Straight Ahead He Said

Straight ahead

With no deviation

One handed guide

Swiftly through the nation

Embalmed with lies

Far and wide

You could see the twinkle

Lost in his eyes

Straight ahead he said

With no remotes

Stay consistent

Stay in course

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Mean a Thing

The old fears

Dried up tears

Move up

Move out

All the changes happen

In specific time

And moments

We remove ourselves

To see the grand scheme

By it doesn’t mean a thing

When your heart is torn

A Tiny Heart

The size of an almond

With a personality the size

Of the room

Our small dog

Named Wilco

May have a small heart

But fills the room with love

When anyone walks in

Sweet little Wilco

Trolls

Trolls have nowhere else to go

Lurking for flat moments

Growing thick like mold

Trolls roll up their sleeves

To sow discord

In a world that needs to be healed

Refilled with love

So the trolls can roll away

Trees

Trees told stories

Well past the boundaries

Of you and me

The simple tree

That we cut down

Can teach us about

Life

And each other

Trees go on

Well past us

And continue to grow

Even when we are growing old

March 24th

A great day to get out

My birthday is a day

To celebrate a new schools

Of voices rising up

In a dark time

So that in due time

We will have hope again

Such a coincidence

But on March 24th people rise

Up

To believe again

That we can all accomplish something

With the help is our fellow

Countrymen

A Hope for Past Future

Can the future be brighter

If the past is not reckoned

How to know where to go

If we do not understand

What we have done

My role in this nowness

Is key to the future

I have played my own role

Ambivalently

But with more passion we approach

The future

Bombay Cafe

In the heart of London

Where the isles are winding

To the heart of the city

We dine

One Monet moment

At a time

Wooden counters

With airy old jazz numbers

Fumbling along

With a reserved evening

In the heart of London