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2 minus a fraction may disagree
But when they do it is fun to see
That not all can be made happy
Some look for reasons to drag
The anger out in life
To take the butter knife
Make it a weapon of bitter strife
Looking for something to complain about
Dreading the look of the new round about
The feelings build in their soul
Calling from the depths of the cold
To push anger out of their teeth
Lips clenched tight
Holding on to every breath
Taking time to announce and renounce
Passing the baton for the test
To other people infected with this anger
They inflict on others
Knowing no stranger
There is nothing stranger
Then the subtle complaint
Of what was good
Must be forced upon bad
The cashier checks me out with both hands
Asking if I would like cash in hand
I respond with a whimper
Not quite sure she could hear
But I count my change and remember
That life is much easier
If you can control that temper
The Sweet Smell of Rejection
Nothing like the sweet smell of rejection in the morning
To receive the call an early warning
Its not the right fit but I wish you the best
But if you had to receive a grade you failed the test
Refreshed I see it in a morning sigh
No more than a simple rejuvenating sign
That more must be done to push forward
No looking back or retracting your hand
Giving my best out there I cannot look back
The evening lines have been drawn in the sand
Take a breath and begin again
This will seem to happen every now and again
I take it as a compliment
That the successful plans have been laid
I will not give into some cheap demands
To jump at their will fall upon their command
People look for something to fill their own void
All the while they hold stiff while creativity is destroyed
Looking for something to replace the old
Will make the fillers seem out of place and cold
Wet and waiting on the driveway of replacement
Taking what just comes along seems way to complacent
They want someone who will fit the mold
Casting away the unique and the wanderers
The fearless and the bold
For someone who does not mind to grow mold
Upon their creative gears and will simply listen to their peers
Me that I am not and surely never will be
What will ever become of me I guess I will wait and see
As for now I am content on my bed of worthlessness
It does not fear me to be alone out here calling
Much better than rich and my creative mind mauling me
I recluse back to come back stronger
Eager to fight again
Rejection is nothing more
Than a reason to start again
The Daily Routine
Ah the challenge of keeping creativity alive in my life. As I am pulled to try and sell the art and the creations that have already occurred. It is hard sometimes to step back and try and let the creative juices be heard. So I sat down to try and document my daily routine of keeping creativity alive in my life. So here it is – enjoy!
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The daily routine
Wake up in the morning
Make sure to exercise
Work out the arms and the thighs
Get back and get cleaned up
Got to write and practice
Keep the routine up
3 or four hours later
I now sit at the compu-tater
Life’s lines complex yet defined
I make this no place to wine
Letting go on paper what must be done
Seemed like a good idea
Challenging and fun
Poems must be constructed daily
This challenges what I have to say
About beauty, art, and the progress of today
The challenge is not to conform
But to set a new aggressive norm
Creativity must be engaged often
Or else the course muscles will soften
Decay and leave your soul
Looking for someone else to enroll
The creative spirit can be fleeting and gone
So I must capture these spirits in songs
Poems, writings, and other means
Or else I will be left with nothing
Creativity gone and no job to boot
I look pretty bad now in a business suit
Full of aspirations are these writings
Even though my mind is rattled with distractions
I must be real and stay ahead
Better off here trying
Than creativity dead
Swollen Hands
Her heart has more love to give
Then I’ll ever know
Her heart has more love to give
And she’s growing old
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Time can harden your heart
Break you apart
And turn it into sand
With weary eyes
And weathered lines
No one would understand
These eyes see the world
Felt the knife slide through
Her swollen hand
Call the birds
Forget yourself
Put your ambitions on the shelf
No way to live
Don’t ask but give
Breeding nothing but bitterness within
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This heart has more love to give
Then I’ll ever know
This heart has more love to give
And we are growing old
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When things get bad around you
Walls falling down too
I know what she’ll do
She will start again
With some new friends
A new life so far from the bends
Make her way
Cutting off the slack
Far away and never looking back
Then one day
She will turn and say
Things were never quite the same
She will know
That in her soul
Pain fades but never grows old
Ambles
Late night rambles
turning my mind into scrambles
leaving me in shambles
It is terrible
I am tired
It is late
Why do I put off sleep
procrastinate
prolongate
something that should be shortened
to a simple task
the computer breathes for me
keeps me going
all this and no real knowing
if it really does anything at all
my mind is scrambled
and my eyelids are about to fall
My Soul Thaw
I am literally thawing out from such a frigid winter this year. 80 degrees and 100 humidity never felt so good. I am glad that summer has decided to show up for a couple of months. We will see how long it lasts. I hope that you are enjoying the beginning days of your summer also. I hope it is a great time of year! Cheers!
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Summer bursts greens and blues
Humidity warming things up in a misty hue
The sun heats up the ground below
Finally I can feel my soul thaw
Come out from a chilling sleep within
Crackling of birds let you know summer is near
I can see it and feel it in the air
Of a summer morning and evening light
All the hot wind got me feeling alright
Mulch and grass clippings remind me
Of growing up on the farm
Taking care of the horses and dogs
Long days
Hours spent
Working to keep the farm up and running
In those days sweat ran fast
When the sun was shining
Brining me back to today
As the sun shines away
Giving life to a lifeless canvas
Bringing back the feeling of senses
This is summer
Thank god for it’s coming
Just seeing people outside sunning
Lady’s looking fine in skirts and linens
Reminds me of what I love about summer
Its carefree reminder of what is great
Simple yet joyful
Thank God summer is here
In Germany
What an amazing first experience in Europe we had in Gera, Germany. I posted a video yesterday and have really been moved by the entire experience. It was a culture that was physically speaking very close to mine – but mentally a completely different place. I really enjoyed the simple appreciation for beauty and respect for the earth. Of course we have this in the States but in a different way. I was inspired and here are some of my thoughts. Cheers.
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The Simple beauty of time gone by
Life lived in a lullaby
Not as pretty or so fancy
There is no real need
Amidst these hills and far away
I have learned of beauty this way
I can see right now the beauty
Today
A sunset falling sleepy over green hills
I feel connected to the evening still
The air brushes gently on my face
Evening crisp cool embrace
Houses gardens touching holding
The earth below blessing bestowing
The best of what mother earth can give
Keep it simple
This is no live preserved
This night is the live lived
Far away from my comfort and home
A long distance I have roamed
To this place in Germany
On the eastern border
Where nature is taken seriously
Treated with gentle care
The birds sing out
Over the mountains over thereThrough the allies and into townThe birds calls fall quiet to the city soundPeople moving slow enjoying the sceneLike no other place I have been Amidst a new culture A beautiful new faceI have come to nowThis is a truly moving place
The Rapid Eye Movement
Europe is so amazing. I have found it challenging to slow my mind down. It is probably a mixture of the jet lag, new languages, and sheer beauty of this place. It is completely new and intriguing. The landscapes are amazing and the stories and history that go with them are simply too much for my mind to wrap around. It is going to take some time to soak it all in. From Paris – Cheers!
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All this beauty
All the color
All the tradition
My mind is wandering
Through words unknown and foreign
I try to slow
The rapid eye movement
Creeping faster and faster
Moving quicker and quicker
Around towers and bells
Through fields and mountains
Pools and lanterns
Brick streets and orange glow
These are where my thoughts go
When people are speaking
My lack of understanding
There is no way of having my mind
Make a soft landing
Until I rest at night
Thoughts slow
And slow
Slow
Off I am
To sleep
Just let my mind go
The Shortest Night of My Life
A simple writing from my experience in the air over Leipzig, Germany. I have never flown across the ocean, but it surely was an amazing experience – you never get to experience it for a first time again – so I wanted to document it. So now we are in Germany and having a wonderful time. I hope to keep the blog up to date with new experiences and stories. I am sure this trip will give me a lot to say. All the best and enjoy – Cheers!
A Cup of Songwriting 