Burning bread
Morning doors
Open
Waiting for change
Momentum
Healing the wounds
We have made
And open
Burning bread on
Tuesday morning
Burning Bread
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Tag Archives: The Bergamot
1969 Jade
Jade of the 60’s
Green in its glory
Floral wishes
Morning territory
A jade in the grass
Amongst the leaves
Of history and preset
Present hope
To find the jade
Lost entirely
Lost amongst the years
And in the crest
Of the oldest tree
A Rainstorm Sip
Rainstorm sips
Over
Easy
Good to the last drop
Hold the foam
Take away the unknown
Chicago roads
Wet concrete
Bibles
Lay open
On the streets ahead
Lighting Pole
The lightening pole
Directed to hold
The energy
Hope of a strike
Powered lights
On a Sunday night
Abyss of a city
Slow moving
Growing in every
Moment
Inflame Wish
An inflamed wish
In flames
Of fury
Worried
The news coming through
Is not the hopes
Of the everyday
Joe
Hold the wish
Step on the applause
Coming out of the broken speakers
Tweaking our numbers
To create magic
From a life turned
Tragic
32 on 32
32 on 32
Bottom of the cup
The ball rolled
Into an ironic
situation
Destiny
Or stranger than that
Holding on to my golf hat
I scratched my head
Did that the number revealed
Happen
32 on
The last day of 32
Birdie
Eagle
Was the way
It played out
On a sunny Saturday
Cold grass
Bent under my feet
As I walked off the course
That day
Baltic Blast
Baltic blast
With a cup
Of tea
Through the glass
How the world spins
Through a moment
In a time when
The moments equal
A moment less
Hopeless
Baltic winds
Over a sea of Glass
Sink or Quit
Sink or quit
A conundrum
Of the lightest bit
To go down quick
In the flames of memory
Or slowly
To a bottom toll
I hold my hope for a new life
A new goal
Fist Harbor
The harbor of fists
Of anger and resentment
Lies just off the coast
Of fulfillment
But when so close
Not to touch
Resentment grows
Rather than a hunch
Linger in the harbor
With the depths of blue and purple
Linger more
Linger ore
Take Up Free Load
Take up
Free load
Holding on
Living on the road
In a life of music
A Cup of Songwriting 