For the sake of harmony
What is at stake
To be given freely
For the greatest
Take
Of happiness
For the collective
I would forsake
Opinions
Fake and foiled
To listen instead
To be patient
Rather than turning red
In the face
So for the sake of harmony
What will give
And what can we take
Today was a blur
A blur for good days
Blurry days
All take the same amount
Of time
To live through
So be blurred
Days of mine
Any time
The evening
Was blue
From the start
Easy as it came
In from the western shores
So I stood
Taking in the waves
On the shore
Seeing the city line
Over the water lines
These piquant nights
Are the most
Enticing
I have ever seen
A grey
Smog
Layer
Overtakes
Chicago
On a summer’s day
Where the smoke
Puddles over the trees
And houses
Smothering the
Room
The space
With grey
Grey
Grey
Shallow
Is the fear
That I see
Growing amongst
Those
Whose cares
Are not in consideration
With others
Rather we must emit and develop
Depth for others
And for ourselves
The spiritual side of life
Is the moment
The universe
Doesn’t revolve around
The simple
I
Rather a spiritual side
Must expand the idea
That we are part of a world
A life
Where we give
And we take
So as to make life
Rich for others
As it is
For ourselves
Little lies
Grow on a field
Of green grass
Deep in the roots
Pulling out the nutrients
From the grass will
Make
Ashes
So the little lies are the
Culprit
Of the times
Who is to blame
A shame
Of a time
Had
When all that is wrong
Is now right
All good is bad
Everything is backwards
And that’s that way we are had
So who takes the fall
From the media
To politicians
Who live in desperation
Of oxygen
Based on fear and lies
Who is to blame
For these hard times?
On the Montauk shores
Are the ones
Living
Lives
On the end of the earth
In a place
Preserved yet new
Bathing in the oceans salts
Clean my soul through
The light and sand
Walking the shores
In a magical land
What brings the bitterness
Is a regret
From long ago
A life
That could not be lived
So that regret grows
And grows
Until the human
Is no longer recognized
And a new life
Is now contrived
In bitterness
A Cup of Songwriting 