Together We'll Cross The River

When it feels perfect

No barrier is too high

Believe in what's true

Whose Time Is It?

 

Now is the time to remember yesterday but live for today

Now is the time to look inside but embrace the unknown 

Now is the time to whisper of the future but enjoy every moment

Now is the time

The Contender

 Lack of discipline in an unattended garden

Excuses grow on the excrement of delusion

Grief and belief and speculation of intent

Running too far to get home

Gravity And The Unknown

To be or to pretend to be 

To thrive or fail through self or the boundaries of imposition

The purpose of the son pursuant to the pride of the penance

A four chord melody balancing the scales of time

 

Looking For America

Contempt for a future saturated with fear

Intent on a masterpiece with expectations clear

Credible roots borrowed from time

Indelible truths exposing the crime

 

For What He Never Knew

Suppressing reality in pursuit of flight

Asking questions with multiple answers

Waking to the sound of guilty eyes 

Reckoning time and abandoned inhibition

Always

Sometimes the smell of the wet pavement

Sometimes decaying leaves mix with fossil fumes

Sometimes the hum of the earth is all that is spoken

Sometimes doing everything while accomplishing nothing 

There Is More To This Life

 A child of the sixties and a child almost sixty

Observation over participation...a lonely affair

Demanding distance in cultural climaxes

Entangled in the fringe of unconditional surrender

 

The Song Will Grow Weary

A blanket on the lawn and a whisper in the air

Surrounded by ghosts of what might have been

Conversations unrequited in a garden of dreams

A fading picture and a new roll of film

Pharmacy Keys: Haiku

Truth in front of me

She is everything I need

Nowhere else to be

Dam!

A remedy for all that ails 

Suburban subdivision, solitary solace

A price that affords no one

Preserving protection, painted proposal 

Everything With A Grain

Extinguishing the memories of a past in question

Once the clarity of crystal, now dark with uncertainty

Holding true what may have been the third side to the story

Conversations of resolution occurring only in the mind 

From The Lodge To The Eagle's Nest: '78-'80

The cold undertow as the mist drifts away

A depth to the distant horizon

Staring into history with infinity eyes

Exhale and expel the winds of fear