Angles

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The angle upon which a sword is thrust

Through someone’s flesh

Can be the definitive conclusion to one

Or a tear from which you can recover

It can mean life

Or it could mean death

The angle of which a ball can bounce

Will be the deciding factor

Whether it will come back

Or roll away

The angle of a fall

Can either break the bone

Or bruise the skin

The angle of basketball shot

Can come up short

Or be perfected for the win

The angle is the most important aspect

Of these finite decisions

So it should be of no surprise

That when I can see evil in ones eyes

With hearts left out cold

Their mind has to arrest and wrangle

For I must understand these souls

Attack others from such a devious angle

Striking Words

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It is with few words

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

I must paint many lines

So that a story can be told

 

Chimps of Legality

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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

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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

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If Not for Perfection

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I wish not for perfection

Rather somewhere

At the intersection

Of preparation

And the continuation

Of ones course

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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

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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

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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

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The Eternal Mindset

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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