Step into the office of crusaders
Upon the light of day
For the money pushers
Know what they want
Know what they can get
It’s the power that lets
Them choose what wins
And what can lose
The waters of forbidden
Movement
Only allowed for the upper tier
So bring your finest jewelry
To setup a final loan
What they want
Is your soul to own
Take one step
Into the great unknown
Don’t relent
This path has been shown
Away from the lights
And meager attempts
To be anything else
Today
In the present tense
Walk to the forest of
Wide expanse
Breathe deep
Then release
For as the words
Fall from the page
What your hearing
Is the instructions for dissapearing
To fix the problem
Unwired discreet
Imperfection
Loss of connection
Ascension
Into a malleable solution
The fires of past
With the winds of the future
Hold the fire at ease
While the shady solutions
Arrive today
So hold the twig in
A palm so tight
As we wait
For a better time
Beyond the city
In the depths of the sand
Swell
And the Lake Michigan
There is the bones of the wild
Made of every creature
That has walked the face
Of the earth
Under the water and
Over the dunes
The bones of the wild
Are calling out
To you
The weight of an empty chair
Weighs on my mind
What could be filled in that space
Misused and misled
The full weight is beyond the number
So know that the empty
Could one day be full
My own choices
Boiled out
Through the years
Distilled and ancient
But when time speaks
In a visceral tone
Known
To those who hear it
I have to take a moment to
To embrace the path
Of what was
And then breathe deep
To see what could
Be
Through the evening and
Into the night
The free approach
Of the darkness
Unchained
As it goes
The smallest off dew
From the later afternoon
The moonlight has no chains tonight
In the crystal clear sky
Comes with the season
Set up by the turn
Of the earth
Each small bloom
Prepares a life
Force
To construct a
Vibrant
Spring
On the edge of the blanket spring
And
Can’t come soon enough
In the silence of thought
The only new strain
Is the discovery
Of a hope
Buried under the lights of
A past gone by
But dispatched in haste
Makes new waves
Hopes
And opportunity
For the bright
Future ahead
Beyond the notes
Stamps and collections
The overdue letters
Sit waiting for a life
To have purpose of direction
The postman of forgotten letters
Grabs each and every letter
Poem and
Description
To take the words
Home to the rightful
Place of the address
To be sent
A Cup of Songwriting 