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Twelve Days of Silence
What moves us
To action
What brings us to our knees
Of in action
Whose words do we believe
When the mountains
Block the path to the seas
When the desert winds
Keep us from our kin
In the silence we must learn
As the silence continues
We continue
To grow
Wise
Not old
West Thoughts
Waiting for the west
Getting back to the Summerfest
My own hopes lie
In a golden stream or lake
My own hope of sucess
Tucked
Out somewhere
In the west
Unconstitutional Emoluments
Take the pay
Leave the people
Who is taking the stubs
When the president wins
Paid in advance
With taxes due
Who would have knew
What one man can do
With unfettered desires
To light a blazing fire
While a waining night fades
The ultimate game has been
Played
Grip of Power
Display the power
Training our eyes
Not to wonder
Bearing down
Fists of thunder
Hold our breathe
Let go
The ones who have the power
Will soon let us know
That when their rains come
They will be a shows
Of the terrible grips of power
On The Trail
Develop and return
My hands ache from
The hard turns
Downturns
Swirls
The webs we weave
While the world turns
We are on the trail
To some sandy land
With hopes held tightly
In our hands
Tuesday’s Unfortunate News
How you bring me
Such unbearable news
How the world weaves
Confusion
Motion pictures
In my head
The news of the week
I can’t take
One more dead
Illusions
Dillusions
Collisions
How can we separate
The fake
A mistake
The real
From untrue
This unfortunate news
Just wears on me
Higher levels of uncertainty
Everyday now
Holding out
For good news
Words Before Waning
How to speak
To help others
To grow
My sisters and brothers
In time of trouble
In time of success
What can I say
That will help humanity best
Humble in spirit
And detail focus
Try to plan it out
Rather than hocus pocus
Words can’t paint the world
With ideas
Of hope and unity
To this we aspire
Collectively
We grow
Collective we resist
We continue
We give
I hope words still have meaning
When the daylight of the world
Seems to be waning
Words Unknown
Turn down
Where we used to roam
Put down your hands
And hang up the phone
These streets
We used to call our own
But many days have passed
And now it seems distant
Irrelevant
The places we used to go
Filled up with words
Unknown
Jacque’s Song
VERSE I
Summer parks
Cool pools
Picking up
And skipping school
Can’t wait until the weekend
Make it out of this place
Getting in trouble
A bit too soon
But bring me those summer nights
And bright moons
VERSE II
We ran from park to park
Staying light and free
Dodging all the eyes
Looking at you and me
Just hold on
We are inches from being free
CHORUS
Getting in trouble
A bit too soon
But bring me those summer nights
And bright full moons
BRIDGE
We make our way
In this life
Holding hand
Feeling alright
Sand and swings
Let’s make this moment
Everything
Getting in trouble
A bit too soon
But bring me those summer nights
And bright full moons
A Cup of Songwriting 