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Visions

Making Peace

The Baggage We Carry

The Baggage We Carry

Riding my bike

Swimming for hours

Drowning 

The voices

Swirling in my head

The ability lost

Can’t push them away

Why can’t I change?

Holding me back

Want to move forward

Hearing the calls

Louder and louder

Surround me

All around

Pushing

Pulling

A frantic escape

Breathing hard

Gathering steam

No more fighting

Making peace

A healing

A wanting

A knowing them all

The Baggage We Carry

The Baggage We Carry

The Baggage We Carry

The year 2025

The date 20 August

An opportunity lost

A releasing of an idea  

Revisiting a possibility

A wanting with no fear.  

How would it be?

Would it look different now? 

The two of us together

Thinking of you 

What could have been 

Will it never be?  

Why couldn’t we be?

Would it be strange?

How would people react?

Would we care?

Would we laugh?

Cry?

Would it affect us?

I’d like to think not

An energy released

A corner turned

The baggage we carry

Through It All

The Baggage We Carry

Tell Me Your Story

The year 2025

The date 13 August

Muffled

Trying to come through

Distractions

Reactions

Clawing my way through

So many levels

Heightened

The hanging on the door

Finding nothing

Laughing

Screaming

Reaching

Confusing

Up

Down

Attention to detail

Losing it

Lost it

Trying to find

A balance

A sense

A making of it all

Release me

Let me go

Will I hit the ground?

The dying

The dead

Responsible for it all

Can you take me

Love me

Through it all

Tell Me Your Story

A New Road Approaches

Tell Me Your Story

The year 2025

The date 29 September

Deportation

Naturalization

Belonging

Not belonging

Longing to stay

Working through

The mess

Are they listening?

Are we listening?

Trapped

Targeted

Bullied

Released

Tell me your story

I’ll tell you mine

Senseless

Jobless

Reaching too high

Feel exposed

The blink of an eye

Watch me

For me

Stand the test of time

A New Road Approaches

A New Road Approaches

A New Road Approaches

The year 2026

Early January

Embarking on a new path

Less traveled

More visible

Only one

Timeline

Fruition

Thought process

Equal measure

Make a point

Let it rest

Spoken word

Only once

Camaraderie

Companionship

Hardened

Silent

Strength in numbers

Symmetry

Dancing with light

Floors

Rehearsal

You’ll want it all

Be there

Be ready 

The time is drawing near

Alert

Cautious

Know the ins and outs

Read the faces

Offer advice 

Be prepared

There is only one you

Do it well

Wear it well

Take on things

You’ve never thought possible

A new road approaches

A Spiritual Monument

A New Road Approaches

A New Road Approaches

The year 2025

The date 6 July

Speak

Listen

A voice 

Beyond

Tell me

Why?

Why?

Why?

Scared

Lonely

In pieces

Missing

Revival

Slaying the dragon

Reception

Trigger

All encompassing

Laughter 

Tears

An ending

A beginning

Wish me well

I’ll visit often

Come to see me

I’ll be here

It’s a spiritual monument

And it’s me

Too Young

Thinking Of You

Thinking Of You

The year 2025

The date not given

Beloved son and musician

Never more

Always that

Never to be

Husband

Father

Grandfather

What could have been

Will never be

The sadness

I see

The way you wished it to be

Can’t change

Do things over

Who would have thought

No more time

Fighting

Tempers

Tears

Appeasing the tide

Always with me

Always alone

Cling to the memories

Bringing of peace

Let me go

Seeing me through

To the other side

Too young

Thinking Of You

Thinking Of You

Thinking Of You

The year 2025

The month June

Thinking of you

Like to remember

Do You?

1985

Summer

Blurred

A club

On Audubon?

A dance

Intimate

Moving in rhythm

A connection

A spark

A future

Just an instant

Remembering

A sudden release

The door

A car

Left

Or ran?

Time

Eclipsed memory

I wonder

Thinking of you

Thinking of me

All this time

A shared memory

What could have been

Will the fates lend a hand

Asked

Wait and see

The Lion

Thinking Of You

The Tip Of The Iceberg

The year 2025

A date not mentioned

Too close to home

A lion in heaven

A strong roar of strength

Magic untapped 

Transferred

I’m here

Always watching

Always aware

Comings and goings

A glimpse of the past

A radiant future

A desert

A plain

The Serengeti

True love 

A lion roars

The world hears

A gift

Unmeasurable

By space or time

Whisper to me Mama

In your darkest despair

A son will listen

Always listens

The sound of your voice

Is it calling me home

Or anchoring me in place?

The Tip Of The Iceberg

The Tip Of The Iceberg

The Tip Of The Iceberg

The year late 2025

Before 24 Dec

The tip of the iceberg

Win some

Lose some

Learning

Presenting

Blazing a trail

Working

Reworking

Organizing

Following your heart

Always

Always

Always

Your instincts 

Few will follow

Stand the test of time

Forward

Passion

A soldier in the mist

Emerging

Armed

Ready to fight

You’ll be the one 

Shoot from the hip

No one better

For the next round 

Learned

Learn

Learning

Keep pace with your soul

This is just the tip of the iceberg

The Ancients

The Tip Of The Iceberg

The Ancients

The year 2030

The ancients will return

Mothers

Fathers

Sons 

And daughters

Reclaiming the land

From which they came

New ways

Old ways

Respect and grandeur

Thanking 

Working

Restoring 

What had been lost

Dig deep

Unearth the past

Will lead to the future

Glass and bone

Sharing responsibility

Flow through the earth

Forming an alliance

Past

Present

Future

Mixed

A renewal of spirit

A renewal of life

Corn, Beans, Squash

Where it all began

The past will clear the path

Venomous

The Tip Of The Iceberg

The Ancients

The year unknown

The date 14 May

Reaching past a solemn promise

Communal commitment

Shadows form

A resilience encroaches

Safety

Not safe

Not really

Not yet

Place all the blame

On the spirits that call us

Regard

No

Respect

Not really

Suffering 

Antidote

Venomous

Wretched

A place

Nowhere near

What I thought it might be

Strangers

They recognize

The good in me

My best

Regards to the living

To those I love best

It’s been quite the journey

Now I can rest

A chuckle

A sigh

That’s all you get

Know to do the rest


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