11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
In hopes of a mad resurrection
My pen falls flat in dejection
More like a renewed redirection
Of my final intention
Words lassoed
And written
Bringing back the words I had not given
I write with the hopes of a new discovery
To go forth and be free
From subtleties
My life long recovery
To write eternally
Articulate assembling
Summer salad created
Hands willfully picking the pieces
Assembling the creation at hand
Southern Indiana type of man
Years spent on the eastern seaboard
Now looking a bit more windward
Back against the jet stream
And to the midwest
Now creating companies with goals set
A man and his discovery
Looking for hopeful engagements
And full recovery
We sit for dinner
My wife and I
Engaged from side to side
Discussing his next adventure
From the countryside
A home set off in the distance
Off the country roads in existence
We discuss possibilities of new futures
I wish I could have seen this sooner
Poetic justice
Late night karaoke slams
Altered punctuation
Drinks embezzled for us
From the incoherent
Blasting with interference
Keeping the lines straight
With a brother more found than lost
Amazing engages
Light engages
Hoping a new life revealed
Oh how the power of music
Can heal
The little forgotten things
Moments passing
Fleeting and free
Tied down now to the eternity
Of passing
Time flickering quietly
Not kicking and thrashing
It’s the unknown riddle
I attempt to make the most of the moments
Fleeting moments
I should have known this
That in the tiny cracks of uncertainty
Can take down the curtain
Of flow of currency
I attempt at words construed and written
For the hopes of my own improvement
So in exchange of time
Not perfection of pursuit
But the pursuit of something new
Everyday
For you
Back on the road
Dead straight
But a little lesser known
Taken time to rest my hands
Made strides in growth
As a man
Understand that time away makes the heart grow
Reflect what you intake
And undergo
So I go
Mile for mile
I wanted to say hello
Since it has been a while
Walking off the tarmack
To a shimmering glaze of white capped mountains
A blueish overtone of gentle purity
Of the final frontier
Pictures quickly flashed in a moments noticed
I remember walking
But I could have floated
Checking into the rental car
Stale air and stuff seats
Pulling out of spiral bending lots
Upon Alaskan grounds we disperse
What these eyes now behold
Could never have been done with
Critical description rehearsed
Phone calls connected before our arrival
Preparations made as best as we know how
Faces new gleaming with helping hands
Island time is a new resonance we intake
With a Foat Top silhouette in the backdrop
Down the Seward highway
We make our paths
And are already planning on coming back
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
Back at the Cafe
On the strained Route 94
Deep in North Dakota
Where the wind finds fields
Of exapanse and rips through
Rain pours over cargo trains
Bustling through the rich spring air
We stop for caffeine as we make our way
Due west
The ultimate test
Journey new
Undone
Headed right through
The storm
The coffee soothes the moment and lifts
The eyes
Now a brain soaked in caffeine
We continue
Come changes
Bring what they may
Come new days
I heed your call
From miles away
I see the bridge through the mist
On a cold evening
Bringing life a true glimpse
Of meaning
Baton down the hatches
I will weather the storms
Fear not the unknown
That lies ahead
One truth promised
Fear is worse than dead
So bring the new mornings
Evenings and sunsets
And I will be awake
Awaiting
The first waves on the lake
A Cup of Songwriting 