Sailing (4/2019)

Sailing (4/2019)

She was lightning in slow motion.
What we think we’re needing.
I sold my soul and it killed me.
The wind is her, I hear it.
So, why isn’t she near me?

She was icing on a cherry.
What I think I’m hearing.
Won’t sell my soul, it won’t kill me.
The wind is her, I need it.
So, why isn’t she near me?

I’ll see you when I’m through.
Once I’m done with what I said I’d do.
One day doing everything I’d ever thought of.
I’ll see you when I get up there.

She is double rainbow gold,
what I know‘s not leaving.
Don’t touch my soul, but feed it.
The wind is her, I feel it.
So, why isn’t she near me?

She’s a swimming smile in sinking seas,
what I know I’m feeling.
Just hold my soul, and breathe it.
The wind is her, I heed it.
So, why isn’t she near me?

There’s a little purple in the sky tonight,
I’m talkin’, better believe I’m listening.
I’ve been praying for mountains,
I’ve been hoping they’ll swim.
I’ve been fighting for me these days.
Feeling free when we learn it’s all always been ok.

A Million Chucks (4/2019)

A Million Chucks (4/2019)

Money doesn’t grow on trees.
Money blows on down the street
and I got a buck now.
Guess I feel like Chuck now.

Loving doesn’t ever leave.
Loving stays inside of me,
and I don’t give a fuck now.
I guess, I feel like Chuck now.

Walking the morning’s sidewalk, I ran into me.
I was balanced near the road,
and I was living in my phone.
I fell there.

Walking across the crosswalk, I ran over me.
I was flying down the road,
and I had stopped to say hello.
Left me there.

Something, somehow always speaks,
something deep inside of me.
So, I don’t need no luck now.
Guess I feel like Chuck now.

Somehow, this thing always beats.
Somehow, doesn’t stop to think.
It’s floating like a duck now.
Guess it feels like Chuck now.

Space, like Everything (4/2019)

Space, like Everything (4/2019)

Way out there, crossing every line,
a sun set and every color commenced their rhyme.
There wasn’t a feeling of time,
like we’d always been there.

We don’t know what’s gonna be right,
but we feel it if it’s gonna be wrong.
Wondering about more than me now
and these days are still my song.
Standing still, those hands just keep on spinning.

Time flies the opposite pace of heart rates.
Speed up, slow down.
Wind hands back around.
Spin out, get found.
Still, in me, feel my sound,
so I know we’re gonna get there.

Space like greed, more we have, less we need.
Up fast, down slow.
Hands wind back, they know.
Faceplant and grow.
Soon be ‘we’, watch us go.
That’s how we’re gonna get there.

Fixing Noodles (4/2019)

Fixing Noodles (4/2019)

Do you know where we left off?
Backyard, just left of the neighbors place.
Outside, old house, same little table I’m at now,
you were gone.

You went out flying.
Brilliance rides the wind.

Bottle of wine in the morning.
Coffee, walking through to sit outside.
Kitchen, fixing noodles for whenever you swing
back around.

Then you went flying.
You don’t mind the wind.

Turbulence never made much sense to me.
What can you do, but try to be happy?
I finally found home inside of me.

For now, you’re flying.
That alarm was screaming.
Open door to breathing.
Something like deceiving.
This stuff doesn’t leave,
and for now, you’re flying.

Turbulence never made much sense to me.
What can you do, but try to be happy?
I finally found home inside of me.

Bowman’s Log (4/2019)

Bowman’s Log (4/2019)

Leave us where we left off.
Leave from where we started.
Steady this ship with wild, selfless wind.

Take us where we’re ready.
Take, from us, that thinking.
Secure this sail with warm, reckless wind.

The sun was setting in the center of the road.
Slept in Now, where there’s no unfamiliar.
Songs soar beneath, singing out my day.
No concern for where we’re going,
knowing we’re on our way.
Where there’s no unfamiliar.

Time’s tide taking us.
Dark’s light rising, right between two yellow lines.
Write before we float ashore.
Oh, captain, captain, call to me.
So far out here, can’t you see?
This far gone’s not make believe.
Oh captain, captain, call to me.

Bring us words we left out.
Bring this, we are ready.
Balance this barque with far less wind.

Find us time to wander.
Find out what we’ve needed.
Balance this boat with a cool west wind.

The sun was setting in the center of the road.
Oh, captain, captain, call to me.

Time Stands Still, Laughing (4/2019)

Time Stands Still, Laughing (4/2019)

Some time, in the distance,
standing still, laughing about all of this.
Something, this for instance.
Ticking and moving out from under this.

Looking back at the present,
it seems we’d lost control,
we didn’t follow us, now it’s ‘now that we know.’

I’d sweep both sides,
but I’m afraid to cross the street.
Sweep both sides of me.
Bucket.
Mops for days, how’s it all piecing into place?
About to start the race I’d thought I’d already won.
Afraid to cross the street, but I had not begun.

Starting when we finish.
Starting where we finished.
Watching while we win this.
Starting at the start.

Time just stood there laughing.

My Own Gospel (4/2019)

My Own Gospel (4/2019)

A little peace and quiet,
let the leaves stay.
No need to always be blowing them away.

They’re leaves,
they’re like me,
they’ll come back.

I gotta write my own gospel.
I’ve never understood
anything I should have read in a book.

A little peace and quiet,
let the dust stay.
No need to always be throwing things away.

It’s dust,
it’s like me,
won’t settle.

I gotta write my own gospel.