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TV’s On
Late night at the Italian joint
we sit tired and staring
talking about how we are
going to make our lives
work
6 tv’s blaring telling us what to think
Next I am easily distracted
by the compact box
lighting the room
the food is good and will do
but as for me and you
it has been 10 years in the making
no more waiting
we are going to make our move
but for now in this vacant little resteraunt
we enjoy each other
even with the tv’s on
Summer Rain
Summer rain falls mid day
filling the pavements
washing dead bugs and twigs away
cascading on grass so needy
pulling it beneath the earth
taking its fill and nothing greedy
grass blades bend soft with water pose
hoping that the sun will keep it live on loan
but the cloud has filled with pulled cotten clean
billowing the small stacks of steam
I sit and wander
how the world rejoices in summer thunder
for me under the roof i sit and watch
that water falls to the ground
filling the parched holes in the earth
with a simple pitter patter
the wonderful summer sound
The River is Swollen
Up in Fargo, ND there is some serious flooding going on – in Chicago too. I scribbled this together with Siri on the 16 hour drive home. Enjoy.
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The river is swollen.
Fargo fields are flooding overflowing
with water and run off
falling from the sky filling the fields 3 feet high.
Taking turns to throw sandbags to hold the river back.
The water collects the fields and dirt and turns brown and black.
While the snowflakes fall fast and crash on the pavement.
Painting the fields and streets White a revealing statement.
But the river water will not turn from our abatement
Flowin and rolling through the Fields
Making its way
While the water doubles it’s yields.
There is no shield from this water
flowing it just pushes its way wherever it’s going.
Because when the Fargo fields are flooding it’s as serious as can be.
When the fields are full and the animals flee.
What to do with the river now is up to you and me.
The Young Working Class
A late evening in Chicago. Had a nice time enjoying some drinks and laughs with friends. Hope you enjoy. Cheers!
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The young working class
Service industry of Chicago Illinois
Sparse light in a dim bar
Conversation flounder and puff
Into inaudible crackle
Faces gleaming orange and yellow
Filled with powder and fluff
Men reclining willfully to distant music
Irrelevant and monotonous
Pushing eardrums back and forth
Jaws pumping laughter heralding
Anger dispensing
Question asking
Bar tender looking for connecting eyes
Asking quickly for a drink
Tip jar sitting silent yet demanding
Women relax on sofas talking about dinner and evening plans
I am but a witness to these thing
On a late Friday night
In Chicago Illinois
Video Shoot
Image
Wonder
Video
This is a song about how my mind seems to wonder at all times. I have a very curious personality – and I feel this song really captures the way I feel sometimes. Enjoy!
Great Nostalgia – 13 Years Ago
Tonight post is short and sweet. We just rocked out at a sweet house party in Downtown South Bend the night before our big show here in the bend for St Paddy’s Day. I am kinda wiped out – but I will give it my best. I am feeling a little nostalgic because I realized that tomorrow will be our biggest performance in South Bend ever and I have been playing in the bend for 13 years!!! Holy shit! I played my first show when I was 15, my mom dropped me off at a local coffee house called “Higher Grounds” in DT South Bend. It was an amazing show and now tomorrow I will be on stage in front of 8,000+ crazy to look back at the journey – and funny how life works. But I am super excited – a poem will be written post show to summarize the feelings and emotions. For some reason word press is not letting me space correctly so this will be read by using commas (not for grammatical purpose)
All the chatter, Play it this way and what is the matter, Chords still ring out, I cling to this guitar like a mad hatter, I have seen many a shops open and close, Sang them a song before they had to dispose, Of all their assets and move out of town, Kinda sad to think that I would never again see them around, This town or any other for that matter, People have come and gone, Some great inspirations, Some not so much, But in some meaningful way it was my life that they touched, I think back with great nostalgia to the first show posters, My life since those first days has been nothing short of a great roller coaster, I have now traveled from coast to coast, I have found places I loved the least and the most, With my guitar I have traveled, I say this not to boast, My humble beginnings playing in Coffee shops to onlookers playing chess, I did not have a fabulous voice, I can honestly say that I gave it my best, Only 15 looking for a grand time, Little did I know that love and a calling I would find, Years went by, I continued to play, I tried to give it a little something just about everyday, Then music led me to my love, She landed in my life as gentle as a dove, She would sing I would play, Anywhere and we did not worry about pay, 10 years have gone by since then, I can not believe it has already been 10, Now we get to play on a much great stage, I guess you could say that we have turned the page, From the empty coffee houses to people packed in, I used to know this city when the music scene was thin, Now it is robust and growing, Songs are being written, People now create great art, I am humbled to think that I played just a small part, I hope South Bend continues to grow, What it will become in ten years nobody really knows, To do my part I will just continue to pick up my guitar sing and play, I hope for the best for this city one day, Wishing it the best on this St. Patrick’s Day.
Futile to Fertile
Spring is right around the corner. On a warm spring day this came to me as I relished in the final days of winter. Those days are some of my favorite of the year. Enjoy!
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Winter days fade
Into spring
Quiet mornings
Where the birds
Sing
The final snow
Begins to melt
And fade away
Winter is moving out
And
Must be on its way
For today
I admire
The winter cold
Windy gnarly
And brutal
My attempts to leave the Midwest
Always seem to be
Futile
Until the fertile lands
Of spring bloom
Once again
Bring back
Warmth and summers moon
All of this will be back
Very soon
And soon indeed
It will bring me joy
A young child
With a brand new toy
To run around under the sun
My heart swells
When it is warm
How the feelings come back to me
On this winters morn’
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
