Farewell and Hello
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Monthly Archives: August 2013
Spent my Last 5 Bucks
Spent my last five bucks
Not quite sure how I am going to get back
Evening lunch and quite pack
I am thinking of you
That is what helps me get through
The rough times that we have faced
Here and there
Not everyday is like today
But on someday’s I am left
With little to no change
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Spent my last five bucks
Times have gotten to be hard
River drying up
The spool has no more yarn
I cannot help but wonder
How we can make it through
Change in my hand
In my jean pocket
Of faded blue
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Spent my last five bucks
Paychecks distance themselves
Somewhere in Michigan
Off of the old state road
North of the line
Making my way back home
I get back in the car and breathe
Some music will help the fear ease
On a summer day in late August
This is what I see
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Spent my last five bucks
Grabbing some gas and food
You will make it all alright
I will be back home soon
The Municipal Gym
Get the coffee on
It’s 5 am
People stagger in on a Monday
Ready to stretch and begin again
Bob is 80 staying strong
The cop benches to keep the bad boys back
Jim is on steroids just looking to get big
While the lady at the desk checks us all in
Rosa is working hard to tone her legs
While Richard is there to chat
The morning due rolls back
While Jim makes sure to keep his back flat
Sam is on the bike getting ready for the next triathlon
While the ex con is working the weights all day long
Me I am just waking up
Weary eyes and strained
Looking at all the faces that look the same
This is a morning in the municipal gym
In south bend
All in all we are just working to stay thin
On a brisk Monday morning in August p
Uncertainty Reigns
Not much on plans
Wish I knew more
About the future
But no such certainty exists
I just hope to survive
Make it through the next week alive
No complaints from me
This is my life to be
I own it and know it well
It makes it no easier
I get asked all the same questions
With all the lack of answers
Some nights are better than others
Some are rough and long
Try to do my best in song
And poetry keep me sane
Challenging the mind and the brain
I hope to create
Rather than destroy
That is the goal
In the end to give back
Rather than take away
And for a late Friday night
That is all I have to say
Goodnight
Another Day
Another day
Another poem
Today I wonder what has held me back in life
The fear of something that does not exist
The fear of falling somewhere I can not
I can no longer have these fears control my heart
I must control me
That is truly what must be
For me to grow and develop
Into what can be
What should be
Rather than what can not
I must forget the past
Create a new future
Not controlled by fears or constraints
For what I believed became my reality
This real world defined me
It is time for a sea change
The salty breeze on the shoulder of the new me
This is where I will now live
Free from fear and darkness
Full of life and adventure
That is the real me
Early Morning Recital
Early morning practiced
With weary eyes
Touching keys and strings
Pulling myself together
To remember these things
Everyday is a challenge
Begging for more focus
To read the notes on the staff
Making new notes memory
Memory becomes music
And muscles play there part too
The mind weakens with coffee and time
Moving slow but gaining speed
This is the recital I need
To play for my ears and eyes
This is the musician life
Silence
Silence
I crave silence
Reflective intuitive creative silence
No radio
Music
Talk
Instead
Silence
Time to decide
Time to listen to the silent guide
The pushing force
The calling from the inward soul
In the sky I look up
Nothing but the sound of a gas-powered engine
And the other cars around
It is not complete but quiet enough
The sound of the turning wheel
Pulling my thoughts apart
As husks on a corn peal
Looking for what might be underneath quick passing
What is the drive in me
What is the reason
I need silence to think
Think through decisions about the future
Decisions about the now
Am I doing alright
This will surely get me through tonight
I search for this answers this evening
Not on crowded streets or in a home
But in a car on a cool summer evening
With pure silence
The sound of air pushing through the ear canal
Creates a slow growing buzz
I may not know the answers
But I am searching for the cause
Upon reaching my destination the silence discontinues
Returning to the normal process of clicks and tones
All the things that fill up the normal home
But for one moment I could feel
My heart and soul in one great alliance
In that pure and simple moment
Of Silence
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Speck of White
A speck of white
Upon a summers evening
Faded light
Rejuvenated and renewed
From all that has been imbued
Rest has created eyes awake and wondering
Speck of Yellow
Falls through dusty windows upright
Suns glistening final rite
A palette covered with yellowish sweet
Continuum of summer heat
A speck of Green
On Summers lawn
Dew in the morning
After a crisp dawn
A speck of Blue
On a skycap so true
Gravity holding us down on this world
Keeping us protected from weightlessness
The true story of me and you
Told through the colors
Wheeled through life and illuminating our sky
We take moments out and away
Cry and laugh
Rejuvenated and happy
This is created through color invigoration
The sensation of happiness and vigor
Rolls through
Into
Me and you
On the Course
Falling asleep on my lap
On the course
A nap is needed for strength
I run my fingers through he hair
The rain falls splashing soft on cracked pavement
Skies loom large and fly
Clouds passing in summers haste
Laid in bed for an hour wide awake
Continuum of emotion and freedom
Taken with hope and reason
The rain falls soft on my legs and arm
Winds bring cold air
And afternoon charm
All I could ask for lays in my hands
Caressing hair soft brown and sweet
Under the shade of a Michigan pine
Is one of life’s great treats
Complete with feeling of love and understanding
Taking a break from a brisk walk
Relax and sleep while we talk
A Wednesday filled with summers course
I love her as she sleeps just a bit more
A Cup of Songwriting 