I awoke to find myself alone in this dream,
It was just me alone on the scene,

Trying to sing a song I wrote just right,
But my tune wasn’t smooth, my rhythm too lite,

Nothing was left for me to hold,
More than a years gone by the melody’s gone cold,

I’ve realized there will always be a spot,
But for everyday singing it’s just not,

So as hard as it may be to understand,
Musics playing loud from a good timing band,

So as I figure out how this beat will help me dance,
Turn it up some and give the song a chance.

Bring it if you have it,
Let’s see what you got,
Sing it if you know it,
Be free with what you’re not,
Say it like you mean it,
Is it an original thought?
Write it like you think it,
Don’t let you ink just be a blot?
Ride like you’ve ridden it,
Keep the pony on a trott,
Drive it like you own it,
You’ll never get caught,
Fly it like you flown it,
In the sky your course will plot,
Ready the main and raise it,
The sail becomes taut,
Eat it if you grew it,
Don’t let it go to rot,
Shine it like you shone it,
Give it every watt,
Pay him if he earned it,
His time has been bought,
Shoot it like you’ve aimed it,
A target marks the spot,
Hit him like you mean it,
A bully needs to be fought,
Bleed it like you cut it,
Until red begins to clot,
Swing it like you’ll hit it,
And find the sweet spot,
Love it like you like it,
Attention is what is sought,
Shake it like you got it,
Don’t just do the robot,
Go in if you can brave it,
It may be a little hot,
You said it like poet,
I get that a lot.

Some think it’s a path to another place,
Some burn them to forget a face,
Some will cross and never look back,
Some jump off without any slack,
For me its a place to stand post,
For this is where I will help most,
I reach out for you to get on and across,
I search for what seems to be lost,
The bridge is between here and there,
The bridge is consciousness, alive and aware.

2015:
Standing there alone, set solid in earth,
The tower doesn’t budge from the rumble of the surf,
Pouring out light for the weary sailor to see,
Warning from the horn cutting the fog of split pea,
Lonesome he stands with no chance to roam,
Immune to the thought, this place is home,
Watching the tide rise and watching the tide fall,
Looking out over the sea he can’t help to feel small,
But stand alone he doesn’t, he welcomes all to his shores,
For a brief rest or maybe just a bit more.

2017:
I’ve realized that sometimes I stand alone,
Standing guard of this earthly throne,
Pouring out subconsciously onto those I love,
Trying to help them reach for beyond the moon above,
So I come down from that perch in the light,
Participate in todays plan, a dream takes flight,
I board the ship that has anchored in the harbor,
Align the stars to the compass readying to sail farther,
I prepare for the next journey across the salty sea,
An adventure awaits for us wherever that may be.

2019:
I’ve sailed the seas and seen many a places,
But not where is as important as who’s behind the faces,
I want not to tend the lighthouse nor sail the subconscious ship,
I am finding my purpose after a stumble and a trip,
I look below and I look above, it must be around the turn,
Because everything I just came from was destroyed by the burn,
Out of the experience and out of the destruction,
Billowing to new heights, a rise of convection,
From the earth, over the sea, and through the air I must travel,
The chapters of this journey, they are spiritually raveled,
Reading these words, what is it do you see?
The lighthouse, the ship, and sharing with you, me.

2021:

As a fog settled in while this light is getting repaired,

Only noise emitted, neither time nor attention is shared,

Finding a purpose in this day and age where values are bygone,

Remembering a rhythm that once flowed from your song,

I’m sad when I remember how much love I have lost,

But I remind myself how grateful

A pear grows from the branch of a tree,
Suspended in the shade, for now gravity is free,
The pear is tart as it develops its flavor,
Filling out plump securing it’s savor,
Roots of this tree anchored deep in the loam,
Providing hydration and a shady home,
Generations before hand guided the growth,
Care for the land was a simple oath,
An oath honored with a practice of pruning,
The orchard an orchestra each cut a note tuning,
An effective way to tune the shoot,
Is to prevent overbearing fruit,
The sun moves across the fresh summer sky,
Time is given to each branch to reach high,
Growth and time develops the fruit,
Day after day the sun keeps the pursuit,
For fruit ripe and fresh for harvest,
Flavor paints your mouth by the tasty artist,
Bite after bite, each a stroke of flavor,
Fulfilling the soul, a pear of savior,
Never ending just finding new ripened seasons,
Our flavors developed from all of the reasons.

On a blind date, is how we met,
That clear night I could never forget,
Silly as it sounds I lent her Chapstick within seconds of meeting,
Taking leaps and bounds a gesture of intimacy in a moment fleeting,
Thinking I was going to dinner as the third wheel,
What I had only imagined was unfolding real,
I remember back when I first saw her in a picture,
It was taken by a friend, her beauty spoke to me like scripute,
That must have been where this chapter starts,
The door was opening up something withing my heart,
She asked me on another date filled with show and action,
The night so alive and seemless it proppeled the attraction,
A natural fit like we’d been friends in another life,
It was no suprise that within a year she’d be my wife,
We were expecting, filled with excitement and care,
Into her eyes I kept reflecting about her beauty so rare,
Just like that I had found my other half,
All coming together along our winding path,
We were excited, ready for a life full of love,
Wedding planned, no greater moment to take hold of,
The day was filled with love, friends and family,
Just watch our wedding video and you’d see,
The day we married was full of joy and fullfillment,
Her smile and glow there was nothing so brilliant,
We loaded up in a 38 Buick, our driver shut the door,
The day was coming to an end, life was opening to ever more,
The fireworks showered, the moon watched us from high,
We were not expecting what was to come in the dark of the night,
By towncar we left into the city wearing our new wedding band,
We were to fly out the next morning to where the palm trees line the sand,
As the next day began his world came to an end,
A promise broken with no chance to mend,
How fast could we go from such a high to depths so low,
My love lost its way, I lost my way to go,
I started caring for her like she was a delicate flower,
Lost in my fog, a ship rudderless, without power,
Going through the motions stuck in the story before,
Yesterday’s script not fitting today’s lore,
Ten years past with the life of a broken soul,
Wandering down the road looking to pay the toll,
She left the man who was in that ship,
For space was needed and time to re-equip,
Re-tool and re-build, look back only to learn for tomorrow,
I’m opening doors with time not to borrow.

Heartless is the place without a home,
Lost is the face that isn’t known,
Body still functions, the muscles struggle together,
Vision its strained, beat down and weathered,
Rise everyday and put in the effort,
Gone before you slow down, must be the right they left for,
Lost in the words the focus will be,
Chirping like birds, a flock of geese,
Yet rise once more wipe clear for the vision,
Is yours to behold, a solitary mission.

When you look at this picture, what do you see?
Shiny faces and clean stacks of apples, crisp from the tree,
There is Oscar, John, Gary and Newt,
Nancy, William and Allen with the apple picking crew,
Do you see the dog wandering almost out of sight?
Or that everyone’s eye is focused to something on the right,
The setting is obvious and plain for generations to see,
But the part of the picture that means the most to me?
I see family and friends living a dream,
Apples packed and stacked by an organized team,
Stop and capture the moment in a picture,
A kind of life that is written in scripture,
To wake up in the morning looking forward to the toil,
Family bounty produced from many hands and soil,
Humble work was one of the crops of this ground,
What else from this picture have you found?