REACHING OUT
When reaching out you soon find yourself searching farther down   or seeking that once glossy crown

Why start second guessing something that was clearly missed,waiting patiently for that puzzle train to come by again

Finding inner power often not needed until we are lower,open question can we survive any suffering alone

If needing a guiding light when the streets are not quite so bright, will we know to seek help at the helm

To often stuck never noticing the rut,harder to recognize from the inside if we're in that zone

Glass half full but floating in an open pool being drawn out by the tide ,quickly time passes almost overwhelm

Goodbye mister bluebird voices floating in the air, come again when the day is fair,your voice helping me to regain my own tone

Clouds quickly breaking, bright beams flowing in everywhere,reaching out to others do we dare,will they be the quickest to condemn

So many fallen before, life moves so fast, too quickly become her *****,certain events we can no longer postpone

Clouds quickly breaking bright beams flowing in everywhere,reaching out to others do we dare,most of life is gone before we know it, so much of the world that is never seen

Left alone Like a sapling bending in the wind  R.C.

MAYBE A SONG FOR YOU TODAY

Kindred spirits riding the same rail enjoying that mutual feeling in the air

Always a curious calling bringing new rhythms for us to be falling

Each day open for another way, which sounds will draw us into their lair

Skip to my Lou brings memories and rewards or maybe you'll find that old gospel was the true calling

Natural noises shake shivers from our inner timbers,shuffling your feet to that creaking door

Sample a simple sonnet or bask in ballads,giddy over a new diddy or find some new orchestral scoring

Serenades for the stars or something to echo from the smoky bars,getting us up and moving and out on that floor

No pretense for the deep passion often triggered by compositions ,awaiting a new fate ,subtly finding it enthralling

Oh Oh what is the deeper role of the song is it just to guide us along ,phrases coming in phases to show us a new door

Lost beneath the rain a sometimes violent storm of notes ,liking the linking of beats and rhythms ,settling in it becomes restoring

Open mind allowing so much new to find,pieces always adrift ,will it's warbles add to our next score. R.C.

MUMBLING,GRUMBLING ,HUMBLING

Ringing in the distance with a rush of beeps, blending into of what had the potential to be an unforgettable dream sequence

Pushing more feathers against my head,holding eyes tighter to keep an unknown day at bay

Blinks nods and winks holding back but on the brink,now is the test for our reaction to the stimulus

Broken dawn with a first yawn,open opportunities for a growl or howl but equal time for a grin today

First foot hits the floor as another clips a door ,let loose a squawk or see it all as ridiculous

Blinding light while called to muster,blinking eyes regain some luster,quickly becomes a choice to stomp or ballet

Break the silence with sounds and smells of Folgers fairies,magic warmth for a cup of cheerfulness

Real world wanting in, waiting to find your own spin,time to seek positive while holding the negative at bay

How to find balance is often a challenge if scales are tilted, finding peace in increments

New dawn fresh ideas to spawn,letting in life before it is gone,hoping that life will let me see modesty and realize tomorrow can be better than yesterday. R.C.

Think I missed part of it with HUMBLING at least,we should never have to look far to bring us down a notch . But still avoid the whining when possible:) some rough days made this easier to find the right vibe or words.  sometimes we need to pinch ourselves a little more often:) Thanks for reading Your thoughts are helpful.Rick

Sitting on the park bench
Staring at the bay
Crying out to spirits
That haunt me everyday

Wishing they would leave me
At peace to fall asleep
Instead they come to poke me
And grab my soul to keep

I tell them that my heart hurts
And is crumbling as it falls
But they just keep on laughing
As their fires burn the wall

I sit here with my writing
At loss in what to say
All I can do is stare
At the horizon of the bay

The tears begin to fall
As the spirits call my name
Suddenly I'm weeping
As I try to put out the flame

Here I am alone
Or lonely as it will
As the emptiness within me
Fills my soul with nothing still

The spirits they still haunt me
As every day begins
They know what I am feeling
Yet they still hurt me within

RIVERS MAKES ME QUIVER

Youthful mind left wandering just feeling the wetness from yards into the curbs

Ripples running curbside over toes, forming those first streams for a meandering mind

Clouds collecting power,mists collecting,forming Drop by drop rains flowing into their reserves  

High mountain lakes reflecting their passion, partitioned by beavers to make their own pond

  Broken into brooks flowing faster downward into streams,cool and clear their taste like sweet liqueurs

Beauty not confined to a torrent but gifted with greenery and wildlife ,flowers that make the forests more confident

Trickles forming into cascades downward making outpourings & overflows waterfalls forced through the fissures

Gravity needs spaces we watch as it heightens then widens,making it's way through the continent quickly becoming most prominent

Admire her beauty but reap her rewards,wet bounty to feed the fields, food for fishes ,generations receive her treasures

Canoeists,kayakers or legendary steamboat captains are fond of their flowing, boys wondering where she will go ,knowing our tears of joy will flow to the sea should be our greatest compliment. R.C.

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Paul Butters

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