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What is
Memories tied up in strings
Wood, picks, saddles, and tuners
Plastic and brittle
My mind wanders around the bracing
Through the saddle and what I am facing
What is holding these memories
Why do I hold them true
The memories are not captured in these
Rather in the simple thought of them
Memories come back
Slap me in the face on Wednesday morning
Overwhelming me with no warning
What is it that I try to keep
That I feel I must take
These plastic distractions forsake
Asking me for a place to stay
Asking in a moment forever
and not knowing where to begin
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In the end it is just a collection of
Wood, pick, saddles, and tuners
It is nothing more
Nothing less
The Get Well Party that Never Happened
Recently my fiance had someone that she knew pass away from cancer – relatively unexpectedly. She had been making progress up until her passing. My fiance talked about how they were scheming to come up with a date that we could have a get well party for her and play music for her and her family. The unforturnate reality set in that this party was never going to happen. A pretty stark realization. Here is a poem in memory of anyone who has lost or is losing someone to cancer. Don’t ever give up the fight and have a memorable day.
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The get well party that never happened
There is no reason for this
No rhyme or solution
Just the thought left with no resolution
My mind wanders what could have been
Scenes of a different story play through my head
What could have been changed
What could have been said
No answers come lightly
Or easy
Or quick
Sometimes your body cannot fight anymore
When it get too sick
Cancer
That is what took her before her time
It has no care or concern for anyone
Injecting itself into anything at anytime
Without a notification
Not even a sign
That is why moments must be taken with happiness
You never quite know
When it may be your last
When you plan the get well party
But it never happens
We must live in honor of those who have passed on
Remember them in the morning
And with the falling sun
Keep them in our hearts and minds at night
Because in the end
It is the love
That makes you feel alright
It Takes Time to See It
This is a poem about spending time with my dad. I have always looked up to my dad for inspiration and hope. He is the longest surviving kidney transplant patient in the world. He has taken every moment for what it is worth and made the best of it – and he has done a fine job. So this is about a day spent with him. Enjoy!
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Late at night when words run thin
Have to think back to the day again
A warm spring day spent with my father
I would not spend it any other way
Never seem to be enough of these days
Wind whipping around from every corner
Making you wish it was just a tad bit warmer
Laughing and talking making it easy
Somehow we would forget it was breezy
Talk about life simple and complex
Where life was going
Where we were headed next
Taking every moment in stride enjoying it thoroughly
Turn the phone off forget about texts
Enjoy the sunlight when it peaked through
Always feeling more to talk about
Somehow I can’t ever seem to get the right question out
In his company I have found peace
I cannot thank him enough for all he has done
He has looked out for me and protected his son
Pushing me to go far in life
Never settle for second best
He never spoke much of working hard or commitment
He just lived it
Everyday walking the continuous line of example
Making it so his actions spoke ample
Amounts about his character and his being
I never learned from hearing
Only from seeing
So inspiration tonight when the words run thin
Comes from a man and I his kin
For inspiration I reflect and I sit
Yet it happens right in front of me
It just takes time for me to see it
5 am grabs me
Very informal late night ramble. Drove from 8:30 am until 5 am and this is basically where my mind was at. It is crazy how you almost start to hallucinate and you definitely need some time to recover. So here is to late night, cheers!
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5 a.m. grabs me
not asleep yet
soon
maybe
probably not
the skies lift a heavy fog
from evening shoulders
passing lines
and green street signs
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late night
driving all around
better prop up these eyelids
so they had not fall down
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the next day is no better
wake up late
in somewhat of a lucid state
but 5 a.m will take some time
to recover
my mind works slow
slower on those days
it stumbles through
with a velvet glaze
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my eyes bloodshot
all around
last night was late
and there is still a ringing sound
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i muster up the courage to write
let the words fall and thoughts take flight
i feel alright as my muscles warm
to poetry I return
with no care for content or form
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that is where I stop
as vision blurring mind distort
better put the pen down
on days like today
it is best
to keep it short
Damn these Grocery Isles
I was left in turmoil, searching for croutons at the local grocery mart. I have found that you can not find simple croutons – by simple croutons I mean the real toasted bread stuff for salads – not the overly chemically treated flavor enhancing shit. I will pass on that. But who am I anyways just some major corporations test rat? Well here is to you corporate USA, and your bullshit croutons.
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Damn these grocery isles
Full of shit
For miles and miles
High fructose, maltodextrin, and corn syrup
Oh the additives
When it comes to mind
My soul is stripped of superlatives
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All the great fields and planes
This is the food we eat
To fill our bellies
With such great disdain
Chemically induced sudden pain
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Full of hydrogenated oil
The corporations want more money
They save a penny
Wrapping it in foil
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Up and down I walk
No one to ask
I don’t even want to talk
I am filled with bitter remorse
For what people will by
For the main course
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Of course there are options
Not when it comes to croutons
Croutons
Croutons
No?
I want some so
Filled to the brim with MSG
Forbidden additives to sustain shelf life
And the bottom line
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The corporate mission
Corporate moguls feed me shit
While in 5 star restaurants they sit
Shit
In skyscrapers
Content and careful the scheme they run
The paychecks they are sent
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It is $30 tonight
A couple of items
I will move on and write in a poem
Because that is the only way
For me
To forget ’em
Political Constipation
This is a poem inspired by the absolute ridiculousness of political grid lock. I care not for a side and for no person – but for the overall lack of enthusiasm to work as a whole unit. In a way that the body can only truly function if it all works together. I am not sure where all of this shit is going to take us, but my optimism is waning. I wrote this as much for the humor as for the literal sense. I tried to capture the disgust for which I feel
for the current situation. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but I enjoyed trying! Enjoy!
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Upon us is The Great Sequestration!
Ode to the amazing political constipation!
This is no nation of procrastination and indignation!
But rather a great land
Of sensation and flirtation
With capitalism
And now possible stagnation!
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The political bowel filled with dense matter
And the while the belly of the great nation
Grows fatter and fatter
But who really wants to ask
What is the matter?
Surely it can’t be
An infection of the bladder
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It is the anus
Filled and discontent
No one wants to work
To lift the great clog
The almighty circumvent!
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To move past political lines
Dine of much higher fair, politicians
The real moving kind
The sledge of procrastination
Must be cast into the toilet bowl
Worry not if it will over flow
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It is time for change
Of the diet we consume
Must surely change
Grow and support
Greater endeavors
But it can not be just some broke ass poet
Who can be oh so clever
Ask yourself today
What are you willing to do for tomorrow
To cast away this fowl sorrow
To stitch the times that have grown to divide
And I will surely be
On your side
A Cup of Songwriting 