Don’t Be Shy
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Gave up the Bible for Cable TV
Gave up the bible for cable TV
This is the new frontier
The world of technology
Left the bookmarks
Of Plato to watch
Human tornadoes
Control the airwaves
Contradict reason
I sit wishin’
It did not have to be this way
Yet it is
–
I found solice in long days
Filling up my hours
So many different ways
Taking time off to play golf
Spending hours on long walks
There is static in the channel
Its plain as day
Misty white and foggy gray
I walk wishin’
It did not have to be this way
Yet it is
–
The disconnect began
And years rolled by
With the TV on loud
No one ever heard the cry
Or laughter of babies born
Rather left motherless
Just a thought thereafter
This is technology
Sophistication for you and me
I sit wishin’
It did not have to be this way
Yet it is
My Soul is Erect
The life of disconnect
Has my soul erect
Looking for reasons
To get away
To find different ways
To say the same story
–
No glory to be found
Disconnected from connection
No collection of pictures
Framed on painted walls
Full of feelings and emotions
–
Understanding is key
As to why it lingers on
Linger gently yet bold
Continuing with a life on hold
This soul demands more
More of me
More time more frustrations
More rhymes
–
I give every last sentence
A finishing touch
To hope that the connection
Begins and ends
With one word
One thought one phrase
This is the space
Upon which my soul lays
Vomit your Ignorance
Everything has changed around us
Except the people that surround us
Sounding off their discontent alarms
While holding out a cold arm
To wish us well
So they can go behind and tell
That they silently disapprove
Of every single move
And create a story they can sell
To any poor ear they can tell
This ignorance is vomited
From every last drip they spew
To them I say
Farewell “Good Friends”
I must bid you adieu
Look Mom – I am in Last Place!
Well I got started a little late. But I know that if I put my followers of my blog on it… We will take this thing by storm!! Well… I think… haha 😉 I just put this together for fun as a way to document some of my work over the past couple of months. Needless to say – I am proud of it. Thanks for being there with me – and here is to many more poems songs and moments! Cheers!
Corporate Greed
Corporate Greed
Wants
to feed me
A GMO
I said NO
–
Belly swollen with chemicals
Repulsed by
Shriveled testicles
They can keep their damn GMO’s
Welcoming Arm
Never seen nothing like this before
Everyone running around
A man lays lifeless on the ground
Not sure who he was
Or where he was from
On the streets of South Bend
Under a cool autumn sun
The cops came up
Looking to keep him breathing
Not much was happening
I could see then
I was in my car
They were on the street
I have no skills to save lives
A subtle feeling of defeat
A man on the street laid out
Long grey hair
Khaki trousers
I could see what was happening
In a few days loved one will bring flowers
To put to rest this loved soul
I do not know him
And never will
But I am sure he has a great story to tell
He may have been a wanderer
Or a businessman
A plumber
Or a musician
His shoes worn in and worker brown
The paramedics rushed in
While others gathered around
I was struck with emotion
As the scene unfolded
No wife with him
Or a hand for holdin’
There he lay lifeless
All I do is ask the good lord to bless
This man and either deliver him safely
Back into this world unharmed
Or greet him at the doors of heaven
With a welcoming arm
God speed dear friend
Sun Bleached Dashboards
Oh Florida
I need those palm trees
And that warm humid breeze
The salt waters on the gulf
Even the tourists have forgotten
That even at oceans bottom
Smooth sands of Florida
Will remain to be
Those hot days with no reprieve
Sun bleached dashboards
The geriatric community agrees
That on a warm summers night
In September
We await the cool fall eaves of late November
And that is what Florida will always remain to me
2 Dollar Barefoot Friend
My 2 dollar barefoot friend
Say’s don’t forget the gift he sent
I don’t give these away cheap
For this gift I give you now
Was once mine to keep
Is the best I have to offer
Not much monetary
All my pockets could carry
With no shoes on my feet
Keeping my limbs clean
Not a requirement
A choice rather
To stay simple and connected
So on bare feet I stand
Resurrected
He imparted simple knowledge
With a gift of simple patronage
In a coffee house with steam buzzing
People talking
Computer keys chirping
My 2 dollar barefoot friend stood standing
Connected to the ground
In a way so organic and true
His motivation true
Eyes keen on anti-convention
Somehow he felt more alive
With a true world connection
As the night got late he carried on
I went my way he went his
But his two dollar bill
Was his gift to give
And the simplicity of
A barefoot connection
A Cup of Songwriting 