It is with few words
I must strike down
The rhythm and the sound
Falling on fond ears
Restrained and freed
Recalling memories so new and old
with few words
I must paint many lines
So that a story can be told
Striking Words
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Bitter Styrofoam Celebrity
The Genius of Catch
If Not for Perfection
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I wish not for perfection
Rather somewhere
At the intersection
Of preparation
And the continuation
Of ones course
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The readiness is created
By all the time spent
Re-taking
Take after take
Just for one good virtuous shake
The artist prepares with good intent
Content on rehearsal
Frustrated with constraint
Holding the power to change
Is the key to arranging
The true masterpiece that lies within
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The strokes fall smooth on the page
Many hours have been spent
To create this moment
In this perfect age
The feelings and the artistry dance
Upon the blank canvas
Creating great swaths of golden hues
No reason to overdue
Simple strokes and committed lines
Hours spent caressing this craft
To create a mindless illusion
The genius of catch
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Illustrious moments turn to intricate delicacy
As the grand swaths revolve to small movement
This is where preparation meets commitment
Where the small lines have the greatest impact
No thought or stroke left un-in-tact
This creation flows from the mind
Through the heart and blood
To the muscles and fingertips
Out onto the canvas
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So what was once within
Can be seen without
Having to speak or convey
The image left upon the page
The true masterpiece
Time to Reflect
Time to reflect
On decisions
That have been made
Others postponed
And delayed
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Where I stand today
May not affect tomorrow
So how do I quite know
If this is where I should
Go
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So many questions
Yielding very few answers
The scenery does not change
If I just choose to
Stand here
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The past 3 years
Decisions were not bad
But if I could go back
What would I instruct
That poor young lad
–
I might say
Act with confidence
And cause
What you do not gain
Is not quite a loss
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Move quick
And stay nimble
The world will not wait
for your heart delayed
its that simple
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Fear holds you
Hostage at blank point
But behind the gun
Is no ammo
It holds you
Until you let go
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Youth is fleeting
Do not become to attached
From your young wirey hands
This gift will be quickly snatched
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But do not lose hope
There is no reason
What you lose one year
You will find stronger
In another season
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Patience is key
But do not get complacent
Words striking and true
But you truly have to face them
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In the end
Know your goal
Or destination
There is no minute hand
When the clock is wasting
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Finally push back
Word hard
And stay committed
When it is all over
You will be glad you did it
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I hope that in another few years
I can read this back
And have new wisdom
To share
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But for now
I hope to own these truths
So that I may push on
A time to reflect
Is a time for my heart
To be reset
Vomit your Ignorance
Everything has changed around us
Except the people that surround us
Sounding off their discontent alarms
While holding out a cold arm
To wish us well
So they can go behind and tell
That they silently disapprove
Of every single move
And create a story they can sell
To any poor ear they can tell
This ignorance is vomited
From every last drip they spew
To them I say
Farewell “Good Friends”
I must bid you adieu
Corporate Greed
Corporate Greed
Wants
to feed me
A GMO
I said NO
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Belly swollen with chemicals
Repulsed by
Shriveled testicles
They can keep their damn GMO’s
Barbaric Nature
Baffling word barbaric in nature
Wondering if what these words mean
Could have foreseen me in danger
Biting at every corner confused
Bemused with conjunction and function
These words have settled me amusing
Creating concrete facts I am using
Never the language I am abusing
Tyring to learn a new flow and rhyme
All to be done
Not just part time
Every day
Every line
I write
Comes a new idea a new inspirations
Condensation of the mind
And spirit
Upon the paper written
In my mind I hear it
The words fell off my fingers touching
Connecting each other puzzles solved
The simile resolved
I move on to contracted spirits
And to a path contingent
On the next line
The next phrase
For each word written
Is now where the sentence lays
The Old Car
The old car is still hanging in
making it through Winter’s thick and Summers thin
The AC rattles
the carpets are worn out
But the motor still delivers me to the destination
very devout
The weather is broken in
The locks don’t work and haven’t for days
The radio still sings out a couple of melodies
But when the wheels struggle up the hill it gets my sympathy
on a warm day in June
When the engine is ringing out
In it’s classic tune
Bellowing out like a great monsoon
This is my car and I stand by it
Even though the dollars I’ve paid have been multiplying
But it is a true beauty and I ain’t lying That’s all I have to say about this your car
It’s taken me miles and miles afar
The dream alive when I get down
We’ve toured we’ve laughed we’ve cried
In this cabin we lived our lives
So this car I say cheers
I hope you may live on for years and years
Swollen Hands
Her heart has more love to give
Then I’ll ever know
Her heart has more love to give
And she’s growing old
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Time can harden your heart
Break you apart
And turn it into sand
With weary eyes
And weathered lines
No one would understand
These eyes see the world
Felt the knife slide through
Her swollen hand
Call the birds
Forget yourself
Put your ambitions on the shelf
No way to live
Don’t ask but give
Breeding nothing but bitterness within
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This heart has more love to give
Then I’ll ever know
This heart has more love to give
And we are growing old
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When things get bad around you
Walls falling down too
I know what she’ll do
She will start again
With some new friends
A new life so far from the bends
Make her way
Cutting off the slack
Far away and never looking back
Then one day
She will turn and say
Things were never quite the same
She will know
That in her soul
Pain fades but never grows old
Corporate Giants
Oh no it looks like the corporate giants are at it again
Taking money from the thick and thin
They don’t believe in things like sins
If it’s one more dollar in their pocket they win
Deceit and betrayal are their corporate focus
Taking every little dollar from every little person with a little hocus-pocus
Don’t worry about calling them they already know what’s going on
They don’t much care that what they do is wrong
There is a little hope and redemption from a small voice like mine
I guess it just must be at sign of the time
Before too long I’ll be back at it again
Because corporate profits are the same now
As they were back then
A dollar earned is a dollar saved but a dollar stolen is a dollar played
Corporations love their games and love their dollars
The best I can hope to do is just scream and holler
Greed will continue on regardless of its ambition
It will write a new book the third edition
So don’t forget when somebody takes your money one day
It’s the one and only
Corporate way
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