A RECIPE FOR SURVIVAL

Waiting for the return of life
Hoping to escape a living death
Where emotions are calculated
And feelings unfelt.

Surviving apocalypses means paying the price.
Avoiding death's dance required
silencing of the music.

Somehow the blood flows
Without the beating of my heart.
Alone in a crowd or suffering by myself,
The journey does not always end

Where the traveling stops. Maps
May be illegible but the destination
Gains a new focus requiring an
Appreciation  of arrival.

UP WITH TREES

Hands-on education at Connery tree planting

AMERICAN ROMANCE

Golden becomes gray
As time fades away.

What was the encore
Becomes the hope for something more.

Years long have passed
Still somehow the feelings last.

The show's never really over
As long as there's another song to sing.

HISTORY'S ODE

Fool for a day
When she went away.
Never again
Back where I've been.

Attempts to capture
That elusive rapture
Have all ended badly
Leaving me empty, sadly..

No longer do I feel
Never knowing what is real.
Playing the part
Of giving my heart.

Yet now always holding back
To survive the next attack.
Love on pretense,
A duty of sense.

It is what it not was
Again never because
The reflection of me
Hides wounds you can not see.

A PURPOSE GREATER

A lumpy couch and a laundry bag
Circumstances enough to make the spirit sag.

But where to start is not always where to begin
Unintentional outcomes often the price of the end.

Current events remain the distraction.
History's consequences the ultimate satisfaction.

CRISIS UNCERTAIN

A father's future fear
For a son held so dear
Who will live in a land with hate so near.

Learning to live with a hell unleashed
Victims of the mark of the beast.
All the while anger feasts.

Deaf to the pain of the other
While ignoring the cries of the  mother..

WORDS

We're not really going to make America Great Again
Cause at best we're just trading sin.

Redifing hate in order to win
Back to the hell where we've already been.