see the city spires,
within, the pious and unjust
blazing country fires
reduce the belt to rust
heroes falling harder than rain
angels without wings to fly
inflicting so much unneeded pain
no one should have died
the air is thick with tension and fear
acrid smoke shattered glass broken dreams
where do we go from here?
the future is more unsure than it seems
we've risen so high
and fallen so fast
the time is nigh
to make it last
or this may be the end for all of us
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Friday, May 22, 2020
15 year anniversary of this blog
I've been writing, off and on, for 15 years here
I've shared my thoughts, dreams, nightmares, and words that rhyme
It's been a weird journey with plenty of followers
followed by plenty of time alone
still I write
for myself
for you
for anyone
for no one
I enjoy this, sometimes more than others
Sometimes less
My brain continues to spill out the words
that my heart continues to shape
for me
for you
for no one
for everyone
It's been a long a journey
and the road continues
into my heart
into my mind
into
oblivion
and beyond
I've shared my thoughts, dreams, nightmares, and words that rhyme
It's been a weird journey with plenty of followers
followed by plenty of time alone
still I write
for myself
for you
for anyone
for no one
I enjoy this, sometimes more than others
Sometimes less
My brain continues to spill out the words
that my heart continues to shape
for me
for you
for no one
for everyone
It's been a long a journey
and the road continues
into my heart
into my mind
into
oblivion
and beyond
feel
the harden shell fails
exposing the soft inner workings
of a man in tune with
his surroundings and life
the strife the life the wife
the destinations unknown
the wishes wished upon shooting stars
the times left all alone
rise beyond the barriers
settle in a uncomfortable zone
seek the elevated understanding
relate to more than one
the forsaken path and trajectory
the darkness that fills the space
in between the smiles and the tears
the miles of walking to reach something real
just to feel
alive
the hardened shell protects
the inner thoughts and dreams
of a man alienated
from the surroundings and life
The life the wife the strife
it's always outside the comfort zone
silly wishes that never come true
endless dreams of you
sink below the darkness
into a new elevated depression
the space is filled with demons
drowning to reach something real
Just to feel
exposing the soft inner workings
of a man in tune with
his surroundings and life
the strife the life the wife
the destinations unknown
the wishes wished upon shooting stars
the times left all alone
rise beyond the barriers
settle in a uncomfortable zone
seek the elevated understanding
relate to more than one
the forsaken path and trajectory
the darkness that fills the space
in between the smiles and the tears
the miles of walking to reach something real
just to feel
alive
the hardened shell protects
the inner thoughts and dreams
of a man alienated
from the surroundings and life
The life the wife the strife
it's always outside the comfort zone
silly wishes that never come true
endless dreams of you
sink below the darkness
into a new elevated depression
the space is filled with demons
drowning to reach something real
Just to feel
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
When all is safe
I want to get out, to run, to shop, to eat
to forget the daily routines I'm stuck in
the same four walls, limiting, constricting, mocking
I'm stuck like them, stationary, unmoving
I can see the town, the streets I walked
the shops, cafes, the parks
I recall the aroma of food, the bustle, the children
I can sense them near, but oh so distant
I want to see them, to be them, to eat out
I want to escape the cozy prison I am enclosed in
I want to bid the walls adieu, so long, c'ya later
I want to be free
again
Hopefully soon
When all is safe
again
to forget the daily routines I'm stuck in
the same four walls, limiting, constricting, mocking
I'm stuck like them, stationary, unmoving
I can see the town, the streets I walked
the shops, cafes, the parks
I recall the aroma of food, the bustle, the children
I can sense them near, but oh so distant
I want to see them, to be them, to eat out
I want to escape the cozy prison I am enclosed in
I want to bid the walls adieu, so long, c'ya later
I want to be free
again
Hopefully soon
When all is safe
again
Friday, May 8, 2020
What is your secret?
So tell me
what is your secret? What do you desire?
Is it something so illegal? Or something immoral that fuels the fire?
What is the thing, that drives you? What do you require?
What is the secret?
Will is save you, or set you afire?
what is your secret? What do you desire?
Is it something so illegal? Or something immoral that fuels the fire?
What is the thing, that drives you? What do you require?
What is the secret?
Will is save you, or set you afire?
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Burning bridges
There were bridges, burning
Broken hearts, full of yearning
Darkened rooms, of misery
Shed no light, on what's in me
Close my eyes
and block out the distractions
Take a breath
Lungs keep on contracting
Darkened rooms, of mystery
Shed no light, what's got into me
There were bridges, burning
I walked across, full of yearning
Fell down below, on the creek bed
Felt so alone, stuck inside of my head
Close my eyes
Block out the clear blue skies
Take a breath and
Try not to die
Darkened rooms, a mystery, of misery
Shed no light, on what's in me, got into me
Bridges burn , I lit them, on fire
Broken heart full of yearning, and desire
Close my eyes
Take a breath
Burning bridges
And hearts
Broken hearts, full of yearning
Darkened rooms, of misery
Shed no light, on what's in me
Close my eyes
and block out the distractions
Take a breath
Lungs keep on contracting
Darkened rooms, of mystery
Shed no light, what's got into me
There were bridges, burning
I walked across, full of yearning
Fell down below, on the creek bed
Felt so alone, stuck inside of my head
Close my eyes
Block out the clear blue skies
Take a breath and
Try not to die
Darkened rooms, a mystery, of misery
Shed no light, on what's in me, got into me
Bridges burn , I lit them, on fire
Broken heart full of yearning, and desire
Close my eyes
Take a breath
Burning bridges
And hearts
Thursday, April 30, 2020
For someone
The wishes for creativity remain
unfulfilled
The dark hope for answers to dreams undrempt
disregard
The sun rises on a starless morning
The moon sets on a lonely gray night
The stars hide behind veils of darkened fears
and the planets align, they align
for someone else
for someone
The wishes for exclusivity they drain
weak willed
The ashen faith for deities fair and knowing
no regard
The sun sets on a starless morning
The moon rises on a lonely gray plight
The prayers hide behind a veil of disbelief
and the families try, they try
for someone else
for someone
The wishes we wish we never wished
come true
The lingering hope that keeps us so afloat
drag down
The son rises on a starless morning
His room, a pristine sanctuary, violated
The stars positioned just out of reach
and the planets, they slowly die
for someone else
for someone
The wishes, they
The sun, the son
They
The stars, they
The moon, prayers
for someone else
someone
unfulfilled
The dark hope for answers to dreams undrempt
disregard
The sun rises on a starless morning
The moon sets on a lonely gray night
The stars hide behind veils of darkened fears
and the planets align, they align
for someone else
for someone
The wishes for exclusivity they drain
weak willed
The ashen faith for deities fair and knowing
no regard
The sun sets on a starless morning
The moon rises on a lonely gray plight
The prayers hide behind a veil of disbelief
and the families try, they try
for someone else
for someone
The wishes we wish we never wished
come true
The lingering hope that keeps us so afloat
drag down
The son rises on a starless morning
His room, a pristine sanctuary, violated
The stars positioned just out of reach
and the planets, they slowly die
for someone else
for someone
The wishes, they
The sun, the son
They
The stars, they
The moon, prayers
for someone else
someone
Sunday, April 26, 2020
"Someone has to die", someone always has to die
If this was a movie
I'd be the dead guy
Wearing the red shirt
The unknown
Deceased
If this was a blockbuster
I'd be bystander #3
Unnoticed
Unseen
Dead
If this was real life
it would end the same
I'd be the dead guy
Wearing the red shirt
The unknown
Deceased
If this was a blockbuster
I'd be bystander #3
Unnoticed
Unseen
Dead
If this was real life
it would end the same
Friday, April 24, 2020
Friday, April 17, 2020
A piece of yesterday
Take a scrap of today
hold it close to your heart
Let it go when you must
Pull it back when needed
Move on to tomorrow
Leap forward from today
Go forth in confidence
with a piece of yesterday
hold it close to your heart
Let it go when you must
Pull it back when needed
Move on to tomorrow
Leap forward from today
Go forth in confidence
with a piece of yesterday
Monday, March 16, 2020
The harbinger died
Now what?
Seriously, who will tell us what will come next?
The news?
The government?
Now that the harbinger is dead,
There is fear
and loathing
and a severe lack of toilet paper
but that doesn't matter
What matters is what is next
and what is to come
and if the harbinger is dead
Who will tell us?
Fate?
C'mon, really?
No way, I tap out
That harbinger needed to die
I'll tell you what's next
Life
Live like tomorrow is your last day
Cuz it may be
Live like you want to make your momma proud
Cuz you might do that
Live like there is something to live for
Cuz there is, always
Dead harbingers don't mean nothing
Nothing at all
Seriously, who will tell us what will come next?
The news?
The government?
Now that the harbinger is dead,
There is fear
and loathing
and a severe lack of toilet paper
but that doesn't matter
What matters is what is next
and what is to come
and if the harbinger is dead
Who will tell us?
Fate?
C'mon, really?
No way, I tap out
That harbinger needed to die
I'll tell you what's next
Life
Live like tomorrow is your last day
Cuz it may be
Live like you want to make your momma proud
Cuz you might do that
Live like there is something to live for
Cuz there is, always
Dead harbingers don't mean nothing
Nothing at all
Sunday, March 15, 2020
All is lost
I had the great name for a song title
an instrumental
and I
Lost it
I think it was a line from a movie, or a few words spoken
And it was perfect
But I cannot remember it
I am wracking my brain, trying hard to remember
the situation
the content
the setting
Nothing
All is lost
All is
Lost
an instrumental
and I
Lost it
I think it was a line from a movie, or a few words spoken
And it was perfect
But I cannot remember it
I am wracking my brain, trying hard to remember
the situation
the content
the setting
Nothing
All is lost
All is
Lost
Saturday, February 1, 2020
Resignation
I resigned myself, to the fact
that this is how it is going to be
I may have wanted something a little different
maybe you did too
But, we push forth
and deal with what we have
I want to paint with you
and play music together
create music, actually
be silly and fall for each other
over broken chords on the piano
of the guitar, or bass
maybe make something that only we would remember
a song for two
Like that Fugees record that sold for so much
that only one person could enjoy
both of us could enjoy it
a duet, a shared voice of notes
but no
this is something different
and it's not bad
is it?
that this is how it is going to be
I may have wanted something a little different
maybe you did too
But, we push forth
and deal with what we have
I want to paint with you
and play music together
create music, actually
be silly and fall for each other
over broken chords on the piano
of the guitar, or bass
maybe make something that only we would remember
a song for two
Like that Fugees record that sold for so much
that only one person could enjoy
both of us could enjoy it
a duet, a shared voice of notes
but no
this is something different
and it's not bad
is it?
Friday, January 31, 2020
I am: Part VIII (Or 8, if you don't want to be fancy)
I am...
...still writing, less often but getting that itch again
...a little tipsy
...probably a disappointment to someone
...a music lover
...a music maker, sometimes
...a leftover, a sidekick, a circus freak
...strong like bull
...trying to get this right
...probably getting this wrong
...typing like shit, and correcting like crazy (I said I was tipsy!)
...an anchor, good or bad
...someone, and that was hard to type
...on the verge of laughter or tears
...flowing with the unexpected
...leaning into the winds of change
...withstanding the barrage of obstacles against me
I am
...to be continued, in words, or action, or breath
...still writing, less often but getting that itch again
...a little tipsy
...probably a disappointment to someone
...a music lover
...a music maker, sometimes
...a leftover, a sidekick, a circus freak
...strong like bull
...trying to get this right
...probably getting this wrong
...typing like shit, and correcting like crazy (I said I was tipsy!)
...an anchor, good or bad
...someone, and that was hard to type
...on the verge of laughter or tears
...flowing with the unexpected
...leaning into the winds of change
...withstanding the barrage of obstacles against me
I am
...to be continued, in words, or action, or breath
hope
tear me open, find that key I'm looking for
tear me apart, and reassemble me
forgive my sins and I'll forgive yours
but never give in, never give up
even though I want to quit
I haven't thrown in the towel
I haven't given up the ghost
I haven't stopped hoping
hope
intangible, infallible, faulty to a fault
I feel like giving in
then
hope
a life rope to a drowning mind
a calming presence in the chaos of my brain
and fictional as hell
The paradox of hope, when you're drowning alone,
is that it doesn't make you float
it saps your strength
makes your limbs heavy
like the burden that got you in the water
in the first place
it's what anchors you while drowning
flailing, thrashing about
making everything worse than it was
because you believe
and hope is responsible
it's why we smile as sink below the surface
hope will save us all
at the last moment
but by then
it's too late
for hope
because we're torn down, disassembled
without the key
to it all
hope
tear me apart, and reassemble me
forgive my sins and I'll forgive yours
but never give in, never give up
even though I want to quit
I haven't thrown in the towel
I haven't given up the ghost
I haven't stopped hoping
hope
intangible, infallible, faulty to a fault
I feel like giving in
then
hope
a life rope to a drowning mind
a calming presence in the chaos of my brain
and fictional as hell
The paradox of hope, when you're drowning alone,
is that it doesn't make you float
it saps your strength
makes your limbs heavy
like the burden that got you in the water
in the first place
it's what anchors you while drowning
flailing, thrashing about
making everything worse than it was
because you believe
and hope is responsible
it's why we smile as sink below the surface
hope will save us all
at the last moment
but by then
it's too late
for hope
because we're torn down, disassembled
without the key
to it all
hope
The empty grey
Hollowed ambition, unfollowed rules
Disregarded tradition, misguided fools
When the time for decisions arrives
Who will help you decide?
When a moment of greatness appears
Will you run and hide?
Nowhere to run to, nowhere is safe
Darkness enclosing, deep in the fray
Nowhere to turn, everyone is prey
Leaden perception, colorless day
the empty grey
Misguided ambition, disregarded rules
Unfollowed tradition, hallowed fools
When the times for action arise
Who will help you shine?
When the glory disappears
Will you run and hide?
the empty grey
Disregarded ambition, hallowed rules
Misguided traditions, unfollowed fools
When the time for decision arrives
(Nowhere to run, nowhere is safe)
When the moment of greatness appears
(Nowhere to turn, everyone is prey)
When the times for action arise
(Darkness enclosing, deep in the fray)
When all the glory disappears
(Leaden perception, no one is safe)
Unfollowed ambition, misguided rules
Hallowed traditions, disregarded fools
the empty grey
Disregarded tradition, misguided fools
When the time for decisions arrives
Who will help you decide?
When a moment of greatness appears
Will you run and hide?
Nowhere to run to, nowhere is safe
Darkness enclosing, deep in the fray
Nowhere to turn, everyone is prey
Leaden perception, colorless day
the empty grey
Misguided ambition, disregarded rules
Unfollowed tradition, hallowed fools
When the times for action arise
Who will help you shine?
When the glory disappears
Will you run and hide?
the empty grey
Disregarded ambition, hallowed rules
Misguided traditions, unfollowed fools
When the time for decision arrives
(Nowhere to run, nowhere is safe)
When the moment of greatness appears
(Nowhere to turn, everyone is prey)
When the times for action arise
(Darkness enclosing, deep in the fray)
When all the glory disappears
(Leaden perception, no one is safe)
Unfollowed ambition, misguided rules
Hallowed traditions, disregarded fools
the empty grey
Monday, January 20, 2020
A fond memory, and a thank you
I never met Neil Peart, nor had I seen him perform live. He still had a huge impact on me. I am saddened by his passing, but happy I heard his songs, read his lyrics and enjoyed his books. Thank you for all you have given me and the world, Neil. I hope your years of hard work made you half as happy as it made your fans.
Here's a post I wrote long ago about Neil.
Inspired By Neil Peart
Here's a post I wrote long ago about Neil.
Inspired By Neil Peart
Sunday, December 8, 2019
#300 Without an audience
The written word, unread
Means nothing, except
To those that wrote it
The spoken word, unheard
Echoes softly, until
The sound fades away
The plucked notes
Resonate in air, floating
Through the empty space
Afraid of what you may say
I play it for myself
Close to the chest
Without an audience
Unable to take a chance
I sing to myself
Close to my heart
Without an audience
The painted canvas, hidden
Strokes of my love
Vision of my heart
The pictures taken, focused
Beauty of my eye
Only I behold them
The prayers I pray, silently
To a deity of my design
Imaginary being
Afraid of what you may say
I pray for myself
Close to the chest
Without an audience
Unable to take a chance
I paint myself
Close to my heart
Without an audience
Irrational fear, failure
Intertwined, ingrained
Barriers as strong as steel
I close my eyes, breathe
Calm my nerves, release
Face another day
Without an audience
Means nothing, except
To those that wrote it
The spoken word, unheard
Echoes softly, until
The sound fades away
The plucked notes
Resonate in air, floating
Through the empty space
Afraid of what you may say
I play it for myself
Close to the chest
Without an audience
Unable to take a chance
I sing to myself
Close to my heart
Without an audience
The painted canvas, hidden
Strokes of my love
Vision of my heart
The pictures taken, focused
Beauty of my eye
Only I behold them
The prayers I pray, silently
To a deity of my design
Imaginary being
Afraid of what you may say
I pray for myself
Close to the chest
Without an audience
Unable to take a chance
I paint myself
Close to my heart
Without an audience
Irrational fear, failure
Intertwined, ingrained
Barriers as strong as steel
I close my eyes, breathe
Calm my nerves, release
Face another day
Without an audience
Christmas Eve
Believe
Christmas Eve
So easily deceived
A peaceful reprieve
Warm memories
A cold winter breeze
A moment to seize
yearning to be free
Christmas Eve
What it means to me
Is not the same to you, it seems
Fallen snow and shattered dreams
Believe
The time before the new year rings
and all the hope it does bring
open mind, heart to possible things
Christmas Eve
What is meant to be
for you and for me
Different paths and dreams
but tonight
in the glowing light
we bask in the memories
Christmas Eve
Some of the magic has lost it's luster
Despite all the effort we are willing to muster
The body is willing but the heart is weak
after years of forecasts, so bleak
Heartfelt memories lost in a sea of fights
No one was spared not even Christmas Night
Believe
This is the moment to seize
A memory to freeze
A nod to future memories
Christmas Eve
A wish upon an angels ear
May salvage something we hold dear
a dream of you
Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
So easily deceived
A peaceful reprieve
Warm memories
A cold winter breeze
A moment to seize
yearning to be free
Christmas Eve
What it means to me
Is not the same to you, it seems
Fallen snow and shattered dreams
Believe
The time before the new year rings
and all the hope it does bring
open mind, heart to possible things
Christmas Eve
What is meant to be
for you and for me
Different paths and dreams
but tonight
in the glowing light
we bask in the memories
Christmas Eve
Some of the magic has lost it's luster
Despite all the effort we are willing to muster
The body is willing but the heart is weak
after years of forecasts, so bleak
Heartfelt memories lost in a sea of fights
No one was spared not even Christmas Night
Believe
This is the moment to seize
A memory to freeze
A nod to future memories
Christmas Eve
A wish upon an angels ear
May salvage something we hold dear
a dream of you
Christmas Eve
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