Look Back

“Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

1. I know it hurts. I know it feels Overwhelming, right here, this year, that storm, this virus, your heart, past love, tomorrows horizon.

Look back

I remember the woods. The cold concrete floors. The bear. The deer. The mountain lion.

2. This is where I learned how to read.

3. Everyone has a childhood. Everyone has something they get over.

Remember you can remain solid and still grow, still change. You can move in and out from this. It’s a dance,

There’s room for you to grow into yourself. Light shines brighter in the dark.

Look back, see how far you’ve come. Only compare yourself to yourself.

It’s quiet, in the mornings…

I think about the time we danced in the kitchen, drinking coffee…

I think about all that I’ve seen

How everything is temporary,

Everything changes…

I’ve changed

We can’t go back

We’ve seen too much

Felt so much

We will never be the same

And that’s ok

We will never be right here again

Be gentle

Let yourself be here

Let yourself grow

Hard Times

Time is running away from reach

Your hands are shaking in your sleep

Your heart’s cold stone sober

Your eyes are barely open

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Ring the bells

Let them know

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I turned to the radio

For some relief

But all it did was yell at me

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Is everything broken

Hard times

In this time

Will we make it day by day

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Do you see me

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Do you hear me

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There’s an unspoken understanding

You work until you die

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There’s a whole lot of pain

There’s a whole lot of lonely

Am I empty

Or am I just sad

Did I misplace my soul

Instead of my keys ….

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Let us sleep

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Let us sleep

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Is it too dark to die

Is it too hard to cry

Will we be buried

Will we see ?

I’ll be at my funeral

I’ve seen it in my dreams

I’m running out

Time out of mind

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Most of the time

I’m doing fine

But It feels like hard times

It feels like

This pain

But I don’t know what I would change it to, if I could,

it’s a fire tonight

It’s us

Right here

Right now

We will handle the rest

Little by little

Highway 75

Somewhere in the back woods

Where the football scouts don’t come

The winter last forever

The hunger is in your baby’s eyes

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Out here on 75

You lived for work and money

The kitchen breathed the winter

Held the cold

Like smoke and coal

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They carried him over the mountain

With seven shotgun shells

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He swore no more poverty

He swore no more hunger

But the color of his skin ….

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Two rode on the hood with the snow in the headlights coming down

They had to get him to Birmingham

Before the fighting began

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Way out in the mountains

On the back of 75

Your kitchen holds the winter

Your kids are sick and cold

With hunger in their eyes

The football scouts don’t come

The coal mines have been shut down

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The railroad couldn’t make the mountain

They’re carrying a black journalist across the mountain with seven shotgun shells ….

Francis Cash #6

Lady Gaga plays…

France: Oh boy, here’s a song I never thought I’d get tired of but was I wrong.

France: ( picks up banjo, starts singing wonderwall)

Ethan: what are you doing?

France: What, that’s not your favorite song anymore?

Ethan: come on we can write something.

France: No can do, I’m booked all day in the studio.

Ethan: that’s a box…

France: Studio.

2020 #9

1. You can slowly see the place you live in, “coming back to life” you may accidentally say…

But it’s been alive, you know this inside.

2. Everyone is so ready, so anxious, to put it all to rest.

3. I make a note on a piece of paper…to live intentionally… less out of habit…

4. I know it’s hard. Sometimes I even want to turn the radio down. There’s just too much noise. Too many people. Too much. Too soon.

What are we missing?

Habits

Or meaning

Value

Purpose

Links in a chain going nowhere

Maybe we directly impact one another

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Do we count this year on our age?

Don’t count anything against yourself

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What if we begin again