Quiet Minded

Posted on March 20, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This just captures the way I feel today. Not quite sure what it all means or where it is I am heading. I just try to put something to paper and this is what comes out. My mind does not seem to have linear thought today, more scattered and sporadic. Probably a sign of fatigue but i must write on! Some quiet minded writing.

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Pushing and pulling

Twisting and moving

All these parts around

The feelings burst from corners

Onlooking

Stomach churning wide

Open mouths yearning for life

Sliding in spaces

Hands holding their places

While fists beat upon chests

The feelings melt around

Filling valley’s under pressure building

Eyes bustling hoping to discover light and air

Yet there is just the simple sound

Of an air conditioning running

An elevator moving

A city bus forward thrust

Streets being lashed with rubber

The city blinks in a quiet stutter

Life comes back as quickly as it passes

Staring at the coffee on my glasses

Resting arms and legs on a sofa

My mind will surely not rest until this night is over

Light and Meaningless

Posted on March 19, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This is just a piece written out of inspiration after watching a documentary about a pop star that has had her “big break”. I found the most ridiculous part of the movie was how they talked about her writing had developed her vocabulary. Then they showcased this horrible song overusing mediocre simile. So I have some simile thrown in for effect here and how ridiculous it is to claim that good simile can create good poems. It can help, definitely, but I believe there is a lot more to poetry and learning how to write than that. On top of all of this, she still co-writes all of her work with major hit writers. So lets not get over zealous with how much she is doing. Anyways – RAWK!

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Heartbreak

Why does every song have to be about heartbreak

As though what you say

Has never been said

The book that was written

No one actually read

Or took any time to look it over

Over and over

My stomach turns listening to stale bread

Filling up the holes in my head

With words so light and meaningless

Where is the controversy in all of this

But a love song will sell

It will land you on the charts

That is all you should care for anyway

Get charted make some dough and roll away

I have no appetite for that no calling for swooning

My heart cannot be pulled anymore by this

Songs about how ones hearted is wounded

Do I really have to be relatable and and marketable

At what point does all of this become a song

Whether I seem to have it right or have it wrong

I can debate this question all night long

When my eyelids glue open to ceiling above

There is no point to this all when push comes to shove

The feelings fall like honey down a wilted tree

I used the word honey there

Isn’t that so creative of me

I have no calling for simile or rhyme

I just try to create what I feel I can call mine

A concoction of words so bitter and so timid

Just the flesh of a peach left when it is pitted

Try to make something small everyday

Quick painting of what is going on around me

To look back one day and truly be able to say

The meaning was left in the heart of the words

There truly is no right way

Elkhart’s Eternal Flame

Posted on March 13, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

Late night band practice in Goshen, IN led to a midnight drive to South Bend. Even at the late hour you can see the flame burning off of the highway in Elkhart. It reminds me of how that thing burns 24/7 and how we are filling it with every step that we take. So this is a short poem about where it all took me.

Elkhart’s Eternal Flame

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Elkhart’s Eternal Flame

Lights my mind up every time

Drives me insane

The heap of garbage burning bright

The smell that seeps out

Lets you know something’s not right

Trash carving it’s way in Midwest trees

Coming from all over the land

From the mountains and the seas

Landfills in Indiana seem to run a plenty

Follow your nose and you will find

One, two, and oh so many

As with all trash it must be disposed

Where exactly it goes

I can’t say anyone really knows

But on a Tuesday night the flame glows

On highway 20 when you see it

You will know

Blue flickers orange pops red in too

Depending on where the wind blows

Is where all the scent blows to

Racing over fields and famers

Streams and trees

Through our nostrils

Into you and me

Into our lungs and through our livers

Into your soul giving you shivers

Into our blood

Through the water that we drink

Bubbling up through the faucets and the sinks

Shame should fill the hearts of the waste

But toss it in the trash

And don’t really face it

The next time you waste

All the trash that you disclaim

I may see it burning one day

In Elkhart’s Eternal Flame

Wonder

Posted on March 9, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This is the revised version of a song that I am currently finishing up. It is about being in the grind and trying to find meaning in your work. For me it is grinding through all of the social media/marketing day to day activities of running my own company. It is a simple morning – but my mind begins to wander. That is where this song comes from. Hope to have video up soon. Cheers!

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When I wake up

Feeling fine

Get up put the coffee on

I’m in the grind

The TV rings out so clear

In subtlety

Weather man’s telling me

These thoughts are free

But you will find

You will find

That in due time

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That OH

Don’t you just wonder

How the clouds can fade

They just fade away

And oh

Don’t you just wonder

How life it fades

It just fades away

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It fades away

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Every time I think of her

I fade away

All these people telling me

Move this way

What the fuck is wrong with you

He will say

You’re head is tucked in clouds

But I’m OK

Then again

And again

Love I will send

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But OH

Don’t you just wonder

How the clouds can fade

They just fade away

And oh

Don’t you just wonder

How life it fades

It just fades away

5 am grabs me

Posted on March 8, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

Very informal late night ramble. Drove from 8:30 am until 5 am and this is basically where my mind was at. It is crazy how you almost start to hallucinate and you definitely need some time to recover. So here is to late night, cheers!

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5 a.m. grabs me

not asleep yet

soon

maybe

probably not

the skies lift a heavy fog

from evening shoulders

passing lines

and green street signs

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late night

driving all around

better prop up these eyelids

so they had not fall down

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the next day is no better

wake up late

in somewhat of a lucid state

but 5 a.m will take some time

to recover

my mind works slow

slower on those days

it stumbles through

with a velvet glaze

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my eyes bloodshot

all around

last night was late

and there is still a ringing sound

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i muster up the courage to write

let the words fall and thoughts take flight

i feel alright as my muscles warm

to poetry I return

with no care for content or form

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that is where I stop

as vision blurring mind distort

better put the pen down

on days like today

it is best

to keep it short

Damn these Grocery Isles

Posted on March 4, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

I was left in turmoil, searching for croutons at the local grocery mart. I have found that you can not find simple croutons – by simple croutons I mean the real toasted bread stuff for salads – not the overly chemically treated flavor enhancing shit. I will pass on that. But who am I anyways just some major corporations test rat? Well here is to you corporate USA, and your bullshit croutons.

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Damn these grocery isles

Full of shit

For miles and miles

High fructose, maltodextrin, and corn syrup

Oh the additives

When it comes to mind

My soul is stripped of superlatives

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All the great fields and planes

This is the food we eat

To fill our bellies

With such great disdain

Chemically induced sudden pain

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Full of hydrogenated oil

The corporations want more money

They save a penny

Wrapping it in foil

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Up and down I walk

No one to ask

I don’t even want to talk

I am filled with bitter remorse

For what people will by

For the main course

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Of course there are options

Not when it comes to croutons

Croutons

No?

I want some so

Filled to the brim with MSG

Forbidden additives to sustain shelf life

And the bottom line

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The corporate mission

Corporate moguls feed me shit

While in 5 star restaurants they sit

Shit

In skyscrapers

Content and careful the scheme they run

The paychecks they are sent

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It is $30 tonight

A couple of items

I will move on and write in a poem

Because that is the only way

For me

To forget ’em

Political Constipation

Posted on March 4, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This is a poem inspired by the absolute ridiculousness of political grid lock. I care not for a side and for no person – but for the overall lack of enthusiasm to work as a whole unit. In a way that the body can only truly function if it all works together. I am not sure where all of this shit is going to take us, but my optimism is waning. I wrote this as much for the humor as for the literal sense. I tried to capture the disgust for which I feel
for the current situation. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but I enjoyed trying! Enjoy!

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Upon us is The Great Sequestration!

Ode to the amazing political constipation!

This is no nation of procrastination and indignation!

But rather a great land

Of sensation and flirtation

With capitalism

And now possible stagnation!

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The political bowel filled with dense matter

And the while the belly of the great nation

Grows fatter and fatter

But who really wants to ask

What is the matter?

Surely it can’t be

An infection of the bladder

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It is the anus

Filled and discontent

No one wants to work

To lift the great clog

The almighty circumvent!

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To move past political lines

Dine of much higher fair, politicians

The real moving kind

The sledge of procrastination

Must be cast into the toilet bowl

Worry not if it will over flow

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It is time for change

Of the diet we consume

Must surely change

Grow and support

Greater endeavors

But it can not be just some broke ass poet

Who can be oh so clever

Ask yourself today

What are you willing to do for tomorrow

To cast away this fowl sorrow

To stitch the times that have grown to divide

And I will surely be

On your side

Pajama Celebrity

Posted on March 1, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This is written out of my bewilderment for my generations obsessions with themselves. I may be a part of the problem too – I am still trying to understand it all. I really tried to focus on the use of “me” and “I” in this poem and how the demeanor changes drastically into the last line of the poem. From a sense of self discovery to a tone of demand and control – which is what seems to happen to people obsessed with this idea of a self made celebrity. All of this is going on and it begs the question what is the overall purpose of this shit.

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You mean even I can be a celebrity?

Take a couple pictures and soon you will see

That all this media can focus on just you and me

But what about all the people

Filling up the tabloid pages

Worry you must not now

They are gone with the ages

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Just hit this button and post it online

It can’t hurt it seems like a fun time

A sign that reads something funny

A dog

A cat

Doing something witty

Such a low cost to pay

For such a pretty kitty

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You mean even I can be a celebrity?

I can have the entire world revolve around me

Me the center and others revolving

I don’t care if no ones problem I am solving

As long as I fulfill the constant desire

The feelings will make me move higher and higher

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When I get up to high must I get down?

I like the view up here I just look around

What is the real point of this all anyways?

I am going to exploit the shit out of it

I take advantage while it pays

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Cause yeah

Even now I can be a celebrity

Wear crowned jewels into obscurity

Where the world revolves around me

What I say and what I do

I might even try to persuade you

Into believing that there is more here

That just a silly little kitty

That is why I am sitting pretty

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Turn on the computer and say my piece

Might even do it wearing my favorite fleece

Pajama bottoms and rocking out

This is really what I am all about

The camera now loves me with all respect

Forget about leaving my ego in check

Cause all this pride has got me feeling good

Now sit down and listen like you should

On a lighter note – I have yet to post any songs to my blog. Tomorrow I am going to start by posting a video that I am very happy with and gives a nice introduction to my songwriting. I look forward to that posting it and more videos of songs to come. I hope to have at least 1 post a week that is a song – this blog will keep me working towards that goal. So stay tuned for some fresh tunes 🙂

Jerk of my Emotion

Posted on March 1, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

Dreaming of a luscious tropical escape – in the midst of a cold spell in the midwest. It was fun to escape the mind to this place, only to be pulled back to the bittersweet Indiana town. Never the less indulge yourself for just a couple of moments – read it twice for a return to your escape and then pull yourself back and feel refreshed – i think… Enjoy!

Pushing and pulling

Twisting and moving

All these parts around

The feelings burst from corners

Onlooking

Stomach churning wide

Open mouths yearning for life

Sliding in spaces

Hands holding their places

While fists beat upon chests

The feelings melt around

Filling valley’s under pressure building

Eyes bustling hoping to discover light and air

Yet there is just the simple sound

Of an air conditioning running

An elevator moving

A city bus forward thrust

Streets being lashed with rubber

The city blinks in a quiet stutter

Life comes back as quickly as it passes

Staring at the coffee on my glasses

Resting arms and legs on a sofa

My mind will surely not rest until this night is over

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Heartbreak

Why does every song have to be about heartbreak

As though what you say

Has never been said

The book that was written

No one actually read

Or took any time to look it over

Over and over

My stomach turns listening to stale bread

Filling up the holes in my head

With words so light and meaningless

Where is the controversy in all of this

But a love song will sell

It will land you on the charts

That is all you should care for anyway

Get charted make some dough and roll away

I have no appetite for that no calling for swooning

My heart cannot be pulled anymore by this

Songs about how ones hearted is wounded

Do I really have to be relatable and and marketable

At what point does all of this become a song

Whether I seem to have it right or have it wrong

I can debate this question all night long

When my eyelids glue open to ceiling above

There is no point to this all when push comes to shove

The feelings fall like honey down a wilted tree

I used the word honey there

Isn’t that so creative of me

I have no calling for simile or rhyme

I just try to create what I feel I can call mine

A concoction of words so bitter and so timid

Just the flesh of a peach left when it is pitted

Try to make something small everyday

Quick painting of what is going on around me

To look back one day and truly be able to say

The meaning was left in the heart of the words

There truly is no right way

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Elkhart’s Eternal Flame

–

Elkhart’s Eternal Flame

Lights my mind up every time

Drives me insane

The heap of garbage burning bright

The smell that seeps out

Lets you know something’s not right

Trash carving it’s way in Midwest trees

Coming from all over the land

From the mountains and the seas

Landfills in Indiana seem to run a plenty

Follow your nose and you will find

One, two, and oh so many

As with all trash it must be disposed

Where exactly it goes

I can’t say anyone really knows

But on a Tuesday night the flame glows