Some dark shit – but hey we all have those days right? I am feeling the weight of overstaying my welcome and feel that I have to move on – so here it is.
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Overstay Your Welcome
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The Shortest Night of My Life
A simple writing from my experience in the air over Leipzig, Germany. I have never flown across the ocean, but it surely was an amazing experience – you never get to experience it for a first time again – so I wanted to document it. So now we are in Germany and having a wonderful time. I hope to keep the blog up to date with new experiences and stories. I am sure this trip will give me a lot to say. All the best and enjoy – Cheers!
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The shortest night of my life
started around 5 P.M.
got in a plane in Chicago
got up in the air and off we go
before too long the sun was down
headed east
pulling around some sharp turbulence in Quebec
Got me feeling dizzy
in only hours gone by the sun has risen back
in the sky
my heart beats out of my chest
I felt I could die
that surely was the shortest night of my life
When Bad Things Happen to Good People
As I listened to NPR cover the story unfolding in Boston yesterday on my way home from Chicago – my fiance and I were just silent. Sometimes it just takes time to realize that some people have that much hate inside of them that they are willing to act out and hurt others. It was a very difficult listening to the coverage – and violent acts happen all the time. So I have begun working on a song called “When Bad Things Happen to Good People”. I feel that I have had this song on my chest for a long time. Something that I can turn to when I feel worn out by peoples hatred and violence. A song to give hope, but also deal with the hard question of “why?” Obviously, I do not have the answer – but I know what can make me feel more loving in my own heart. To recognize what is great and take time to be thankful. It does not erase the pain, but rather helps me deal with it in a positive manner. I will have the song posted here tomorrow afternoon – for now here are the lyrics. I just wanted to say there is no reason for why bad things happen – other than the existence of hate/evil. Rather than focusing on evil, I wanted to focus on love and hope. The verses are about what makes this country great and what I am proud of. In verse 2 it is my call to action. I hope that you can relate with this and find it helpful in this time of grieving.
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Keeping everyone affected by this in Boston and throughout the world in my thoughts.
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When Bad Things Happen to Good People
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When bad things happen
Oh my god
To good people
There is no way around
It is a quieting sound
But hate won’t tear us down
It won’t tear us down
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I love the way
People care enough to say
Oh I love you
And be safe out there
Just take care
In a world that’s always spinnin’ round
Don’t be scared
The fear will try to tear us apart
But in your heart
We must know
That the hate must die
For the love to grow
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When bad things happen
Oh my god
To good people
There is no way around
It is a quieting sound
But hate won’t tear us down
It won’t tear us down
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When news gets tough
You have had enough
Don’t throw your hands
And just give up
The world needs us now
Hate has knocked it down
Its up to you and me
And everyone around
Help someone back up
Even when your heart aches
The love you give
Must be greater
Than the love you take
A City on the Verge of Revolution
My hometown cries out for help and investment from my generation. Not only the monetary investment to restore it, but the physical elbow grease and time that a city needs to be rebuilt. Being that I am a full time musician and weary of committing any time or money to anything because of my transient lifestyle, the idea wears on me. I have no idea what I can do but I want to do something. This is a poem about the challenges the city faces, but what I face also. I am going to do a series of poems on South Bend, IN and this is the first installment. Enjoy!
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A city on the verge of revolution
Slow but surely it rises
Dim lit hopes to find
A solution
Will I be the resolution
Or the prodder
Stay or leave
I can’t just pay restitution
If I stay I shall invest myself in the future
A price not yet determined
The man at the store
Is not afraid to give me the sermon
The streets can be brought
Back to original glory
Of the Studebaker nights
An all American story
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At stake city buildings
Crying out for help
Asking to take its wings
Nourish it with fillings
Can these hands build back
What has been stolen away
Should I give up
Simply wait for yet another day
These streets and walls have gone on neglected
Yet I try to move out
All my things
I have collected
Only to be called back
With a voice so timid and quiet
Asking for help
While its soul is dying
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Can I afford to stay
What help can I be
Even a little effort
Goes a long way I can see
People are inspired
Looking for revolution
So I fix the brim of my hat
And commit to be
Part of the solution
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
