Start the New Year
Pour the Coffee
Sweet grapefruit
With bitter ends
Sweet caramel sugar grains
The new year unfold in front of us
Like a vacuum sealed bag
Breaking at the seems
So it begins again
We plan something new
Something great
I hope to be a part of 2017
Gather the charades
Words sassy and icky
Unbound from the sound
Of a letter passing through our mouths
A royal kettle cooking
New ingredients
Indecent
If your enemy of an enemy
Is your friend
How can we content each other
Strange bedfellows to follow
How can the world swallow
Such indifference and insensitive hopes
Let’s gather the charades
And know
That the words themselves
Are our hope
“Wanderlust”
The paltry destruction
Dirty and tan
Unknown in expression
But less heard of
I am uncertain
Pushing my own hands now on the curtain
I have never seen such an obtainable truth
If we could only see it through
We must take command of our own hands
Yearn for hope and truth
Unity through diversity
Diversity in me and you
I will arise
Arise in the morning
Arise to the challenge
Lie awake at night
Thinking of solutions
My own illusion
Conclusions
Never quite reached
In a hope of making a plan
To build a house
Upon a great heap of sand
So I run
Sleep
Run
Lead the leaders
All I can hear is a president
Who is not presently
Our president
So much proclamations
But he has yet to take the helm
Of our great nation
I am not discouraged
For my love of country can stay strong
It is greater than one man’s toy
Tweet
Deliberation
But enough of the bombast already
We still have a month
Of normal life before we have to deal with
Public displays of hatred and deceit
Come on
Turn off the TV
Disconnect the phone
Lies and misogyny roam
So I will do my part to just disconnect
Recollect
And focus on something new
The wandering heart
Is a stranger in a coat
A scarecrow vintage and old
Left me many years ago
The wandering heart knows no home
Roaming the land looking for those it knows
But rather unknown
This heart I have
The wandering heart is a shed in the forest
Unattended and porous
Moss strewn floors
To young hearts it has been abetted and undone
My wandering heart grows cold
Looking for light in a dark circle of a world
Revolving on hearts pumping
Focused on a world of skepticism and critique
My heart is growing cold
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
The Dairy Chief doesn’t need any changes
Not looking for the next big development
Milking the cows somehow is just a bit irrelevant
A steward of the land with no need for innovation
No tariffs needed
Not too much frustration
It is implicit what his intentions are
Waking in the early morning hours
Tending the field and his cows
Bold yet not to be undone somehow
In the hostile words
He could give one less cow lick
Waking in the morning to babies colic ways
The dairy farmer just keeps moving on
It’s the sweet farm song
It’s an unsightly cause
Disturbed pieces of sand
Down to the singular stone
My own town can be mighty unsightly
Deceit is the instrument of choosing
While the others were out boozing
On the beach singing songs of love and longing
The fire lit up like a lamp on their faces
Spiritually free to be deceived
Totally
Those nights we laughed on the beach
Holding the sand between our feet
I dream of those moments you and me
But then sets us back to our new reality
It is perfectly imperfect ideally
You and me
A Cup of Songwriting 