Birthday in advance
How is it I am 31
The great dance of life
Is well into the 2nd act
The life of a full impact
31 and not a day more
That is what the birthdays tell me
From New York City to Austin to Tennessee
Out on the road on my birthday
Getting old
So the story goes
From primitive morning
To a sleepy night rose
Off to bed
Off to wonder
Seeing what lies
While the heart grows fonder
Of people
Over things
No hands can grasp
When sleep prevails
No hands cling
So off to rest
Off to sleep
In the morning
Fresh coffee will steep
The news crew are out
Distrusted and disdained
They once again are trying
To pull their weight
If not in content
At least in action
The numbers posted
Gallop said
Were not quite to
“Our Satisfaction”
So they will recruit stories in the morning
Chase them into the night
The news crews are at it again
And they think they will be alright
Facts
Fact
The fact
Agreed upon
Facts
Non disputed facts
Exist between the boundaries
Of lies and illusions
It’s an inconvenient 4 letters
That we must rely on
In difficult times
The true impact
Of Facts
Face facts
Fact
What we do right
What we do wrong
What we screw up
And what we can approve on
That is where I focus
My days on
The old house hums
Creaks
And buzzes
Waking up on a chilly
March morning
Only weeks left until moveout
Temporary abode turnaround
A life in the arts bring about
Uncertainties
For the sake of art though
Certainly
Chimes bustle
Take away
And give back
To move forward
And never look back
Goodnight lights
Off to bed
Stories of the day
Drift off in my head
Waltz away from worry
And into the night
Five deep breathes
Everything will be alright
Unfair competition
With no surprise
How can you expect one with
Golden toilets
To see through everyday
American eyes
Lost hope in the nation capital
It’s sorry
But invaluable
That we the people represent
We the people
We must watch for each other
Protect each other
When other do not
When the upper top
Are only representing the one percent
With little hope
And no repent
Rapid
Strange
Delicate dreams
Wrapped up
In insulated seams
Edison lights dangle
From ascending beams
How quickly influenced we are
By first glances
First impression
Wrong intentions
Miraculous moments
Seas rolling
Hearts growing
We do our best in memory
Moments
And potential
Today’s goals
Are yesterday’s seeds
Seeding
Helping to fulfill others
Dreams
A copper truck pulled past the old house
In a slightly eerie fashion
A decisive notice was cast on our house
On a pad of transient fibers
The ill fated hum of the multi ton
As is barreled past the house
The notice it left us was tenuous
Staring at us
Straining us
The copper truck barreled on
A Cup of Songwriting 