Embark Blindly

29

The final hours down

I can’t say I regret much

Although loosing

Loved ones was rough

A full decade to reflect

Looking back at life’s intersect

Even as I fine tooth comb inspect

I am happy

Moving forward and not leaning back

Bursting at the seems

With high impact

I embark upon 30

30

It takes a moment to set in

Realize the final ringing of the bell

Not an ending

But a closing

Reaching back at this point

Has no meaning

Worthless in my attempts

My vain grabs at last seconds commence

As ten years of live conclude

I had counted down the months

Since I knew

27 turned 28

No big deal

28 turned 29

No 30 was in sight

And tonight

Tonight it sits quite real

Real indeed

It came so quick on my

With high velocity speed

So I reject with no anger or remorse

I will let time do it’s just course

Submit to the seconds that will bring about change

In my mind, body, and soul

I will celebrate my own growing old

But as these last moments unfold

I hope that I can do better in the next ten

No regrets

But not letting up

Seeing the next decade to the end

Age brings about wisdom

Which in turn sets me free

As I embark blindly

Upon the journey

Of turning 30

Bereft

Quicksand to the unknown

We have given every breathe

To the unseen

The life in song

Unchained

We are as actors on the grand stage

With a broken vase at the center

Can we create our own pleasure

Despite the fallen feather

That looms ominous on the stage

We walk around the vase

Correcting it’s flaws

Its broken jowls

Reminding us of its previous nature

The mark of a life lived

Broken as it gives

This thing

This previous embodiment of life

Broken shattered and left

Life has been bereft

We look up at each other

And realize

In each others eyes

Anything is possible

The lights dim

We walk off the stage

Wiley Uncertain Progress

We were safe for a couple days

Laid up down south

And feeling strange

Unusual rather than usual

Not pampered but

Taken care of

As a musician this is luxury

Unknown

Until this moment

We behold

My wife and I relish in

Wiley uncertain progress

But today we hold each other close

Knowing we have a certain relaxation

Safe in moments exhalations

We cherish the wild open future

And relish the present

Ashes to the Sky

I pulled the fangs from a giant

The childlike motions made

It was alright

The industry didn’t need

Poltergeist

The planes of purpose

Sailed over the profits of daily routine

People’s new hopes

Become less of the ideal and more of the reality

The tenuous run up

Run down

The industry itself was turned upside down

We grab what we can

Our purpose hangs in the rafters

We present ourselves in a different light

Hoping to created from every side

As one industry sinks

Another arises

From the ashes to the sky

Unequivocally Quick

Wandering as I am

There is no calculation to my risk

No easy decision

When it comes to my vision

My experiences are like

Chemical reactions

Exploding on contact

Creating action

As if a vase were nudged from the ledge

From a careless yak

My nimble mind has no conception of reality

Externally or internally

I am frightened by these revelations

How my ideas manifest in the most odd

Of gesticulations

So I sometimes back away from my hopes

Decisions and inquisitions

To better understand myself

In hopes of becoming the more informed

For that I am scorned

So my stays are unequivocally quick

I leave sojourned

On my journey from night till morn

Cantankerous and Noisy

I know a ritzy town

Where the houses are big

Rigged with luxuries

The proposition tugs at me

But maybe I will head to Detroit

I am an artist

Hipster guess stereotyped

I find it rather terrific

To be cantankerous and noisy

Rather than sterilized to the squeak

That my shoes should rub on the floors

The thought of luxury affords me

Relinquishing in the laugh of heart

Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part

A small tin house on a hill

A fixer upper at will

Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems

Although it may be perceived as synonymous

With crazy

At least I will try

Try it out in

Detroit

 

I Owe You a Stare

I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare

Balance of the Night

Radiant blue on crisp white

Bright

Bridges at night

City comforts on the side

This time

This night

My wife and I hold tight

Clean cement under warm winter skies

Our feet tap the pavement

Like full bellied 

Petite

Mice

We balance love work and 

Life

Tonight

A Man Nondescript

He was a polite General 

In a dirty fight

Won’t ask too many questions

Making sure his men were alright

He would stop into the local shop

But keep all conversations brief

Man of few words

Nothing left to waste

Keeping his work straight in time

He would handle even a bumpy road

Or the occasional attack

With no weight but his country 

On his back

He would nod his head and thank

His fellow men

For the life they lead

With an extention of his hand

He was a man nondiscript

Defined by action

Rather than inaction