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Strawberry Stems
Strawberry fields burst in late June
Bursting with water on summer soil
Reaching hands between leafs full
Waiting berries picked so soon
Soil pushing stems up and out
Life pumping through the veins
Creating life so sweet through sun and rain
Waiting for summer hands to come looking
Plucking berries from life support
To be enjoyed as a summer torte
Fresh sunshine on tongues thirsty
Sun falling in leaves
Being pulled through roots and soil
Up through limbs and pushing out a heavenly treat
I am amazed at this gentle beauty
No poison oak or ivy no thorns to distract
Just a simple leaf asking for no protection
Giving itself to the next calling hand
True beauty to behold
The Coals of Ambition
Can anyone tell me where this is going
I am not quite sure I follow
yet I am content to find out
there is no real place called home
not when living a life on the roam
for what might be better
yet sometimes much worse
my thoughts fumble as my mind wonders
internal rain
perpetual thunder
raking me across the coals of ambition
little did I know it would hold me ransom
these things that I was wishing
holding onto dearly as if the bible
these contemptuous desires should be convicted of liable
they have not given what was prescribed
empty bags straight out lied
and made me feel at home
in a bed of feathers
little did i know my mind it would teather
and hold down with uncertainty
but certainly
I will come out stronger on the other end
I once was a three
Now I am a ten
time to grow up
rather than start again
I will leave it here for tonight
what I said seems alright
I will fall fast asleep
until the the night is bright with
morning light
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
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
Sunday Morning Light
Been on the road for a couple of days and wiped out. Here is a poem about what I enjoy the most about having a relaxing day at home to regroup. We will start our European preparations tomorrow. I am excited to see how these upcoming experiences will affect my writing and perspective. Cheers to relaxation – hope you had a nice day!
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Sunday morning light
Moves soft through gleaming windows
Crisp with spring air
Revolving summer
Into the minds of the people
I can still hear the birds calling
Beckon
I listen
Calling on a brisk morning
Asking for a summer born again
Dogs sun bath and grab energy from the heat
Sun shining
As it has not done much this year
On a world needing light and warmth
Grass warming into greens and browns
From grey and yellow
Life restored into lifeless fields
Stretching miles and miles
Foreheads colored again with sunrays
People walking and taking their time
Living up a warm spring day
With nothing on their mind
For when the sun shines
It is a sign
Through the glossy windows
On a Sunday morning
Life Closer to the Ground
As I sat tying my shoes I was struck looking down at the cold ground – what would life be like if I lived very close to the ground. I realized very quickly that life would be much much different. It would obviously become very simple in some ways – like pure survival and relying on your senses. But very complicated in trying not to get hurt, dodging, staying clean. There is a lot to be learned from living so close to the ground. So I submersed myself in this to try and see what I could come up with for today’s poem. Enjoy!
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Life Closer to the Ground
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What would life be like
If I were only 1 foot high
People would loom large
Skyscrapers connecting with the sky
Would I know more about the earth
The way it is created and breathes
The dirt on the ground
The wet grass and fallen leaves
I would be so dirty and covered
I am sure of this in a city
If any other
I would know more of waste
And disconnect
That everyone feels standing 6 foot
Erect
I would feel the wind blow
Under cars and around poles
Would have to stay dry
Or else I could get too cold
I would discover more about humanity
Than what I may have ever been able to see
Shoes stomping on ground
Throwing garbage around
I would encounter forgotten things
Lost keys and crumbs
All brushed under the rug
Where only I could see
Conversations would occur in the heavens
I would have to stay more connected to the ground
So close now I would not have to look down
I would rely on the land and others
To take care of me and protect me
For I would only be one foot from the ground
Feet shuffling past
People brushing their hands over grass
Gum from years ago
Some from just a second ago
I think I could really learn something
Only one foot off the ground
It is the world
I would get to know
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
Latched Upon Sunlight
Some days are just short writings. Time seems to fly by and I can not grab enough of it to sit down and do my daily writings. This week I am trying to get 2 writings done per day as next week I will be on the road the entire time. So here is a shot little piece – it is starting to warm up in the Midwest – finally. Enjoy.
Winter wears thin
Latched upon sunlight
A little more feels alright
Wait for more to come
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!
A Cup of Songwriting 