Wishing for Paris
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The Dreamer of No Dream
For the dreamers in the world
Who have no dream
Who own the tug boat
With it, no steam
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For the wonderers
Hoping for all the good
This world can bring
But to afraid to sing
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Living life out on the edge
For nothing more
Than a simple pleasure
Their life to give
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I ponder these wondering souls
They wonder the streets
Never quite up
Never quite down
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The careless attitude they possess
No thought for the formal
No trial for scrutiny
No firm contra success
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I am grinning as I write
About this loving souls
They have no lingering care
As their bodies grow old
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I hope that I posses such traits
Striving for life and its blessings
With no crudeness for advantage
Happiness truly is the ultimate bandage
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I am lifted by simple smiles
The thought of easy hearts brings me back
The dreamer of no dream
Is quite more sophisticated than it seams
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So here is to the wanders
I hope you find what you seek
Your heart is happy
And your adversaries’ weak
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Here is to you
Keep the dream alive and well
So one day
Your story you can tell
The Grand Piano
Touching these keys
Learning the ropes
Can never quite know
If I will ever own a Grand Piano
No complaints
Simple observations
Over one late night practice
A good evening of contemplation
The keyboard is the working mans way
Not sure why
I thought about all the notes I have known
How they come and go
They are the only notes I hold
Hold them close
As the time rolls
And the money shrinks and grows
Falling in and out of my life
But the piano is a constant for me
Beckoning just a simple practice
Rehearsal for the future
But I will never own
One of those
Grand Pianos
Was not my life choice
Money was never my motivation
The crazy life of a musician
That full of life sensation
Wondering around our great nation
Playing for an ear that will listen
And notice
All the notes that flow out of my soul
Unnoticed
While content minds sip on sodas
At the bar where the piano sits
No one gives a shit about it
The grand piano
That I can play
But never own
A musician
On call waiting
Sitting on their phone
No I will never own that Grand Piano
Or a suit to go with it
I will own my songs and my life
And all that is in it
For a short time
A stint some say
Then in time it is all taken away
So in the end I need no Grand Piano
Its not mine to own
I will learn and learn from it
It will become a true friend
But in the end
When the lights are off
Both the piano and I know
I will never own
This Grand Piano
Back at the Wheel
So life has been pretty crazy for me over the past couple of weeks. Took some time off to get married and throw one of the most amazing receptions I have ever been a part of. The day was just simply amazing and it taught me a lot about myself, life, and my purpose. I am very thankful to be back trying to resume my poetry blog and discovery. I hope that I am able to give some new insights into where I am at currently in my life and continue to grow in my exploration of words, meanings, rhymes, and rhythms. Cheers -Nate
Farewell and Hello
The day is coming
Finally is here
The barn is ready
The placemats set
Church is waiting
A place to reflect
To set out on a new life
Sail a new ocean
To bid farwell to me
As I once new it
And greet the new
With Hello
I cannot longer hold my past
As it to constrict time
And my future
I go forward brave
Rejuvenated to make life
Work
To work for a new purpose
To shed fear and doubt
To go certainly on a new route
I spend my last days as a bachelor
Reflecting on what I have done
In a short few days
My total will be greater
Than just one
So I sit here peaceful
Hopeful
And quiet
Letting inspiration run
From inception in my brain
To my heart
Through my veins
Down my arms
And out of my fingers
I write
Of how life is going to be different
For better and for worse
Sickness and health
But I am ready for this great challenge
To take up the old me
And move to greater heights
Where I can see new potential
Growing
Going somewhere I do not know
Into the future I will walk
With my feet touching gently
On the ground below
Spent my Last 5 Bucks
Spent my last five bucks
Not quite sure how I am going to get back
Evening lunch and quite pack
I am thinking of you
That is what helps me get through
The rough times that we have faced
Here and there
Not everyday is like today
But on someday’s I am left
With little to no change
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Spent my last five bucks
Times have gotten to be hard
River drying up
The spool has no more yarn
I cannot help but wonder
How we can make it through
Change in my hand
In my jean pocket
Of faded blue
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Spent my last five bucks
Paychecks distance themselves
Somewhere in Michigan
Off of the old state road
North of the line
Making my way back home
I get back in the car and breathe
Some music will help the fear ease
On a summer day in late August
This is what I see
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Spent my last five bucks
Grabbing some gas and food
You will make it all alright
I will be back home soon
The Municipal Gym
Get the coffee on
It’s 5 am
People stagger in on a Monday
Ready to stretch and begin again
Bob is 80 staying strong
The cop benches to keep the bad boys back
Jim is on steroids just looking to get big
While the lady at the desk checks us all in
Rosa is working hard to tone her legs
While Richard is there to chat
The morning due rolls back
While Jim makes sure to keep his back flat
Sam is on the bike getting ready for the next triathlon
While the ex con is working the weights all day long
Me I am just waking up
Weary eyes and strained
Looking at all the faces that look the same
This is a morning in the municipal gym
In south bend
All in all we are just working to stay thin
On a brisk Monday morning in August p
Uncertainty Reigns
Not much on plans
Wish I knew more
About the future
But no such certainty exists
I just hope to survive
Make it through the next week alive
No complaints from me
This is my life to be
I own it and know it well
It makes it no easier
I get asked all the same questions
With all the lack of answers
Some nights are better than others
Some are rough and long
Try to do my best in song
And poetry keep me sane
Challenging the mind and the brain
I hope to create
Rather than destroy
That is the goal
In the end to give back
Rather than take away
And for a late Friday night
That is all I have to say
Goodnight
Another Day
Another day
Another poem
Today I wonder what has held me back in life
The fear of something that does not exist
The fear of falling somewhere I can not
I can no longer have these fears control my heart
I must control me
That is truly what must be
For me to grow and develop
Into what can be
What should be
Rather than what can not
I must forget the past
Create a new future
Not controlled by fears or constraints
For what I believed became my reality
This real world defined me
It is time for a sea change
The salty breeze on the shoulder of the new me
This is where I will now live
Free from fear and darkness
Full of life and adventure
That is the real me
Early Morning Recital
Early morning practiced
With weary eyes
Touching keys and strings
Pulling myself together
To remember these things
Everyday is a challenge
Begging for more focus
To read the notes on the staff
Making new notes memory
Memory becomes music
And muscles play there part too
The mind weakens with coffee and time
Moving slow but gaining speed
This is the recital I need
To play for my ears and eyes
This is the musician life
