Song of Traveling


Song of Traveling

An internal crying out
International borders
Fading out
Needing to fly away
Not knowing where to go
For sure, he does know
He made a wish today

A click of the mouse,
Found the key,
Scrolling through pages
Passionately
Through many dreams
He’d never really seen
Oh, the possibilities

Sometimes the best
Valentine t
o find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
What you can’t wait to see,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Sitting up—
The plane is landing—
Passengers begin the
Anxiety of standing,
Waiting,
Ready to be
Moving along

We’re really here.
Finally here.
In the clear.
We’ve reached
Our destination.

Sometimes the best
Valentine t
o find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
When you can’t wait to feel free,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Leave the pieces of everyday
Behind, unwind, now
Pick a place and fly away
You’re worth the pennies
You have saved
We all deserve to enjoy
A holiday

Sometimes the best
Valentine t
o find
Is a suitcase fully loaded
Where you can’t wait to be,
Foot tapping imperatively,
Heart paired to the beat
Of a song of traveling

Z

Bad Guy

Bad Guy

Judgment Day
The time could come 
for all the dangerous decisions
to finally surface;
The ball in a chosen man’s court

Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy

Hand-wringing
The birds are not singing
outside the window,
on the branches of trees shaped leafless
Heart-racing
Will the chosen man be sending
all of the blame today

Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy

Accuser versus the accused
Liquid soaking through a pressed shirt
of a man, could be around 35
Tension ripping through his organs
like a knife

Blood on the floor

Fly away, foul thoughts
Fly away, it can’t be so bad 
Fly away, to happy places
Fly away, all the dreams can still happen

Is it so hard to see
that behind the eyes of the bad guy
is maybe somebody who sees,
in either you or in me,
a set of eyes belonging
to his or her bad guy


Z

Just the Same

Just the Same

Head backs away from the mic
A gracious bow to the audience,
A wave goodbye
Such a great show, good game
Hang up the costume,
Wash off the face

Time, now, to go home
Recharge the batteries
Wait for the old phone to ring
With new promises
Of brand new dreams, opportunities

Hands that are open
Are never really empty
Like a deep meditation,
Ready to really reach for something;
There is power in the waiting

The show goes on
On and on and on
Different setlist, but maybe
One or two familiar songs
Something to tap that foot to, sing along

Playing the game,
Finding rhythms, remembering names
Never easy for such a talent—
The dear we’re here to see and hear
We adore, just the same