Monthly Archives: January 2014
Forgettable Notes
Forgettable notes
On a seemingly empty guitar
Opened eyes late
Pushing hard
Living in tight bags
Reclined in the car
Many nights spent wondering
Who you are
Days home
Or days spent over
In countries afar
All deals settled
For one chance
Forget the drama
The romance
This is the only shot
One finale
Coming up shooting
From the depths of sorrows valley
I miss Nashville
I miss LA
Hope to make it back
The city landscape portrayed
Form and function
Met up at the I 90 junction
Headed out of town
I’ll make it back home
Come back around
If Indecision Supersedes Incision
When complete indecision
Supersedes the incision
Of which
We inject ourselves into the world
Launched
Taken off
We will run
Fast, hard, and lean
Towards the summation
The local or destination
Our minds will not sleep
Nor our hearts give
Any
Resignation
Until we find our ends
In this one fine nation
Questions will be asked
Notions given
Whether we are losing
Or we are winning
Hello world
Let’s become friends
We learn from our mistakes
Now and then
But tonight we begin
We no longer hesitate
To wake in the morning
And shake hands
With our new fate
The Blowing Lark of Winter
Stay inside
There is a storm out there
Blowing winds so cold
It will shrivel your fingers
I am told
City in chaos
A driving ban
Amongst all of this
How could we plan
Just about one thing
I never seen anything
Quite like this
The blizzard of 78
Paled
When this storm hit
Apocalyptic winds
Hustle over the earth
Creating a sense of unknown
In darkness so cold
In the air you hear the raging sea
Even though the sea is
Nowhere near me
Or you
We stay locked in doors
Tight
Shaking
With the blowing lark
I am amazed at this
Horrified
And in awe
None of us saw this coming
None at all
But here is this storm
This beast
This apocalyptic creation
Bearing down hard
On the Hoosier nation
From Chicago
Down the South Shore
We have seen snow
And more
More more
Sleep well rested
While the buildings foundation
Is tested
We stay covered
We stay alive
This is the most violent wrath of winter
I have ever seen
The January winter
Of two thousand
And fourteen
Submission to Lake Michigan
The Lake Effect
Has everyone upset
Blowing snow in
Blowing streets closed
Blowing cities into submission
All along the Lake Michigan
Outer belt
No winter before have we ever felt
This
cold
Blooming Questions
The world will not wait
No delay
No reason to hesitate
I move
I question
I try
In the evening
Under the crisp
Morning sky
Our destiny
Uncertain
Questions blooming
Into discussions
Full answers restricted
Unknown
Somedays feel
As if we go
Where the wind will blow
Us
But today
Reasons develop reasonably
In this season of cold
We set out on a journey
Forward march
Is where we will go
Adjacent Snowfall
Snow Snow
Go away
Come back some other
What the hell
It’s snowing again
Gazing Ball Responsiblity
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Gazing Ball Responsiblity
–
Freedom outlined with responsibility
Sounds so trivial
So silly
But the concepts upon which
Failure and success
Of our free country
Hinge
Are within
The two words mentioned
Herein
With freedom comes responsibility
Not political commitment
Or rigid views
Simple daily responsibility
Of citizens
Me
And you
No questions raised
About money, religion, or race
Equality to all
Under the human race
Let us be responsible for what we do
What we say
How we act
How we pay
For creations made responsibly
Temptations and challenge
Run rampant at our fingertips
Accessing the world
In just a few clicks
But with this gazing ball of wonder
You cannot underestimate
Your responsibility
To the greater mankind
So please be kind
Be helpful
A great nation
Flawed indeed
But if there is one call we can heed
Whether a conservative or a liberal
Is mutual respect for each other
And our responsibility
To make the world better
So that from sea to shining sea
We can create something beautifully
With true responsibility
From me to you
And you to me
Liquid Lights
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Liquid Lights
–
The polar vortex winter
What the heck is that
Where hot and cold intersect
Casting a spinner on the midwest
Over Chicago, Gary, and South Bend
The rust belt on lake Michigan’s end
A vortex
Sets 4 feet of snow on the deck
I am amazed at the violence this
Storm creates
Thrashing cars on highways
Like liquid lights on the road
It is unlike any winter I have known
Where the volatile winds blow
The crushing cold
Oh the cold
It seems unbearable
Stopping pumping engines in its tracks
Planes left running
On snow filled tarmacs
A smack
Of this winter vortex
Sets us spinning
Holding on to wheels
Less like driving
More like swimming
I hope to see the end
We just pull up a chair and watch
The true entertainer
The dropping thermometer
Watching it fall
Way below what I have ever known
Freezing finger tips instantly
With a frigid blast
I can only hope
This vortex
Is my first and my last
Man Cut Short
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Man Cut Short
–
So the world goes
A man wakes up
A man goes to sleep
Yet you should know
That every night
Small thoughts
Creep through his head
Crawling
Embarking
Embedding
Deep in his thoughts
These weaknesses
These flaws
Crack
Grow
And seal a certain fate
For a man
Who leaves these cracks
Unattended
Is the man whose life
Gone
Way before it should have ended