Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul

Swollen Skies

Posted on by
Reply

Growing up

Under swollen skies

Making changes

In our parents eyes

Commitments made

Growing mistakes

We just have to do

Whatever it takes

I watch you grow

You watch me

We help each other stay

From as low as life

Can be

We wake up together

To see another day

Whether its the sun

Or the rain

We grew up under swollen skies

When the rain fell

It pulled the tears out of our eyes

Yet we pushed through

I get to see a new face

Through the rain anew

I am honored and proud

To be your husband

Under these dark rain clouds

Hard to Imagine

Posted on by
Reply

Its hard to imagine

Yet easy to see

Life grown

From sea to sea

City coast on eastern suns

To the simple life

Of farm living

What we see

Is what we are giving

The floors kept with field extras

Bugs, birds, dirt and all

We are held up

While the road calls

Be on your way

Where it takes us

Not for us to say

 

Discount Advice

Posted on by
Reply

Discount advice

Should not weight more than

A grain of rice

Be thought over

More than

The passing thoughts in flight

We do not subscribe

To your tele-vibe

Confide in your free laced advice

We create our own paths

From present to past

And we

Will live on

Fatal Direction

Posted on by
Reply

Enter fear and dismay

Enter the feelings of dissarray

Collapsing feeling of connection

Pushing me back in my fatal direction

I ask questions for circumstance

Happenstance of my direction

I fall on flat notes of musical indecision

Lacking a true rhythm section

We select naturally

What happens supernaturally

And exit stronger men

 

Evening Light Protection

Posted on by
Reply

Straight lines of mint on county line roads

Staring out seeing dark tree shadows

Making their ways under sprinklers cold

Grass with a golden glow

Waiting the next rainfall or evening glisten

Animals waiting for exceptions

To sneak in under evening light protections

I see the evening run light rails

Hollering trains understated call hails

We wait the train coming out bustling

Heading winds with certain flow

The farms lull me to sleep

Eyes closed in summers keep

 

Hand Smoked Heat

Posted on by
Reply

Back to Chicago

Toll road to the city strolls

Winds blowing street tires

Filled with air pushing forward

The trips become a frequent chore

We open doors to adjust leather seats

Broken in and ripped

Hand smoked heat from summer shores

Semis headed off to 94

As we head for Lakeshore

Same city

Same sound

Familiar from the skyline to the broken ground

Chicago

My first city

Lake Michigan shores

We head back once more

 

Off the Cusp

Posted on by
Reply

Rock and roll

Get ready to go

Living on the farm

Just east of

South Bend, IN

The nights we pull

Playing bass going low

Making coffee with the morning

Singing songs

All heard and warming

92 degrees

No sight of water or seas

Here in Indiana

Summers warming up

On the farm

Living just off the cusp

Reminiscent and Familiar

Posted on by
Reply

Coffee and smoked salmon

Lingers in my mouth

I reach for the ignition of my car

Live lived with the simple pleasures

The caffeine

Protein

Keep me alive

Awake

For trips near and far

Reminiscent and familiar

I have learned each city

By the letters that spell the name

Some far off distant

Others very much the same

The dash must be 108

Indiana summer feels so hot today

The leather scorching to touch

I grab my seat belt

Roasted in the reflecting sun

I quickly pull my hand back

Take a deep breathe

Very close to home

Yet ever far away

As the sweat drips down my face

This Memorial Day

Little Words

Posted on by
1

Pack up the luggage

Keep a straight face

Back on the road

A musicians pace

Don’t take anything too close

Keep a little distance from the heart

Getting all involved

Will only make this hard

Little words with great meaning

We have to keep on keeping

NYC away we go

Be back when autumn rolls

For another winter lays ahead

Summers gone in the Midwest

We make our way from Brooklyn

To South Bend and back again

Tours ahead

Songs to sing and play

We look forward to being back in Brooklyn

On a beautiful autumn day