Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

in the swamp
up a tree
constant change

only thing we can rely on
nothing will be the same
tomorrow

my thoughts demand
I listen to this voice in my head
he can be such a know-it-all

the coffee has yet to kick in
it just sits there in my belly
like a lazy liquid

the calendar says spring
but winter refuses to let go
like a heartbroken lover

went to the baseball game
last night twelve thousand
brave souls with hooded sweatshirts

baseball is best in summer
winter weather in spring
stings the ears

The Orioles have returned
from Florida
two down one hundred sixty to go

my beloved Birds
are flying higher than the moon
undefeated

weightless drift of eyes
I try to see my future
oh well

the gypsy gave me a potion
but I poured it down the sink
love is on the back burner

it used to simmer front and center
even boil over at times
now the utility company turned off the gas

this is a new stage of life
never imagined in pompous youth
the peaceful quiet of solitude

cherry tree explosion
pink blossoms dominate
my inner eye

mr. freeze is the big enchilada
he'll wipe out a flowering tulip tree
like stepping on an ant

my responsibilities are self imposed
I continue this eternal ruse
as if I have no say in the matter

believe in change
all he ever wrote was
yesterday......no way!

McCartney
Lennon
the tempo was right

Marx
Lenin
songwriters of a different chord

here in the moment
where I like to stay these days
is the urge to go back

here in the moment
where I like to be these days
is an urge to go forward