Hold on
When the world
Grows thin
Hold on
When life seems strange
Hold on
Be the same
When the mountains
Fall asleep
And the deserts
Sit still
The same
Will remain
And be still
Hold On
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Twin Flames
Twin flames reach up to the sky
Stretched out like two Great Danes
A wry gesture to a waning night
Love burns in his heart
For her
For love
For good
Souls entangled in this life together
No matter the weather
The twin flames reach for the sky
Day and night
The wind has no hope to blight this fire
For 24 hours a day
Blazing as if fed by turpentine
Love is fed by action
Defined not by material
But the ethereal
The twin flames
Him and her
Love
Pray
Some pray for a raise
Some pray for a new car
Some pray for more things
Some for the night
Some pray to just stay alive
Some pray for a new insight
Some pray for power
Some pray for spring flowers
Some pray for the weather
While some pray for water
Pray for me
Pray for you
Pay to pray
On the radios too
Raise your hands for love
Raise your hands for awareness
Raise your hands to raise fund
Just raise your hands for fun
On the radio the ads blare
Telling us “BEWARE”
But to continue to pray
Pray
Pray
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
Coeur D’ Alene
Upon the shores of the Idaho banks
Lies a city of French coronation
Beauty bounding straight from the mountains
Fountains of fresh water springs
Water clashed out and sings
Pine trees weathered the western sun
Green coffee beans roasting
Swooning from the delicate flow of life
Tucked on the western sea side
Fresh air crisp in inhalation
Resounding in echoes smoothed out of the corridors
As my eyes rest easy
On this place just west of the planes
In a small town called Coeur d’Alene
New Post
A new post
On the eve of a new year
Fear of what is to come
What lie ahead
Gathering the words in my head
Head out to the streets of New York
Celebrate the upcoming with
A bottle of bubbles to uncork
Troubles or success
Whatever the new year will bring
We will ring it in
In our new hometown
The only way we know how
To join the others on the streets
Join our voices when we stand
On our feet
Happy New Year
We shout
From the Streets
The Streets of Manhattan
Only in New York
Can you meet a legend on the street
Step inside and share bagels
And eat
From the Upper West side
To the East Village
It shatters any image
You have in your head
Straight talking fellas
On the Avenue
Just another normal day
For me and you
But legends shake hands
With people sipping their
Daily brew
Unusual but true
This could only truly happen
Out on the streets
Of Manhattan
A Great American Holiday
To all a great American Holiday
It seems wierd to say
That there are not too many
Of these days on the calendar
A celebration of a family at large
In charge of food
To be with wonderful family
Friends and familiars
I relish the moment
Cheers to all the friends
Around the world
Time to take off
Give this Turkey a whirl
Decanter Fine Glass Drip
Summation of a uniquely
Different point of view
Innovating steps
Taken in front of you
The moment is savored
At first sip
Like a fine wine
Decanter fine glass drip
Through the opening
And into the reservoir
These sips taken
With berry bliss unmistaken
And later off to bed
True that the senses are awakened
Procrastinator once said
It is the morning anew
Where innovation feels dead
The hangover of a loving encounter
Must wake up and rub his head
It is in the small moments
That true doubt creeps in
The despicable little whim
Unable to see the finish line within
I fear these moments
When the moment become lackluster
I can’t phone in a true back buster
Muster up
Look up
You can see it through
If I just continue
Tomorrows End
The painstaking rearranging of change
Unfolds like a cold flow of blood
To the brain
The tightness urges a little saying
Bursting out from my grasped lips
I can not think of tomorrows end
Or uncertainty certain bend
I just focus on the moment in front
Not two behind
What lies ahead is what I will find
The constant ebb and flow of the tide
Makes me feel uneasy sometimes
So it is in change that I find solace
Even though the certain I will miss
Upon the altering sunsets
I will rest my eyes
Upon a new state line
A think for a time
How constant flow around me
Can help me see the true bounty
Of life
A Cup of Songwriting 