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The Bird and the Trumpet

Flowing water swept away the expression

Smooth tranquil ice chilled in the winter cold

An exodus a trampling a song

Ideas exchanged and never meeting

Meeting and never changed

The end is near

They cried and ran and flailed

But they peeked over shoulders

Hidden under covers in the dark

The earth trembling from the stampede

A sound hailing a shake-up

The trumpeting noise

Disrupting the flock into flight

Some land on the pachyderm

Others in disharmony

a cacophony of opinions

Some run counter to the rest

Never getting off the ground

And this is how

Great changes come about

A shake up and a resettling

A restructuring building something new

With tools honed over the unfolding

That went before

The trumpet blew

The birds flew

Where we land is a place

We never knew

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Some exciting things have been unfolding, which is why I haven’t been posting much.

My friend and collaborator, Rosalie Robison, came for a week’s visit and we worked on updating some songs off of the Patchwork Blue album, and on three new songs for an upcoming EP! I have been working hard to build upon the basic structure of these three songs.

I found a blank art wall at a local library branch and hung 10 art pieces there where they will hang in public view through the first of January!

I ordered some business cards, and post cards for a book signing I started to organize which has turned into a sort of poetry reading thing called The Word Garden, and I’m not sure what that’s going to end up being like, but I’m really hoping it’s not just me sitting in a room reading poetry aloud to myself while sadly strumming a guitar.

I just sold another book on Amazon today, so that’s very encouraging!!

I’ve been doing odd jobs here and there to try and make ends meet while avoiding taking a real job, but I may have to try and get some seasonal work to make it through the next few months. This is frustrating when I feel so close to being able to generate some income from the projects and creative works, but it is a common obstacle when building presence and generating sales on several fronts.

I voted.

I’ve played some open mics.

I’ve written a new single I’m very excited about and trying to finish up the production of that.

November is here and it’s a historically difficult month. This is why I hung my paintings to share out there in the world. Maybe someone else who is having a rough month or two through the holidays will gain some comfort from them. I was surprised how sad I became when I went to leave the library after having hung the paintings on the wall.

Thank you for reading.

Hope your November has some moments of joy and peace.

Appreciate you!

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Slipped Away in a Dream

Gone now

All of the clear moving pictures

While I was sleeping

Something arrived peeking carefully at me

And slipped away again

As I woke and forgot

Something important

Wisps of memories tangled in the dawn

Like the sound of your beating heart

And the touch of your hand

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What do we treat first

How Urgent is it

Who will perish

We weigh one life over another

Government flaws

Fears and misunderstandings

Reigning and raining and reining

Battles for control

Losing impact

Burning the future for immediacy

Out of balance

We will topple ourselves

The solutions are there

Outlined ideas

Who suffers while we plod forward

Against obstacle after obstacle

Built of greed

Teachers flee

Doctors give up

Nurses go

When no one will help you or teach you

Can you scrape food from dry mud

Bandage your broken heart with leaves

From a dying tree

Will you sooth the scrapes with yesterday’s cloth

Reciting verse after verse of sonnets from moldy tomes

Bury yourself now in the tomb in the ground

Cover up your nakedness with transition and transform

Dust dust walking

Ashes ashes talking

You’re almost out of time

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Can you fall asleep under the stars at night

Or will you waken again and again

Reaching for something you can never acquire

Peace prosperity home

Build it then

Don’t lag or lack or lap up the lies

Build it in balance

Be ruthless cutting down cutting out paring away

What damages us

This whole earth is our home

Let’s make it grand and natural and flowing

Instead of an old barn in barren field with the roof collapsed from rotten wood

Very dominant on the downbeat carrying a quarter note sequence on the guitar that makes you want to stomp your foot keeping tempo, with your head bopping. The chorus is very catchy and quite eerie. I dig it. “I understand you’ve been running from a man who goes by the name of the sandman”. It is known that the inspiration for the song comes from conversations writer Dewey Bunnell had with returning Vietnam veterans and their fear of being attacked or killed in their sleep so they relied on medication to fight the urge to sleep and meet the unavoidable, sandman.

I had trouble sleeping the first ten years of my life – recurring nightmares, traumas, fear. Then again at various times in my life under deep stress, or processing out past experiences. Being able to sleep is sometimes such a lovely miracle.

I’m concerned about how slow we are all moving in the face of real and present dangers – it’s like a dream where you can see it (the threat) but cannot move swiftly enough to avoid catastrophe, but we still have time if we move together to solve the most major issues facing our collective humanity, our collective life here on earth.

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How many hours spent

Polishing personas

Painting over scars and cracks

Hiding every ding and scratch

Perfecting every step and sigh

Practicing our alibis

Hiding deeper down within

Ourselves be unseen

Squelching every tender scream

Masquerading as someone who

Is balanced, calm, and true

How many lies are stacked upon

The book of truths

I see you there upon the stage

Dancing freely hiding rage

Trying trying once again

For a moment just to fit right in

There is a time of courage love

To drop the acts and rise above

Let go of who you’ve tried to be

Let yourself be seen and see

Who would love the you you hide

Who will stay there by your side

In intimate interlude you may just find

That you really like what’s in your mind

Once the past has been accounted

The present flows just like a fountain

The future then is the new mountain

Waiting for your feet to climb

Unmasked and whole filled with divine

There’s nothing now that you can’t do

To dance and fly and sing so true

Step off the stage and into life

Let go of pain and hurt and strife


Live like you were meant to do

Live and to yourself be true

We drop our masks and dance

The music has come to an end

We clap and bow and in these shadows

A new dance can begin

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My Eyes Meet the Ground

I catch myself shuffling when I walk


Down hearted

Lower than that

I am sinking into the earth

One step after another until I am there

Among the rocks

At the bottom

Of forever

The infinite is here within

Each step

Raised and lowered

Feet and eyes

I cannot look up

Until the sun cuts through

The clouds

Until I see blue blue

Reach for me

I have gone nowhere but down

The sun has pulled the clouds between us

Every day now colorless

Reach for me

Let there be color in this world

Let there be light

Let heaven descend once more

Remind me I am made of dust

Reflecting the center of my solar system

I step and straighten

Outside held up by force of will

To stand tall and be proud

My eyes still meet the ground

Begging for shelter

To not be left out alone in the rain

I dance

My eyes meet the ground

I close them and raise my face to the rain

I am quenched and drenched

Dancing and hoping for brighter skies

A break in the clouds

A respite from the torrent

To try again

To wrest joy from circumstances


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Walked a spirit path down by the river

Listening to the trees upon the wind

The sparrow and the robin and the cardinal

Swept through the branches once again

My feet spoke to the earth the rocks the mud

My skin heard sunlight shade and breeze

A symphony of sensation under a canopy of leaves

I was in love that day, I believe

An intimate encounter with my spirit

An intimate rendezvous with love

A romantic intertwining of the world around me

With myself until the differential dissapated

Can I tell you how to walk reverent upon the earth

Can words convey how to take each step respectful

Is there a way to transmit wilderness into civilization

I’m not sure, but I try

I’m not certain, but I try

We are not separate from the world around us

We suffer isolated

Meditate upon the flower or the tree

Concentrate on the wasp or bumblebee

Listen listen

For a moment understand

We all walk together on this land

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In a Certain Light

In a certain light that’s fading

I am beauty

I am grace

They send me messages to tell me

Of the beauty in my face

In a certain light

I’m sure that’s true

Age has tracked me down

Cornered me and keened

The wrinkles and the grey

The softening in between

Would some then dare remark

How my spirit shines

A spark

Or that my mind is fascinating

My humor there it seems

Well stocked and well equipped

With a smart retort and quip

Right there on my lip

Would that my inner self

Show beyond the skin

I’m beautiful within

The light is fading dying

Twilight has come again

My beauty is revealed

As the light begins to dim

There’s a chorus in the moonrise

There’s a song emanating from the stars

There’s a dance that never ends

I take two steps and back again

I’m beautiful it’s certain

In a certain light

I still lay my head upon the pillow

Alone another night

Will he see the bright beginning

Right here near the end

Will he approach with reverence

The soul I hold within

Will there be a time of reckoning

Where joy and happiness are twin

To the darkness I endured

To make it worth it

Help it mend

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Self Talk

I look at myself in the mirror

“You’re a dork.”

I think I should be more positive

And try magnificent

“You’re a magnificent dork”

Maybe beautiful

“You’re a beautiful, magnificent dork!”

Maybe without the dork

“You’re a beautiful, magnificent fool!”

I sigh, closer to truth

If not completely clinched for the day

Foolish, I can live with that

Heart open

Eyes clear

This beautiful, magnificent fool heads for the door

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