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Tag Archives: Poetry
Speck of White
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A speck of white
Upon a summers evening
Faded light
Rejuvenated and renewed
From all that has been imbued
Rest has created eyes awake and wondering
Speck of Yellow
Falls through dusty windows upright
Suns glistening final rite
A palette covered with yellowish sweet
Continuum of summer heat
A speck of Green
On Summers lawn
Dew in the morning
After a crisp dawn
A speck of Blue
On a skycap so true
Gravity holding us down on this world
Keeping us protected from weightlessness
The true story of me and you
Told through the colors
Wheeled through life and illuminating our sky
We take moments out and away
Cry and laugh
Rejuvenated and happy
This is created through color invigoration
The sensation of happiness and vigor
Rolls through
Into
Me and you
The Contaminated Mind
Trash dumps filled with leftover garbage
Garbage bags filled with pieces and puddles
These puddles draw out into spaces
Spaces filled with black remains
Stains upon white napkins
Akin to other refuse piled in lumps
The waste collects from experience and form
From all the toxic air and electricity
Running from head to toe
Upon this I know that I have a polluted mind
Taken away from the productive line
Filled with worries of which I have no control
Over the flow of my life and the rhythm in which I live
Overflowing with fears of a new life lived
Why is the mess a strong figure in my eye
It takes away from the blue in the sky
Filling it with murky uncertainty
Certainly I can change this inhabited space
With the greener liking
A space where life can grow
Leaves fold into the soil and build life anew
I must push forward and never look back
Pack all that I have and journey to greater lands
This is my challenge to set free
The chaining’s of the must terrible kind
And let the trees and flowers bloom
Replacing my contaminated mind
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
One T Shirt
I want to wear a t shirt all day
Where the sun shines through the cold gray
Where life is easy in summers pass
Hanging out chilling on your ass
There is something to that life
More than it seems
A true call from your dreams
I want to wear a t shirt to work
As just a small job perk
Away from suits and ties
Those are for the weary eyes
I think of how I can make it through
Just a simple thought will do
I need no complexities like buttons
Those are over done
All I need is one
T shirt
That will do
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
Why Wait
This is written on the road. We’ve been on the road for over 18 hours in the past two days. My posts are supposed to be short but potent – you decide. I hope you enjoy.
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Why wait
why sit around and procrastinate
this is no save the date
Collect words and Poems
let them propagate
Give them out to the world
and expect nothing back
Everyday Poems
Poetry can be a mythical creation that comes at times unexpected. Sometimes it is just a plane old everyday experience. I am currently exercising my writing every day as a way to grow and understand my own writing and inspirations – as a poet and a songwriter. Somedays are just like this poem – just a simple reflection about the things around me with no real deep inspiration, other than the commitment of writing. I hope you enjoy this “Everyday Poem”. Cheers.
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Cup of hot tea
Time for reflection
Nothing better
Than late night detection
The mind wanders
Fingers write
Thoughts of the day
Lead to the night
Trying to grow
One line at a time
Creating poems
Words whisked together
Hoping they shine
Adjectives and verbs
trying to find the right words
Behind these eyelids
Simple thoughts will serve
For the next idea
Will be stolen from the day
Spoken in words
Elicited from what we say
Some nights are inspired
Others the normal kind
Putting the pen to paper
Just doing it every time
In hopes of growing
Achieving something greater
I needed it in my life now
My world would be different
If I waited one second later
Through poetry I have found
What resonates my life
Notes that resound
The soundtrack of my days
Is written in these lines
In these pages
It is me that I hope to find
When eyes become heavy
Sleep bound
I pull up the covers
Close my eyes
While the world spins round
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 