Concrete evenings
Late summer calls
Make a last hope
To live in it all
Concrete Night
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All In One
Eve lights
On side roads
Dim lit
Ways to go
Hold on to our
Withering hope
Of better days
New Springs
Late hopes
While angels sings
We listen
We love
We hope now
All in one
Turn to Each Other
Clear skies
Open nights
Feeling autumn
Calling out
While summers still alive
Hold on hope
While the world turns
Against each other
We turn to each other
How Could You
The great descent
Indecent
Sad and true
Lonely
Ruled
How can this agony be true
What happened to the old
Red
White
And blue
History in motion
Terrible ideals
Now in light display
If we make it through
The next generation will say
How could you
How could you
Trust Us
Trust us
The people
The workers
Bakers
Musicians
Let trust run in the people
Not the controller
The ruler
In the everyday
Neighbor
Let’s trust one another
Stop the clutter
And trust
Each other
Crickets Anew
Crickets call out
In a late night orchestra
Rising from the fog
Leaving from the trees
Summers eve will fall
Into autumn
But not tonight
Late Night Quiet
The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
Both Sides
How did it come to be
That no side was right
No side was free
The changes in opinions
Callas
What was once truth
Now contempt
Contempt truth
Hold on tight
We are going to need each other
To make it through
Burns Harbor
There is a place
On the magnificent fresh ocean
A sore in the mouth
Of natures waters
Where the air is thick
Stagnant
With flames set back
Omnipotent
Dissident
How the waters lap the shores
Breezing down the sores
Of the Burns Harbor woods
Where the pigs dump toxins
For us all to eat
In our tiny worlds
Where we have no control
On the shores of a lake
Thousands of years
Old
Please, Come Through
Differing Views
Same facts
Different News
Ratchet up the hammers
Bring down the walls
The new man in town
Is coming for us all
The lessons we learned
As kids growing up
I guess were not that important
When push comes to shove
No need to be honest and true
Be pithy and small
Fight dirty and don’t rise above
The world views love with contempt
Hate with affection
How did we get set
In this most deviant direction
What can the individual do
Continue to see our own paths through
When the world seems small
I guess it’s up to me and you
What we will decide when everything around us
Is new
Don’t late hate win
Even though it is what grew
Out of these moments
Stay true to each other
Love and be honest
The best in us
Will always come through
