The HQ
A place to define
The limitations
Of what can be
And what could be
Done
And undone
With exhaustion
To the wind
Of narratives
Grave
In the HQ the words
Land
Headquarters
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Tag Archives: Songwriter
The Polite Expert
All things held constant
As they are
Words are needed to soothe
The disruption
From a certain combustion
So the fuel can be expelled
With a polite expert
Weaving the words
Through a difficult
Narrative
To see what the future
Can hold
Lavender Skies
It might not be alright
It might be tough
The evening sunset
Was full of rust
That fell in my eyes
As I gazed upon it
The glaze had fallen of the sky
Into a hazy crimson
Shadow of the sun
How that night began
I would not have wanted to begun
But the lavender night rolled
In the evening gently
As the cold air
Crisp as it lays low in the fields
The lavender night
Is bringing me a feeling
That I can heal
The Other Guy
Not a football type
Not a sportsman
Or a marksman
Not a fleet-footed runner
Not a Hercules
Different
But not to much
I’m the other guy
A craftsman of words
Tied up in outlandish hopes
Of artistic fancies
Guess I would rather be
Walking than dancing
Call Out
Practice hard
Churn them out
That is what the songwriting life is all about
It is no matter where you are
You have to do
And sing from your heart
That makes songs worth writing
Fingers sliding and bending
Notes ringing and clinging
To every syllable and vowel
That sings from this mouth
Out into the world
To scream and shout
That new songs will be birthed
From hand and shovel
Pulled from the earth
And given a life to live
In peoples ears
This is the gift to give
A Cup of Songwriting 