Everyday retracing

Everyday retracing
Steps from the day before
I could be blindfolded
And figure eight the floor

Circle after circle
Caught in a spirograph
Designed like a compass
Fixed to repeat its path

Move forward, looking back

Move forward, looking back
Mistakes have lead me here
Although my successes
Are apparent and clear

It's the weave, the texture
Misplaced threads that stand out
Fear, the complications
The misery, the doubt

Isadora Love Song

There's a sadness in time

There's a sadness in time
Mental photographs made
Frames of passing fragments
That disappear or fade

We sing for the moment
Our voices in the din
When our verse is over
Another song begins

Is this feeling or thought

Is this feeling or thought
My mood decides my trail
Hurt feelings, my rudder
A changing mind, my sail

Can't look the other way
When facing certainty
A head-on collision
Like constant gravity

Follow the narrow path

Follow the narrow path

Rewards are no surprise

Lives of decorations

Each step receives a prize

For those who deviate

No congratulations

Such is the lonely path

Without celebrations

Winter white and wonder

Winter white and wonder

The trees have gone to sleep

Icicles are forming

The tears that snowfalls weep

Perpetual snowglobe

The silence and the peace

As the snowflakes gather

Like pillows of cold fleece

The sand before the pearl

The sand before the pearl
The perfect place to start
At the beginning, no
Fingerprints on the heart

Before the count of time
Initially at one
Reach for the horizon
At the dawn of a sun

I let go long ago

I let go long ago

Justified to myself

It will always be there

Like a book on a shelf

Good company until
All finished and devoured

Not to be read again

It had its finest hour

To appear to only

To appear to only
Disappear and be gone
One day and one sunset
But not a second dawn

Silly things, sad moments
Our small World filling up
Until we turn over
The overflowing cup

No mountains or valley

No mountains or valleys
On a plain or plateau
No, not navigating
Turbulent waterflow

A cloudless horizon
The albatross in flight
Icarus and the moth
Have surrendered the light

So what does it matter

So what does it matter

These minutes, these small hours

A loose thread, unsewn hem

Weeds amongst the flowers

Frustration to finish

Before the magnet breaks

Celebrating unique

And vanishing snowflakes

My heart extends out past

My heart extends out past

My chest and outstretched hands

It travels open space

And in your soul, it lands

And with you, it is safe

So safe that I can sleep

To dream we’re together

Our hearts exchanged for keeps

So the World strikes again

So the World strikes again
We're servants to it all
A tight leash, a strong hold
We answer to the call

No time to be human
To spend the day in grace
To lower our shoulders
And have an about face

Constantly in limbo

Constantly in limbo
Without a decision
No gavel lowering
No cut of precision

Or degree of motion
Answers are deserving
Judgments not rendering
Unwisely reserving

So far to reach the end

So far to reach the end

My strength is diminished

I must keep forging on

Until I have finished

Darkness in the tunnel

Determined day and night

Onward, marching forward

Until I come to light

Time is merely on loan

Time is merely on loan

It is borrowed, not owned

As we travel alone

Happiness is a trait

No power in a star 

They don't rule from afar

We are born who we are

There is genetic fate

Staring at the landscape

Staring at the landscape
Questioning existence
The struggles, the joys
Defeat and persistence

Everyday a twilight
With dirges or parades
The painstaking brushstrokes
On a canvas that fades

All these remembrances

All these remembrances
I've neatly tied in bows
Only I remember
Moments no one else knows

The joys, the crushing blows
Little days of something
Bright, insignificant
Adding up to nothing

In our fight for justice

In our fight for justice
We must surrender peace
As we raise our fists up
The battle will increase

The scales of justice want
Only to be level
But the gown of justice
First must be disheveled

I've abandoned the climb

I've abandoned the climb
Turned my back on the hill
Not chasing the carrot
Find myself standing still

I forfeit the rewards
I'd rather be idle
I relinquish the prize
And give up the title

If there's really a God

If there's really a God
It must be God's Sunday
God doesn't have to work
Until it is Monday

Imagine if you will
God's days last for ages
God is sitting around
Just flipping through pages

Beneath a starless sky

Beneath a starless sky
I cannot find the words
Nothing original
Echoes of mockingbirds

Poems wading in air
But never get immersed
They cannot find a rhyme
A rhythm or a verse

Way too far to the right

Way to far to the right
The World is not narrow
No such thing as blue blood
Or better bone marrow

Why only straight ahead
When the World is so wide
Just to move forward when
There's so much side to side

When all is said and done

When all is said and done
After the flowers brown
The confetti fallen
Candles have all burned down

The true feeling remains
The color still inside
The sunlight now falling
The sparkle in the eyes

Today and yesterday

Today and yesterday
Just like the day before
Surroundings are the same
These walls, this chair, the floor

Hoping for tomorrow
Where will the new day lead
The turning of the soil
The planting of the seed

The winter can whisper

The winter can whisper
Quiet as the snowflake
That pillows on branches
On tree boughs that don't break

It can whisper the words
Of an ancient haiku
Where it's old syllables
All at once are brand new

Not sure I understand

Not sure I understand
The strange language I speak
Words and phrases rhyming
In short lines that I tweak

Struggle with perfection
The perfect little clause
The correct choice of words
The silent, gentle pause

Another tragedy

Another tragedy
Are we still the Wild West
Everyday we'll need to
Wear a bullet proof vest

Just where is gun control
They're flying off the shelves
We need fewer not more
We only hurt ourselves

Wanting to partake in

Wanting to partake in
The second apple bite
Keep wishing on stars that
Are second in the night

Yet I'm turning corners
So I cannot look back
Accepting perception
As a matter of fact

Another year passing

Another year passing
Again ticktock, ticktock
The dropping of the ball
The countdown of the clock

Lights of New York City
Are dark from over here
I can't hear the party
Or the New Year's Eve cheer