Lay me down
So I can hold you
Feel you
Breathe you in
My Fallen mind
Is reeling
Hoping
To keep this in
World around
Is not helping
Or holding
These paper walls are thin
The other side
It is a hurry
A worry
What will
Tell the length of sin
Matters of the heart
Caring passion
Some thin skin
Holding hands
We can make it
Break it
Another life
Will come back again
Inconvenient actions
Created by unstable minds
Lost my own time
Caught up in the winds
Created from ones whims
I get lost in anger and regret
Why is it that I should have to be set
On these feelings when I have stay quiet
My lips fall silent while my mind riots
I flow like water
Not held back by anything
Rolling and flowing
Taking life to the next scene
Two steps from the crazies
It is truly quite amazing
No matter how I go about it
I find it
Running on the street
Talking to themselves on the sidewalks
Conversations blown up
With only one person who talks
Moving in fluid motion
Among the peace and quite
Among the commotion
Embedded in every situation
Creating abundant amounts of frustrations
Steer clear for a time
I have discovered no
Protective line
Now I watch out for the crazies
Watch what I do
What I say
Mind my own business
Try enjoy my day
Scholastic Skies
Stare over Brooklyn
Built with math and arithmatic
Particular attention
To each inch and yard
Stretched in the air
So pretty
Built with human hands
This is
New York City
–
Until cooler heads prevail
Under mild winds
Set sail
No good will come of this
No anger will resolve
Will new problems evolve
Cutting new wounds
Deeper than the original
So until cooler heads prevail
The boat sits in the harbor still
Waiting until
The patterns change
Sending this craft back
On its way
Luck
Is the intersection
Of preparation
And opportunity
A big part of life
An even great degree
Than anything in business
Science
Or technology
Is just showing up on time
Simple and fine
But not quite so
When I was young
I was told over a thousand times
So
I ignored so many words
Dismissing them as vapid
But now I have come to realize
They were really quite right
These words mean more than any
Degree, account,
Or any other quality
Punctuality pays
More than other details
These days
Luck
Helps
To climb
The world ladder
Just arrive
On time
Reckless texting
Walking talking
Ignoring the morning
No meaning in evening
The mental metal
Push fingers racing
Waited and wasted
No time spent elated
Eye’s ignore the skies
The beauty they hold
Lies
Contrast and compare
Leaving the soul in despair
Defining moments come through
Preparation and function
Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion
When all is lost
The path seems insurmountable
Breathtaking and long
There will be only one chance left
Of one lone singer
One lone song
Life is full of dead end shortcuts
Trying to make it easy
And willing to give up
Long term success
Will find you working hard on Sunday
Meeting your friends for drinks
Monday
And listen to them complain
About life
A Cup of Songwriting 