Oh to Fly

Oh to fly

Away from the noise

Higher than the clouds

Get away

When the world

Is pulling me down

Oh to fly like a bird

In a fresh moment

Go with the wind

Go sing songs

Songs of love

Songs of hope

Birds will fly

I wish I could go

Peace and Trouble

A year was lived

Not too great

Yet pretty bad

Not the worst

But oddly strange

No signs of the world ebbing to

A soft landing

Rather someone trying to gain

The upper hand

We all suffer

All of us

All of us

Hope and Home

Hope held deep in the hearts

And homes

We the people

Own our own future

We own not land or car

Renting our time to make

Marks on this world

But in the end we are free to go

So what we leave

Will grow

In hope of life

In the home of each other

Christmas Morning

A special day

With special meaning

From the New York State

To the lands of Indiana

Hold on while the meanings grow

Strange traditions create

Bittersweet and new

The morning is light

The days filled with love

Held Hands

Hold hands my love

In these times of struggle

In the moments that end

With staggering pace

Hold hands

Fear not what lies ahead

Form a new world around us

What we choose will be us

Hold hands in these times

Hold hands

And hold tight

Let On the Lights

The thrill of the kiss

Letting go of the forgetful

And we will connect and go

Holding up

Of with a no

Let on the lights and prepared the sound

It’s time to take the stage

Go

Into the depths of sound

 

Slow and Smooth

Write slow and smooth

All the unused phrases

Coming out in time

Hit the pen

Feel the rhyme

In coping with emotions

Happy and sad

Move the pen through feelings

Alive and dead

I hope that in the end

Finally

These words are read