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The 69 Cent Photo Bin

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600 photos

Stacked 6 inches deep

Priced at 69 cents each

Can teach

Much about the relatively of life

Rather or a lifetime

How little I cared for any of these

Vintage photos

Who were these people were staring back

At me

Fishing, world landmarks, time spent vigoursly

Yet they have no value to me

They are just old photos

Of lives gone by

A single moment trapped in time

So I tossed one back on the pile

Old man with a big smile

Someday that will be me on that photo

Unknown and growing old

Passed down until someone gives up

And I’ll end up

In the 69 cent photo bin

 

 

 

Contrast and Compare

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Contrast and compare

Leaving the soul in despair

Defining moments come through

Preparation and function

Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion

When all is lost

The path seems insurmountable

Breathtaking and long

There will be only one chance left

Of one lone singer

One lone song

Lifecuts

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Life is full of dead end shortcuts

Trying to make it easy

And willing to give up

Long term success

Will find you working hard on Sunday

Meeting your friends for drinks

Monday

And listen to them complain

About life

An Ostracized Welcome

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For some reason

The feeling of isolation

Does not bother me

Ostracized

Rather than welcome

Is something that I find welcomed

For in the subtle disapproval

I found

Holding steadfast

To my own principles

Some will appreciate this

Others will laugh and dismiss

Find something

Refuse to cave in

It has taught me that what people

Find important

Is not always important to me

That is all that I needed to see

To understand that if I stand tall

Don’t give in

The reward of being me

Alone amongst a crowd

Rewards the soul more

When I fall asleep at night

That is really all

I can ask for

Shaded Morning Expectations

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White shade illuminate morning expectations

We look forward to a changing tide

With our eyes wide and hoping

Take one good look over the past

This moment will no longer last

Than it has taken to pass

Green in the city

Staying this way

Will prove a challenge

Yet a reward

We push onward

Today we set our roots in a new home

Two souls together

Better than one alone

Full of Heart

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I hope this post finds you well

Full of heart and eyes that swell

We make our way to city heights

On this blustery winter night

We find a new home

Among many and hoping

For luck to come our way

We will find out with rest

And another day

Forget the Formalities: The Capital of the Red, White, & Blue

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Forget the formalities

Life lived with

High levels of uncertainties

I don’t complain

Even when the snow and rain

Take away

From the path we have laid

Deep breathes

Can take away the stress

Tea relaxes

Rest can settle the stomach

In a culture of rush

Instant satisfaction

My actions

Can be delayed

But we live full today

Making way for tomorrow

When the snow melts we will go

Continue on

New York on the horizon

Our minds prepare

For certain changes

We go were the wind howls

Us to come gathering

Make anew

The center of the world

In the capital of the red white and blue

Forgettable Notes

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Forgettable notes

On a seemingly empty guitar

Opened eyes late

Pushing hard

Living in tight bags

Reclined in the car

Many nights spent wondering

Who you are

Days home

Or days spent over

In countries afar

All deals settled

For one chance

Forget the drama

The romance

This is the only shot

One finale

Coming up shooting

From the depths of sorrows valley

I miss Nashville

I miss LA

Hope to make it back

The city landscape portrayed

Form and function

Met up at the I 90 junction

Headed out of town

I’ll make it back home

Come back around

Brooklyn Bound

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NYC

 

 

 

 

 

Brooklyn bound

Giving up the simple life

Now the eternal city sound

Subways for farms

Working hard

Waking up to early alarms

Because me and my girl

Are Brooklyn bound

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We have waited

Grown

And anticipated

What will become of us

Once we break the state border

To bust

Through unto the city light

Headed east

Feeling alright

We are making a new home

Now that we are

Brooklyn bound

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No more unneeded belongings

Scaling back to necessity

Some clothes and a guitar

Her and me

Praying the car holds up

Keeps us safe and alive

Warm in the evening

Starts up at night

Moving out to make a new home

Now that we are Brooklyn bound

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Simple goodbyes will not do

We have love for family

Embedded deep for me and you

We will hug our parents tight

Make sure the dogs are alright

We will drive straight through the night

Cause when the mailman comes back around

Our car will be gone

To our new home Brooklyn bound