Chris Huff

Dreams of sycamore trees

And riding bikes through autumn leaves

With land to roam and open air

Another word can go unsaid

I gave it all I had to give

Dropping the guard that had me down

For songs of dance and jubilee

And making music out at sea

Sleeping through the city noise

Dancing on with eyelids pressed

Falling to the waiting ground

My heartbeat pounds like a soft machine

Walking in the street with arms outstretched

Hands clenched into fists

Time to let go

I’ve never met someone

So beautiful

Pretty machines

You make the F word sound eloquent

Tattoos look classy on you

You’re the note and I’m your tune

Play me

Pretty machines

Bucket of a car

Cheap phone

A dollar in my pocket

Yet a place that I own

A laughingstock

But at least I’m free

I have what I want

This world won’t own me

I wrap my arms around the sun

Before going around one more time

But this time around

We won’t get lost in the shuffle

In a world bent with daily urgencies

Lost underneath the sands of time

The pressure hits as to a chunk of coal

Until we’re sharp and shining

I’ll share all I have until you’re strong and inspired

What’s mine is yours

 And just so you know

The world is mine

Folded Aces

I hide from umbrellas

For the rain

To feel the things you don’t want to feel

A powerful love

Like a beautiful rage

Doesn’t need a clear blue sky

Your brightness is no match for the light in my eyes

You will bend but cannot break me

I’ll tell you until the water runs dry

And I’ll stand here while your body grows tired

I’ll go, even though you beg me to stop

Though a time will come when I’ll look back upon

 For now I last just to pass the time

Your brightness is no match for the light in my eyes

Getting stronger

From years off the beaten path

No smooth roads

Or slick business talk

Just hard work

And soul