The world spins fast
Waiting for not one
I can only understand
The real mystery within
In my own world
And the world I live in
The World I Live In
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The Smell of 4 below
Ice cubes and fresh cut linens
The smell of 4 below
I need something to warm
My chilled bones
From the crisp belligerent cold
Tiny crackles with gentle steps
An Indiana landscape windswept
I need to get home
This cold assaults you
Felt left alone
In this unbearable cold
Summer’s Corner
I will win
I will lose
Winter rolls in
Laying snow
Over scars soothes
We wait
We correct
Hoping for the best
We wait for summer’s corner
Or head west
We practice
We rehearse
Taking a chance
For no small splash
But a giant burst
I remember
I will win
I will lose
For my growing heart
This is no new
News
Lines on my Skin
Hard work sucks
It beats you up
Tears you down
All the while
The world spins round
The commitment must not waiver
Construction creation and assemble
Hard work makes you stronger
Sunrise sunset
Making you better
With every practice set
It is staying up late
And waking up early
From Thursday to Thursday
Everyday is a workday
It’s opportunity seen
And opportunity taken
No questions asked
No errors mistaken
Hard work wakes you up
And keeps you up
The competition grinds
While you fill your cup
With more coffee to keep going
Never stop
Never slowing
It frustrates and confuses
Engages and amuses
This is what I have learned about hard work
So when you shake my hand
In my eyes you look
The lines in my skin
I have earned
With every opportunity I took
Christmas Morning Commute
Cold air on sheltered skin
Slow sunrise and morning skies
Christmas
Baking goods
Flour and eggs
Bells singing
House creaking
The more I grow
I realize
As we get comfortable
The world gets ready
For change
Life in Advance
Can we see the desire of a man
Through the filter of our own eyes
If we can
Than we should offer hope
Help
Understand
That life is never simple
Easy
Or perfect
We must offer our best
To try and see
Through less filtered lenses
Dispensing love for no gain
Again and again
This is the ultimate challenge for us
To not judge at first glance
But at every chance
Give love
To all those in need
Pay it forward
Live life in advance
Carnival of Waste
Nothing disappointed me in music this year more than the claim or title that somehow Kayne West was the new Dylan. I needed to vent on this one.
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It’s all about the hoes and the clothes
Songs about what others drove
Sipping crystal and shitting gold
That is what the new preacher told
My generation defined by such vanity
This new rhyme and rhythm
Isn’t what it used to be
Everyone singing about the “me”
How to satisfy oneself
Whether it be blatant
Or stealth
If Kayne is the new Dylan
Rolling up in a Bentley of Crimson
I will disown my own soul
If this is the price that must be tolled
For such vanity and glutton cannot be forgiven
Every single talent that is given
Should be taken away
Rather than wasted
Dylan sang for a generation
Calling awareness and action
Now all I hear is bullshit
Shooting gun
Pleasure the only “one”
To the ultimate satisfaction
I have no time for this carnival of waste
This recycled culture
Of copy and paste
I have no allegiance to this self-serving leader
Kayne no Jesus
And me no Peter
He defines no time
He is prolific poet
Not a single humble feature
Pathetic
It is to waste with such vigor
With chains of gold
Top down in the middle of winter
My frustration with my own generation
Giving golden crowns to those
With self views of inflation
I will not adhere to any of your calls
Forget your pitiful attempts to write your name
On history’s walls
I am not your follower and others say too
What you say does not reflect
In the things you do
No wishes for a brighter future
All the brightness taken
With your own scalpel and suture
So I willfully deny you of this title
Makes me sick if I just stayed idle
Kayne is no Dylan
That I know today
I will not change anything with words
But I said
What I needed to say
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
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Just finished launching my new official website. It will be the hub for all of my poetry, music, ideas, and other material. I am not going to be moving or changing anything about my poetry blog – I just want to link it up with some other material. Please come on back and visit often! Cheers -N
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