Too much of the wrong
And of the right, not enough
His eyes exiled her

Too much of the wrong
And of the right, not enough
His eyes exiled her

Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business

From time to time
I go looking
For a wrench
To throw
At me
To break
My heart
For a reminder
I go looking
From time time to time
Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts
Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend
Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”

Wouldn’t we wonder
Wouldn’t we seek
Look up
Wait for words
Wouldn’t we ask for our lives
Wouldn’t we give them back
Stand down
Receive the Word
Wouldn’t we fight
Wouldn’t we push through
Speak up
Deliver the words

What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
Yet
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance

There’ll be no solemn song
No “Hey, you hero of mine!”
Wind beneath their wings you were
Relegate of eagle shadow
Beautiful, smile…hide your pain
Fore-and-aft, you’ll flutter about
Oh, love! How you’ll luff
Teardrop-shaped, yet foil-less
All this windy day is wind
The ocean of you, they showboat atop

Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help
Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street
Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right
Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me

Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels

Leggy
Considering going dancing
And, cannot care whether the two-step is solo
Reminiscent
Keeper…giver…wayfarer
A better time…a good time…now is the time
Blooming
Stationary, unwary, worthy
Holding all manner of good secrets to share
