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
Thanks for Saturday
A refreshing idea
Thanks for Saturday
Slow yet productive
Saturdays the world ebbs
Easy until a new week arrives
It’s been a good day
This Saturday
Times strange and confusing
Greedy hands held
Clasped clapping amusing
How these fickle words
Find deaf ears
While the years
Go on and on
We have to push through
With our songs
If we wait
We lose
Entrusted
Then cut loose
Held back
From some odd holiday
Blues
Be free
Be back
When the time is taught
With no slack
Be free
Be home
You and me
Not alone
Grieve in the moments silent
Fearless in pursuit
Of new signs of life
Grieving gives way
In time to hope
I hope
Pursue a future
Feeling new
From fearless grieving
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
I can see the change
Ebb on the horizon
Life is so new
Fresh changes
Hit the breaks dear
Of you feel unsafe
If your afraid
Hold on to what you know
And move on
Let go
Be free
Let go
Into eternity
One molasses
Moment
Moving slowly over me
Seeing how the future will be
Let go
Be free
Into the depths
Of eternity
Escape the fray
Sprawling traffic
On sun baked streets
Of LA
Oceanside
With loaded garbage pales
On my mind
Outside the loop
Unsaid training stations
Headed west for
Western libations
Return enter
To the western end
Sip of coffee
LA blend
On the ocean beauty
Return to the feeling
Soothing
Competition can be the thief of joy
Stealing expression
Sealing contention
Competition is fun and vital
But not always what is needed
Not always right
Competition can run the life
Out of expression
Tried
A Cup of Songwriting 