Mean a Thing

The old fears

Dried up tears

Move up

Move out

All the changes happen

In specific time

And moments

We remove ourselves

To see the grand scheme

By it doesn’t mean a thing

When your heart is torn

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The Showers

Clean me oh great shower

Prepare me for another day

Refresh my senses in steam

And warmth

Relax my mind

Open my heart

Showers in the morning

Always seems to be

The best start

What I Know

What I know

I know I don’t know

Much

All I have learned

So far to go and learn

So much to hear and live

Impossible to know

What you don’t know

But the goal

Is to just grow

Winds

Take me on a great journey

Over the great lakes

Beyond the skyline of Chicago

Over the fields

Down the streets

Whip me over the middle of this land

Down to Indianapolis

Over to South Bend

With the wind I go

On a night

Of gale force depositions

Late in the evening

A Tiny Heart

The size of an almond

With a personality the size

Of the room

Our small dog

Named Wilco

May have a small heart

But fills the room with love

When anyone walks in

Sweet little Wilco

A Hope for Past Future

Can the future be brighter

If the past is not reckoned

How to know where to go

If we do not understand

What we have done

My role in this nowness

Is key to the future

I have played my own role

Ambivalently

But with more passion we approach

The future

Same Old Faces

Same old faces

Spewing same old games

Even when humanity needs

Real help

The Plastic Celebrities come out to play

Hope brings some

Sort of desire

To see the standard course

Of progress

Now there are new faces rising up

Thank goodness for fresh starts

Hope begins there

And flourishes from everyday people

Just like us

I have hope

For those who act

Not those who are actors

Educated from the Ill-Fated​

Don’t wait to return

Educated from the ill-fated

Decisive ability to divide

Than to unite

A tenous copper pipe

Winding through our hearts

Off we go