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Enmity Gauged

Posted: March 18, 2012 in Lyrics & Poetry


Feel it pushing me back again
The distant tumult creates the wind
The rush of blue isn’t overrated
Sanguine rituals never overstated

Feel it lifting me up again
A force from the center of the earth
The decision most feared
Becomes everything clear

Are you living a life you never wanted? Perhaps you are just doing what you have to do in order to fund the things you like to do?  Maybe it is just easier to stay where you are?

When I was about 16, I used to hang out after school, or instead of school, in my friends basement smoking pot.  Through the haze, the song Day After Day by Alan Parsons became more than a mantra, it is now part of my DNA.

But day after day,
the show must go on.
And time slipped away,
before you could build any castles in Spain,
the chance had gone by.

This has driven me to not arrive at age fifty saying “Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda.”  Because of this, and the early loss of my dad, life has had a sense of urgency and I absolutely HATE to waste time.  I don’t want any chances to slip by.

In my early twenties I began racing bikes.  Greg LeMond became my idol.  I closely followed his career and his advanced training methods.  I even went to one of his training camps.

Much like now, I took it very seriously.  With a new wife and daughter, trying to fit racing into my life was very difficult.  I resisted, so very strongly, the societal demands to be an “adult.”

Then Greg goes off and wins the 1983 World Road Championship.  For me the celebration ended when VeloNews arrived (yeah, in the mail) and the headline over his image was “Building Castles In Spain.”  I realized right there that I was not ever going to be a great bike racer.   Perhaps it was time to become an adult.  I succumbed – I changed – I let a valuable piece of me go – I should on myself.

Fast forward: College > Job > Mortgage > Kids > Irregular Riding > High School Reunions > Promotions > Stock Options > Lifestyle > STUCK!  More than two decades passed before I blew it up.

My oldest son just turned 18 (see his story here).  His life is full of measureless opportunity.  He has the brains, talent and drive to be practically anything he wishes.  I have refused to reinforce that he has to choose between job (work) and happiness (play).  Society will do this for him.  When he asks me what I think he should do I tell him to learn to live with little such that way he can do whatever he chooses.  Or, I say “be a poet.”   Just don’t should on yourself.

 

Chapter Two

Posted: March 6, 2011 in Lyrics & Poetry

Chapter two begins
All time is anew
A healthier picture
A whole new you

Simply amazing
in black long flowing
Exit the bosquet
with passport you’re going

The world to embrace
lost is hate
Freedom resets
as sensual excess

Slowly opening
lifting the veil
The timorous journey
unbalances the scale

With considered steps
the launch takes shape
The door is open
your future escapes

Be Here Now

Posted: January 26, 2011 in Lyrics & Poetry

Be Here Now by Ray Lamontagne

Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still, don’t try
Don’t let your heart get heavy child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies

Don’t let your soul get lonely child
It’s only time, it will go by
Don’t look for love in faces, places
It’s in you, that’s where you’ll find kindness

Be here now, here now
Be here now, here now

Don’t lose your faith in me
And I will try not to lose faith in you
Don’t put your trust in walls
‘Cause walls will only crush you when they fall

Be here now, here now
Be here now, here now

Today Is A Gift

Posted: January 4, 2011 in Lyrics & Poetry

life swings wide,
and rages to subside
With subtle intensity
and mortal immensity

Calmness mingles,
in pairs and singles
Caprice then fury and color
amaze the other

Weapons of defense
seep emotions intense,
harassing fellowes and foes
with melancholy echoes

Temporal processing,
emotion and sensation
flee by unwound and unbound
Captured midflight, entropy confounds

To these laws we attach,
with sanguine dispatch,
all manner of mind and breath
Clinging to a gift we dare not relax

Now

Posted: August 13, 2010 in Lyrics & Poetry

The world that was
is painful still
Fresh and present
free of will

Open the view
To something new
Quietly comforting
I still see you

A silent demarcation
Bangs me inside the brain
Thoughts of mine
Once were in vain

A new delivery
A new voice
Uncertain and timid
It is my choice

Jaundice and urge
No longer crowd the stage
blurry becomes crisp
and mellow with age

You Are The World

Posted: August 13, 2010 in Lyrics & Poetry

To the world
you are someone,
but to someone
you are the world.

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Cannonball by Damien Rice

Posted: August 9, 2010 in Lyrics & Poetry

I recently discovered Damien Rice.  He is an excellent singer/song writer. He has an excellent way of speaking for others.

“Cannonball”

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what’s going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed
You step a little closer each day
Still I can’t say what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can’t see what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
‘Cause it’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna scare her
It’s not hard to fall
And I don’t wanna lose
It’s not hard to grow
When you know that you just don’t know

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