Monthly Archives: June 2013

Strawberry Stems

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Strawberry fields burst in late June
Bursting with water on summer soil
Reaching hands between leafs full
Waiting berries picked so soon
Soil pushing stems up and out
Life pumping through the veins
Creating life so sweet through sun and rain
Waiting for summer hands to come looking
Plucking berries from life support
To be enjoyed as a summer torte
Fresh sunshine on tongues thirsty
Sun falling in leaves
Being pulled through roots and soil
Up through limbs and pushing out a heavenly treat
I am amazed at this gentle beauty
No poison oak or ivy no thorns to distract
Just a simple leaf asking for no protection
Giving itself to the next calling hand
True beauty to behold

People at Heart

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People are at the heart of the city Pumping through the veins of streets alleyways tunnels metros and do the skyscrapers
Keeping the towers breathing and vibrant
With no people these artifacts would collect dust and deconstruct
Without these bodies with hearts pumping this city would die
In vacant earth
It is the men and women that keep these skylines alive
The janitor the construction worker
The business man the musician all working for one
Keeping the city alive and well
The streets are moving with people
Pushing and sliding in and out of stores and restaurants
Keeping the city alive and well

TV’s On

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Late night at the Italian joint

we sit tired and staring

talking about how we are

going to make our lives

work

6 tv’s blaring telling us what to think

Next I am easily distracted

by the compact box

lighting the room

the food is good and will do

but as for me and you

it has been 10 years in the making

no more waiting

we are going to make our move

but for now in this vacant little resteraunt

we enjoy each other

even with the tv’s on

What Happened to the Songs

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What happened to those tunes man

Now all I hear anymore is sand

Sand in my ears

Under the nails on my fingers

On my skin and under

I can’t stand it anymore

Why doesn’t anyone say anything anymore

When did music become so regulatory

All for finances and Hollywood glory?

That a fucking shame

Why do we want what is so lame

To fill our ears

With nothing of value and worth

No protest song or connection

The radio guides us in one direction

Upon inspection

It is less that satisfaction

That they blare this worthlessness

To world and miss

What happened to the songs of old

When a man could hold a guitar

So a story could be told

I don’t think that is old fashion

It is just a higher calling

Than that green cash’in

Let the melodies ring out

Let the voices sing

I will leave you with one thought

When you hear that radio

And the artist with the timeslot bought

Should your mind and thoughts be controlled?

So in some Bentley some executive can roll?

Music is much more than that

Than just some guys money rat

One T Shirt

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I want to wear a t shirt all day
Where the sun shines through the cold gray
Where life is easy in summers pass
Hanging out chilling on your ass
There is something to that life
More than it seems
A true call from your dreams
I want to wear a t shirt to work
As just a small job perk
Away from suits and ties
Those are for the weary eyes
I think of how I can make it through
Just a simple thought will do
I need no complexities like buttons
Those are over done
All I need is one
T shirt
That will do

Tough Writing

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Tough writing today
Been working all day
Pulling late nights
Got my eyes wide
Closed calling
Lids falling
To find one more minute awake
Appalling
Eyes glued to screen concrete
Take a minute away discrete
Now my eyes upon the bed
Creep
Take me to sleep

Overstay Your Welcome

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Some dark shit – but hey we all have those days right? I am feeling the weight of overstaying my welcome and feel that I have to move on – so here it is.

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I waited to long you see

The walls are closing in on me

Not much left I can do

Not quite sure I can see it through

The rent is late

The man has to be paid

But I am short on pennies

Nothing easy about being a musician

Not gunna lie

Some days I wish I was a fat cat

Just laying around chasing rats

But what the sense in that

I have these fingers and these thoughts

It not something that I bought

Or try to sell

But when the whispers turn to yells

That is when the pain can swell

And swell

Turning you into something you are not

Making you turn your back

On something when it is quite alright

Why do it

Why go now

Just a couple bucks short got you down

There has to be a better way somehow

Life ain’t easy is the saying

But life has a way of displaying

This little cliché in a real way

It never makes sense until that one day

Then you look and say

Shit

These bills

How will I ever pay?

The Coals of Ambition

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Can anyone tell me where this is going

I am not quite sure I follow

yet I am content to find out

there is no real place called home

not when living a life on the roam

for what might be better

yet sometimes much worse

my thoughts fumble as my mind wonders

internal rain

perpetual thunder

raking me across the coals of ambition

little did I know it would hold me ransom

these things that I was wishing

holding onto dearly as if the bible

these contemptuous desires should be convicted of liable

they have not given what was prescribed

empty bags straight out lied

and made me feel at home

in a bed of feathers

little did i know my mind it would teather

and hold down with uncertainty

but certainly

I will come out stronger on the other end

I once was a three

Now I am a ten

time to grow up

rather than start again

I will leave it here for tonight

what I said seems alright

I will fall fast asleep

until the the night is bright with

morning light

 

Beach Town

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Beach town
Summers up winters down
The sun warms the shandy’s in this small town
Rusted chairs and concrete sidewalks
Just happy to be hanging out
Walking around
Up and down the main drag
These warm days make up what winter lag
The small shops open their doors
Returning to business once more
A Lakebreeze keeps you cool
While the wispy clouds coming go
Flags hung high and bright
Prepares the soul for a summer night
Sidewalk chalk and burnt out grass
Loving this sitting on my ass
A little getaway is what we need
Watching the grass grow
From this summer seed