The long sweat drips down my face
Leaving a trace
A vibrant jet stream
Cooling attempts being made
The sun spares no shade
On a New York City day
People walk carelessly
Trying not to perspire
None at all is desired
The subways bellow a thick
Steam as you enter in
Blowing the summer wind
Not much you can do
To evade
Or catch any shade from the heat
It is a element of highest rank
Infiltrating the smallest space
Under the heat of summer
With a sweltering embrace
Oh the joy of redemption
To give life a exultant expression
When it pushes you to the end
Past the point of a simple bend
To the breaking convex
Not easy but rather complex
It gives back
One small ounce
To help push the mind
From the weathered mounds
The joy that can be felt
When life tries to help you out
Picks you up a bit
After seeing you almost drown
I am happy for these days
To be enjoyed and endured
To see a light in the woods
When all of life seemed unsure
All I really wanted
Was to hold you
Hold you tight
All I really needed
Was to love you
With all my life
There is no final dance
No significant closing chance
Understated
Undermined
Love and Passion
Just takes a bit of time
No looking toward the sky
For a fulfilling sign
I stretch the curtains
Of my wandering mind
I refuse to let go
Claiming there is a closing time
In my mind the scene changes
Arranges the lines around me
I hear that the weary word
From the wings of a low flying bird
Flapping wings unheard
We bend at the knee
To touch the ground cold
As I maintain my posture
But am getting old
There is no final dance
No closing notes
I will not hang my life work
On that whimsical hope
When the shift comes
When the good has come undone
Rung out of the feelings
Absurd little dealings
Of high dollar agreements
Gentrification and public ceilings
I have become the problem
No longer a solution
Another chimney
On the streets of pollution
My feelings have crackled
Dried up like timber
Burst into flames
Under the opposite
Season to winter
My hopes wither
From giant logs on a river
To little more than a small sliver
The exchanges of gold and silver
Have yielded a new type sinner
With higher debts
And higher fevers
To push up rents
And out the believers
So now maybe I am the problem
I am not quite sure how it shifted
From pushing keys
In the seat I am sitting
Now to the lords of rent
Coming down hard
In a city unfit for a family and yard
So I will move on
To new opportunities and games
For somewhere else I may be the solution
To help clean up
The new streets of pollution
Manhattan means of hustle
Cannot be outdone
The city’s soul
Worn and wrung
The pace of growth
So fast and known
The life investment
Can build or take your home
So we jump in
Head first
Awaiting new phone calls
The hunger and thirst
When a light goes off
In a cold and distant sky
I look up
With wipe dried eyes
The world needs good people
Full of life and vibrancy
Courteous and full of decency
Does the world become darker
Or does it balance with new light
Finding new ones
The giving kind
For all of mankind
I hope that the lives of new souls
Bless the world
Wherever we go
For when we loose light
We now are the light
We must aspire to be bright
In a world that goes a little dimmer
When we loose a beautiful light
There is a song that can be played
Over a thousand times and
Never ring old or untrue
A song that is played at wedding times
A song that is by your side in difficult times
To help see you through
To jump on in pure celebrations
To lean on in times of sadness and frustration
There is a couple of chords
A melody so light and easy
That it is played for someone in a wedding gown
Or when you have to lay a loved one down
It can draw tears in the morning
As the sun becomes anew
Falling tears touching cheeks
As water trickles on grass
In the morning dew
There is a song
Played in these time of jubilation
But also in times of desperation
It is a song that celebrates life
But also reflects on what is right
What is right is that there is a song
A song that exists in all of us
That we must sing to each other
From my soul to you
So we can see each other through
The smallest amount of time
Of distance
From start to finish
From beginning to end
Fathering mile
To resting place
Over 3,000 miles on the earths face
We begin with a push
Knowing full well the end lies
Far far ahead
But we push on
For me
Through poems and songs
From sea to shining sea
From pale white to vivid blue
We see our journeys through
From the boroughs of the city
To the far west LA
Eternal summer fitting
A journey that teaches us to open
Rather than close
To grow
In what you learn
And what you know
A Cup of Songwriting 