Sunday Runaround

All but the vital

Coming over me

A wave

A fresh tidal

How life goes

Easy on Sunday

Holding hope for the

Week ahead

Leaving behind

The week ago

See where this one will take me

Where I will go

Comes The Breaks

Silence in reflection

Questions

Brought

Through reflection

Resurrection

When progress is made

I might have to step

Away

Hope my hands can

Continue to write

When inspiration

Leaves my side

The morning will be alright

When the sun sleeps

At night

Continue on

Persevere

We must

We have to

Dreams Go

Dreams go

Well before we go

They set a standard

A vision

Dreams light up the dark

And reset our hopes

We wait and anticipate

Actions

As dreams go

Before us

With us

Through us

Let the dreamers dream

Before it is seen

It will be felt and seen

In a dream

So let go

And begin to dream

Big Days

These big days

Come ever so often

After many early mornings

Many hours

In writing 

And reflection

They reflect the power of real work

And dedication

On these big days 

I embrace the sun

And prepare for what is to come

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