Changing

The lights in this town

Keep fading, flickering

Out

All my dreams

Are buckets of rain

And the neighbours

Keep

Kicking and screaming

Forget about the mind numbing

Games that we play

Just to convince ourselves to stay

The sidewalks made of clay

But our hearts are made of Stone

Forget about it

Are we ever changing

Oh are we really changing

Or are we just wore out?

All these new kids in town

Fresh faced

Walking in like they’re Old Gangster

I’m about ready to

She’s about ready to wear it out

The coffee makes you anxious

And the paper mill shut down

And we all know

That we are raging

Our eyes are aging

Here is the change

All of these days

All of these days

All of these days

If I gave them back to you

What would you

Who would you give them to …

Shelter

1

When we’re the broken

standing next to the lonely

Are we any better

Than what we came here

To forget ?

—-

I’m just out here

Looking for a shelter

She reminds me

Shelter is also a human touch

2

Are we getting better ?

Has anything really changed?

Children of poor fathers and broken mothers

Repeating the same routines –

She said she loved a girl –

What is Love anyhow-

She said

Don’t tell me you’ll stay forever

Just tell me when you’re ready to leave

Have we come here to make these things better, how can we come together…

3

Walk with me

Just a mile

4

Is my flesh so weak

Am I really so broken down

Can I – I would that I could

The storm keeps on blowing

The waters keep on rising

It’s not the swimming

It’s not the drowning

It’s only the breathing

5

She pulls me back together

She settles me down

Red hair

Her lips

Her kiss

And she settles all my broken bones

And

I don’t have to walk these roads

6

Are we getting better?

Or are we just the same …

You know, I can’t remember what I came here to forget…

Post

For just one moment

Turn off the noise

The ads

The articles

The videos

The echo in the canyons of your mind

———

Look at what you grew through

Where we – what we- came from

Look into your own eyes

Here today

————-

Post, 9/11

Post, Katrina

Post, the financial crisis

Post, the war on terror

Post, social media

iTunes

Streaming

What is anyone reading….

————

Look at what you came through

Now, don’t let anyone

Or anything

Not even yourself…

Tell you otherwise….

———

You were built to last

You are a survivor

You matter

And even though the world will never be the same

Those of us who remember

A world before,

We lived through it,

We lived through it,

Cannot be fooled

And we will not abide

Shallow waters

We demand the depths

To wash us clean

And we will rise above it

Into the sunrise

And we will continue to seek out

A better future for ourselves

Because we have lived

A thousand lives

And dreamed a thousand dreams…

And we are still living- still dreaming- still fighting

Yes, even ourselves

But we were built to last…

——–

Through these fires…

We demand the depths…

And I don’t know that our eyes

Look at the world the same

As those who were born, after,

Or even before,

I think everyone carries their own burdens

But this is an old flame

And it changes you…

It can’t help but change you…

It hollows you out

And replaces your thoughts

With echoes of loss

It hollows you out

Bone and marrow

And builds a fire inside you

That only the moon

The ocean

And the stars can understand

I hope you understand

You were built to last

What else is there?

October

I hope you found the love

To settle your nerves

Shake the dust

Of this old earth

Of this worn town

He loved a boy

With a smile

From the lost and found

But lately we’ve not seen him around

And I wonder

If we would ever grow past

what we know

And woman

Oh woman

I hope

You know

I love you body

And soul

And all the fires

That fill this winter

Oh woman

Oh woman

I would that I could talk with you tonight

Shake the dust of this earth

From these bones

And make it alright

Haunted October (2019)

It stood there

After climbing the broken glass

Clothes torn from the wreckage

Staring into the headlights

Before collapsing to the ground

***

There was no grappling

There was no struggle –

No grasping

No, that came, always, from the living

Those waving their arms into the night- stopping traffic- attempting to stop time

As the blood filled the cracks in the interstate

***

It wasn’t like the movies

Or the songs

It just, was.

You just are. Until you’re not.

Like picking fruit

Someone steals you away…

One moment

The star burning

The next

The space

Empty between them

With no time to prepare

***

Only the living are burdened with it

Only the living cries out into the night

Only living things grow numb from the pain

Only the living

Only the living

Only the loving

I guess I am still living…