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I must strike down
The rhythm and the sound
Falling on fond ears
Restrained and freed
Recalling memories so new and old
with few words
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Chimps of Legality
What would cause this uproar
To debate the fate of a chimp
Shall these animals become personified
Or vilified as we discuss their fate
Our decision with a vision
With not set free this primate
We must ask what is it
What really makes us
Real?
Is it the ability to think
No
That has been displayed
Even simple creatures can have thoughts
So they say
Is it our autonomy or ability to change
Our adaptations to the surroundings
This assumption truly has no grounding
The line of what makes us human
Is now being discussed
Will the court come to order
So clearly we can define the border
Between me
And this chimp
If we declare them ‘legal persons’
Then we had better start the paperwork
We will have social securities to file
Insurance reports to collect
Might even be good for the economy if I recollect
But at the core should we care for these claims
For these chimps are no champion for social change
Awareness or good
They may be high level thinking
But what good does it do
To put them on the same level of humanity
As me and you
Who will debate this
The policiticans and the heritics
Really this is something I must stay out of
Personhood or not I will treat all with love
At the end of the day that is what I hope for
So whether I see a chimp pull up in the car
Right next to mine
Or if I just see him at the zoo next time
It is just fine with me
Whatever those people decide
I will just let it be
The High Sky
On a brisk walk under November skies
The weather cold dark and grey
How would one ever know
That one thousand pounds of weed
Was falling my way
One foot ahead of the other
Walking in a winter fashion
Passing others waving
Making no point to be an attraction
Snow gave way to firm concrete underneath
A light chatter of crackling snow and ice
Under my feet
I glance at the horizon
Just up enough to see
That a dark black object
Hurtling toward the earth
And me
I quicken my pace to a jog and clear the way
I now know something is falling
Falling right towards my direction
As it nears the ground
50 feet or so
I notice it is about 8 bags of so
They fall to the ground as haystacks tossed
I begin my decent to discover the fallen goods
There is no way that I could have truly understood
Here is 100 lbs of weed fallen from the sky above
Heavenly dank sent from the angels with love
Upon that day I reached a new level high
With the gifts I received
That fell from the sky
The Genius of Catch
If Not for Perfection
–
I wish not for perfection
Rather somewhere
At the intersection
Of preparation
And the continuation
Of ones course
–
The readiness is created
By all the time spent
Re-taking
Take after take
Just for one good virtuous shake
The artist prepares with good intent
Content on rehearsal
Frustrated with constraint
Holding the power to change
Is the key to arranging
The true masterpiece that lies within
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The strokes fall smooth on the page
Many hours have been spent
To create this moment
In this perfect age
The feelings and the artistry dance
Upon the blank canvas
Creating great swaths of golden hues
No reason to overdue
Simple strokes and committed lines
Hours spent caressing this craft
To create a mindless illusion
The genius of catch
–
Illustrious moments turn to intricate delicacy
As the grand swaths revolve to small movement
This is where preparation meets commitment
Where the small lines have the greatest impact
No thought or stroke left un-in-tact
This creation flows from the mind
Through the heart and blood
To the muscles and fingertips
Out onto the canvas
–
So what was once within
Can be seen without
Having to speak or convey
The image left upon the page
The true masterpiece
The Eternal Mindset
The Eternal Mindset
–
The Eternal Mindset
Sounds so beautiful
At the onset
Something I wish to achieve
Not keep tucked beneath my sleeve
A focus for today
With a passion for tomorrow
That is how this mindset will grow
Content is not part of the equation
Through careful and meticulous contemplation
Changing to adapt and create
New opportunities for one to grow
Not asking why or when
But looking for the opportunity
To grasp with both hands
So late you can remember when
Knowing that change is inevitable
Creatable and attainable
I will not be the same me today
That I will become tomorrow
I must push the sludge of life
Into a moldable shape and size
Until it forms a vast creation of hand
This is how my life has to be planned
Not just saying that life is ok
That all will be alright
Rather to stand up to the wrongs
Gather your courage and fight
Fight
Fight
For the Eternal Mindset will not stop
Continuing flowing from the river it must
Flow to some great ocean
Some greater cause
To make the world a better place
Stand silent on the stage
Awaiting the applause
I hope to wake every morning and heed this call
For every day is an opportunity
To become more me
To achieve new highs
To forget old lows
So that one day I can reflect and see that I have grown
From amateur to pro
This mindset will push me beyond contentment
To a place where I can only give my all
Until I fall exhausted from commitment and strain
This is where my mind is laid
Seeking an Eternal Mindset
To make the world better
To reach out to new faces
Recall the old
So that when it is over a good story can be told
This challenge starts now
I shall do all that I can
This is my Eternal Vow
Sandy Blue Pastels
The baby pastel blues
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
Fall crashing coldly
Onto sandy homes
Roaring from the weather
The wind and the snow
Waking me in the morning
Through the pines
Between ice tipped shrubs
Beating on the glass outside my window
Awakened to light brighter
Song lighter
Of the winter birds
The lake reveals a storm overhead
Three feet of snow headed to Michigan
I protect my warmth in the morning
As the heat evades my winter skin
To a cold Michigan morning
Under a snow and ice so thin
Pine needles crackle
Tied together loose with water and cold
Under each foot gives way
To an earth frozen
But only days ago
It was an early rip of storms for this time of year
Creating a palpable uncertainty in the air
Cars wheels fell ungraspable to pavement frozen
Sliding from one side to the other
It was a frigid morning in Michigan
Truly I was not prepared
For winters cold hand
Had laid its awakening on falls back
And now into winter we are fashioned
With waves crashing
Small drops splashing
Higher than the rock walls
Where the drips fall
Creation of some new frozen ice
To tell the story of this transition
Truly is a testament to my position
Tucked in the woods
Staying warm for now
Under the winter sun in Michigan
Musical Supply and Demand
Its very easy to see what is going on
The music world has a case of gluttony
Supply and demand
Has crippled every last musicians hand
–
No more venues to play
There is a new price in town
A way called pay to play
It’s no longer about music friends
–
I must know at least 100+ musicians
Me being included in the big mix
A mix of everyone
Fighting everyone
Pushing anyone
Lower and lower
Until we have reached a new low
Below the impossible line of zero
Now we must pay
Out of our own dusty pockets
To create music for people to enjoy
How did this folly become the one
That I rely on as a means to be employed
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But the venues enjoy the high chair
Bib wrapped around their necks
With a golden spoon in their mouth
Fuck what music used to be about
–
Its about the bottom line now
And it seems if you commit to this profession
You are bound to lose
Bound by something you did not choose
–
So I ask every musician do not play for free
Do not pay or even a shitty guarantee
Because if one falls for the silly trick
The rest of us will be doomed by silliness
–
In a world that has the x graph pushing us down
Rather than go lower push back and don’t give ground
We have to be an alliance
Of strong resolve
In a desperate attempt
This deficit we can solve
–
The challenge of the modern musician is ever daunting
Full of empty bars and feedback so haunting
We only have each other in the end
So stick it to the man asking you to pay
And this is what you say
–
I am a musician of hard work and dedication
Your cheap bar provides my weary eyes no medication
For what music creates there is no other sensation
So throughout all the nation
We will not play for free
This is just the way it must be
Temporary Community
Pulled off on the side of the road for bad weather
Said there might be a tornado round the bend
Closed and locked the car and headed in for shelter
The smell of cooked meat and raw potatoes
Clung to my skin as I rushed in with the fresh air
I sat and watched the storm unfold 15 miles away
Ripping the trees from the dampened fall ground
I turn around to see others standing around
Concerned for the storm that is now heading our way
In a gentle manner I tried to keep everyone calm
I have no idea what I was trying to say
But everyone seemed happy to be going along
As the wind and rain ripped into the building sides
We could no longer see our cars parked just outside
A young girl sat alone on her phone
Shaking and afraid to be out here all on her own
I tried to remind her that she would be just fine
Got to be tough stuck in a burger joint contemplating life
Alone
A wife sat with her husband holding onto her kids
Hoping that the storm would miss us
Another woman on her way to Chicago
Wondering once the storm rolled in which way she should go
I tried to keep everyone’s hopes up a simple gesture
Here I was hoping just to make things a little bit easier
Not quite sure if I helped I could see the storm caused the fear in her
Inside that building business went on as usual
Burgers being flopped from one side to the next
I had no real care for what was going on
Just watching what the storm did next
We all made this our temporary stop
Out of the blasting rain and bustling wind
One of the workers made it over to make sure that we were all alright
Holding our heads and cell phones so very tight
The wind ripped the rain poured
As soon as I turned around I felt like
There was a storm no more
Two tornadoes
One to the north
One to the west
Not our day to fight it out
But it was one hell of a test
As the rain cleared and the sun made its meager reappearance
With the dim lit assurance we could make out way on
Walking out to our cars we said our simple goodbyes
A small community was formed in that joint
Connected we were in a concern for the future
But as that future became our past we made out way out into the evening
Waved our goodbyes
And back to our paths in life we then proceeded
