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A Pick Me Up Tune
Discontent in the bar on a Saturday
Everyone seems to be okay
Except this one character
Late fifties sniffing for something young
Couple too many drinks he has
Flung
Back
Into his wasted soul
And hardened heart
This man is doing nothing
But playing the creepy old man part
His breathe reeks of alcohol and beer
Harassing the poor musicians to play
A pick me up tune
So he can swoon the younger ladies
Sickened
To my stomach as I see him rummage
Through these civilized people
He is garbage left in the summer sun
Ruining the night life of everyone
His hair slicked back in 80’s fashion
Blond with protruding teeth
Blue eyes that see
Nothing but flesh on the bones of young women
He is sickened me to no redemption
I am but inches away from bending
Flinching into a rage of spirit
So that everyone in this bar can hear it
He is a wasted soul washed up on the shore
For he is that
And nothing more
Constricted Constrained and Confused
Constricted constrained and confused
The moment lies in being used
Or to entertain
I am now bemused
To join these two thought
To create a soothing fluid
Of constant reminders
Of what happened in the past
In the moments viewed
Through the glass
Making my eyes see the world
Around me
That is the confining thought
I cannot see without them
In the summers brought
New ideas and constraints
The glasses around me
My new mind contains
Drumming Back Then
Delivering mail was the nine to five
With bills to pay
It was well short of the glamorous life
He had been a musician since he was young
Didn’t care for guitars
Didn’t care about the way he sung
Drumming had grabbed him right away
Counting rhythms out loud
And learning how to play
Dreamed of moving to Nashville
To aid in that Nashville sound
But life moves fast
And his chance never came around
He still plays on the weekend
To make some spare change
It is more just a simple means
To a simple end
But he wonders of what life could have been
Had he jumped off the deep end
Learning to swim as he goes
Where this all would take him
He truly does not care to know
I met him buying some drums
Sells them out of his basement
Best guy in Indiana
Drums that sound like true cannons
I believe his story and feel it quite familiar
A story told by so many players similar
Never wanted to test the waters
Looking back years later
With thoughts of what could have been
Of what life was life
And what opportunities life provided
Back then
Ambles
Late night rambles
turning my mind into scrambles
leaving me in shambles
It is terrible
I am tired
It is late
Why do I put off sleep
procrastinate
prolongate
something that should be shortened
to a simple task
the computer breathes for me
keeps me going
all this and no real knowing
if it really does anything at all
my mind is scrambled
and my eyelids are about to fall
In Germany
What an amazing first experience in Europe we had in Gera, Germany. I posted a video yesterday and have really been moved by the entire experience. It was a culture that was physically speaking very close to mine – but mentally a completely different place. I really enjoyed the simple appreciation for beauty and respect for the earth. Of course we have this in the States but in a different way. I was inspired and here are some of my thoughts. Cheers.
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The Simple beauty of time gone by
Life lived in a lullaby
Not as pretty or so fancy
There is no real need
Amidst these hills and far away
I have learned of beauty this way
I can see right now the beauty
Today
A sunset falling sleepy over green hills
I feel connected to the evening still
The air brushes gently on my face
Evening crisp cool embrace
Houses gardens touching holding
The earth below blessing bestowing
The best of what mother earth can give
Keep it simple
This is no live preserved
This night is the live lived
Far away from my comfort and home
A long distance I have roamed
To this place in Germany
On the eastern border
Where nature is taken seriously
Treated with gentle care
The birds sing out
Over the mountains over thereThrough the allies and into townThe birds calls fall quiet to the city soundPeople moving slow enjoying the sceneLike no other place I have been Amidst a new culture A beautiful new faceI have come to nowThis is a truly moving place
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
The Gathering Cup
This is a truly ironic poem. I noticed it after writing it – because even though there are major crimes that go on in these countries (including the USA) I would wish to think that the coffee cup brings out the best of different cultures. Blame it on being naive, but it is a wish that I have. That somehow this bean is something that all people can relate on – unpretentious and simple. But obviously I know that where money goes follows corruption and tragedies of humanity. So I write this about the cafe – where people come to join. I have never been to Kenya, Ethiopia, Guatemala, or Mexico all that I do know about these places extend from my love of coffee. So here it is a simple poem trying to look at the brighter side of things and enjoy – best served with a pour over. Cheers!
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The Gathering Cup
Kenya, Ethiopia, Guatemala, and Mexico
Gather here in this sacred place
Where aroma lifts slowly off frothed steel jugs
Dripping water slowly and carefully
Tender caress with no mistake
Roasting perfect and smooth
Lifts the mind and body
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Brought back to the clanging of changing cups
Clearing out old liquids to make room for new
Splashing hot water into cracks and cleansing
Banging of tin and steel
Bringing out the thoughts of perfection
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Conversations spiral softly and incoherent
Lips embrace subtle rounded porcelain
A gathering room for stories of wild fields
Both near and far
Take these memories where you are
The electricity huzzes and buzzes
Soft as a bee landing in the hive
Settling the feet ever so gentle
Charging the ice makers and MP3 players
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A meeting place for like-minded
Or adverse minded
No one really minds
On certain days Matt will make a particularly good brew
Done with care to temperature and form
With pure focus
Now I return to my gathering cup
To the flavors of Kenya, Ethiopia, Guatemala, and Mexico
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Rejoice
Honorable Craft
I love what I do. But even love does not make the everyday grind easier. I still have to push myself to go further, work harder, and recreate myself constantly. These may seem like easy challenges but 3-4 hours of practice a day in addition to physical fitness and running a company -d the challenges are always daunting. However, all of this has really taught me to appreciate the time and effort that people take, whatever they may do or create, in creating food, cars, chocolate, coffee, anything. On the contrary it really gets me when people do not have any respect for craft and simply take your money. It is sad, especially when you are scrapping by in the beginning of your life trying to make ends meat. So I wrote a poem about how the creation of value is something that can not be taken for granted. Take pride in what you do and I will do the same – that way we can make this whole world better. Cheers and enjoy!
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A Cup of Songwriting 