Jerk of my Emotion

Posted on March 1, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

Dreaming of a luscious tropical escape – in the midst of a cold spell in the midwest. It was fun to escape the mind to this place, only to be pulled back to the bittersweet Indiana town. Never the less indulge yourself for just a couple of moments – read it twice for a return to your escape and then pull yourself back and feel refreshed – i think… Enjoy!

Bout time

Out of sight

Out of mind

In the right

Or in the wrong

Sing it summer love

In a similar song

–

Sitting in a boat

Upon the wide ocean

Tug of the sea

A jerk of my emotion

–

Keep singing on and on

Bitterness so sweet

In part to a song

–

Birds fly by with careful craft

The water laps the boat

Trickles down

Warming laugh

–

Oceans are miles away

Settled into winters gray

But thoughts can wonder

And surely do

Over oceans wide

Of summers dew

–

My mind is peaceful

Hopeful content

Winter will soon follow

Where summer had went

–

Fast folding packing every season

You must hold fast for every reason

The snow will melt upon sunshine beams

Winters embrace will fall apart

And burst at the seems

–

But for now I will relinquish

In winter sleep

For as it is now

This optimism

I surely must keep

The Incandescent Glow

Posted on February 20, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

I can tell a story of distracting things

It starts with a computer screen

A little heart and a big machine

Pulling the eyes away from progress

To give the soul infinite distress

This mess is more than a simple collection

If it serves me correctly

I have what the doctors call

A technological infection

Of the mind and skin

Hair and eyes

Kinda hard to see into the digital skies

–

It moves slowly but then with clever purpose

You would never know if you looked at the surface

But the eyes become strained with every glance

I must try to pull away in this eager chance

In a trance my muscles begin to twitch

In evenings embrace

Face the truth and furry

That time has been stolen in such a hurry

Fingers nimble to touch keys resisting

A couple of circuits and boards

That’s all that’s in this thing

–

But is there more just maybe a bit

Because it seems to move me when I sit

Through years and years of information

It is a gazing ball

A wonder station

But pull the mind away from sweet laziness

Yet it pulls me back with a lovers caress

Soothes my thoughts and relaxes my feelings

Illuminating what is around me

And casting incandescent light on the ceiling

–

Reeling and reeling

I am surely swayed but the drug this things dealing

Eyes bloodshot on every side

Who would of thought

Wasn’t this supposed to be a simple ride

A ride through information past and present

With the ease of touch and oh so pleasant

But surely there is more than one option

Get away from this infection I am stopping

Songs must be written and collected

My art will not sustain me

I must go now

The art must be resurrected

–

But at the flip of a switch

Turn of a knob

The computer is off and silent

The incandescent glow ceases

And the quietness around me grows

I close my eyes and rub them open

That must be some crazy shit

I be smokin’

Rest

Posted on February 4, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This was written after a couple of weeks on the road. This trip included all of the major music hubs in the U.S. (in my humble opinion of course and for our particular genre). We had stops in New York, Chicago, L.A. and Nashville. We finally got to the end of our journey to a log cabin up in the woods on Traverse City, MI and I slept for basically 48 hours. At the end of the sleep I was able to get up and write some words that needed to be written down. They came to me in a early morning haze. So here it is a poem on rest – enjoy!

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Rest

There is one thing that unifies

This no one can contest

That when we fall asleep

The mind now at rest

The heart

Beats

And beats

–

To no similar tune

But in similar fashion

–

The mind at rest

I can attest

This is the best

Way to connect to each other

–

There are no preconditions

No medication

Or temptation

–

For one to connect

To others

Through this sensation

Of mind cessation

–

Temporary of course

But this might lead a course of action

To rest away the weary eyes

To come to negotiation anew

Many a times it has worked for me

And surely will do the same for you

–

Lights out in gentle style

Let the mind take the lonely mile

And hearts beat sustain throughout the night

And in the morning

Everything will be alright

A Friends Place

Posted on February 2, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This was written about a recent stay that we, my fiance and myself, made out to LA to see one of my best friends from high school. In addition to being an extremely selfless and giving host – his place was so beautiful and relaxing. It was an amazing escape for what is a crazy city of LA. We had such a peaceful and relaxing time hanging with friends and just kicking it by his indoor fire. It was truly a great experience – I hope this can take you there for just a moment. Enjoy!

–

A friends place

Can be as warm

And comforting

As the human embrace

–

With a makeshift bed

A simple place to sleep

All is well

When your livin’ cheap

–

But with every moment

Passing through these eyes

The sun in the morning

The evening skies

–

I notice the faces

Smiling all around

A humble abode

In this huge town

–

Shared towels

And washing machines

Life is so sweet

In these passing scenes

–

We get in late

Hitch a ride

Made it to LA

And it is about time

–

Crisp air

And summers familiar

I would take anything like this

Or anything similar

–

The morning we go for food

Meet some friends

Call some more

To meet at days end

–

Faces familiar

From a time ago

But we are still connected

Wherever we go

–

We enjoy a fire

Snapping soft and sweet

It makes for an easy

Evening treat

–

Life is simple

When sharing sustains

Can even take away

Some of life’s pains

–

Thank you can not match

It just falls short

You can’t just say

You’ve been a good sport

–

The city scene

Has been nice to me

A friend to host

With all sincerity

–

We made our way back home now

Hope to be back through

But for now

The only thing we have to say

Is thank you

I am no Poet

Posted on January 22, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This was written right after watching the presidential inauguration. I really enjoyed the poet Richard Blanco and his poem “One Today”. I used it, and the rest of the ceremony, for inspiration. I thought that it would be important for me to really focusing on what it is that connect us together as Americans, and also can devise and separate us through erroneous use of our egos etc. I hope you enjoy it! Cheers!

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For I am no poet

No writer, nor musician

No athlete or businessman

I am but nothing and will return

–

I must be stripped of all

Before I know what I am

What I am made of

What wiring makes my soul

–

All the confusion and static

The noise and the stammer

Of what others want

And I need

–

In the confusion I believe one

And forget another

Only to remember

To be reminded of yet another

–

So I challenge myself and you

To strip away what is

And to find what will be

What is it that you stand for

–

To look at these flesh and bones

And find what the meaning is

Beyond the labels and toys

Finding a simple meaning within

–

For we are all connected in a manner

An inner webbing that connects us

That unites us

And if we so choose tears us apart

–

Yet we strive for more

To seek meaning that is greater

Than the sum of our parts

And unifies us

–

This is our challenge

Our calling

Our honor

To be what we are

–

To forget the other meanings

And find our own

Not in our own minds

But from deep within

Net Worth

Posted on January 21, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

What is your net worth

Go you! Proclaim it throughout the earth

Ring it on high

Ring it on low

Bring a receipt

Wherever you go

–

Remind your friends with cash in hand

Even pay for them to see your favorite band

“I wonder how much they are worth”

Surely not as much as me

I am sure my banker would agree

Ring the registers from on high

It’s like pie falling from the sky

–

I will stand with my hands ready

To grab what is mine

Might just take one of yours

But hey who is keeping score

Now get my car and call me lady

You know this part of town can get quite shady

–

Maybe I should not be quite so loud

I mean I do not want to attract a crowd

Who knows what that will mean

It was my pie I found,

I thought I caught it

But please don’t bring those fellows

Who want to conduct the audit

–

If leverage is leverage

And bottom line true

The bell rings cold

When the receipt reads past due

Extend me some credit

Just a little more

I just want to settle the score

–

But the banker looked confused

This analogy he used

“The way I see it

To make this all easy for me and you

Upon every mans head it should be written

Two decades and a half after their birth

So he may proclaim it throughout the earth

But for now I must ask you again

What is your net worth?”

Over Rated

Posted on January 13, 2013 by acupofsongwriting

This is a new song that I have been working on very diligently in the past couple of

weeks. It is about the pressures of always looking for the next best thing and

looking to the future in life – when really all you have to care about is going on

right in front of your eyes. This song will be on our next album out in late 2013.

Bout time

Out of sight

Out of mind

In the right

Or in the wrong

Sing it summer love

In a similar song

–

Sitting in a boat

Upon the wide ocean

Tug of the sea

A jerk of my emotion

–

Keep singing on and on

Bitterness so sweet

In part to a song

–

Birds fly by with careful craft

The water laps the boat

Trickles down

Warming laugh

–

Oceans are miles away

Settled into winters gray

But thoughts can wonder

And surely do

Over oceans wide

Of summers dew

–

My mind is peaceful

Hopeful content

Winter will soon follow

Where summer had went

–

Fast folding packing every season

You must hold fast for every reason

The snow will melt upon sunshine beams

Winters embrace will fall apart

And burst at the seems

–

But for now I will relinquish

In winter sleep

For as it is now

This optimism

I surely must keep

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I can tell a story of distracting things

It starts with a computer screen

A little heart and a big machine

Pulling the eyes away from progress

To give the soul infinite distress

This mess is more than a simple collection

If it serves me correctly

I have what the doctors call

A technological infection

Of the mind and skin

Hair and eyes

Kinda hard to see into the digital skies

–

It moves slowly but then with clever purpose

You would never know if you looked at the surface

But the eyes become strained with every glance

I must try to pull away in this eager chance

In a trance my muscles begin to twitch

In evenings embrace

Face the truth and furry

That time has been stolen in such a hurry

Fingers nimble to touch keys resisting

A couple of circuits and boards

That’s all that’s in this thing

–

But is there more just maybe a bit

Because it seems to move me when I sit

Through years and years of information

It is a gazing ball

A wonder station

But pull the mind away from sweet laziness

Yet it pulls me back with a lovers caress

Soothes my thoughts and relaxes my feelings

Illuminating what is around me