And Still…
Expansive in its beauty, raging in indifference
The throttles of existence pressed to the full
while smiles emerge, retract and slither
A fragrance, or odor, of the kind of success
that nightmares are made of
And still…life.
Lit by poor parchment and cheaper labor
Something in the water
Veneers can’t even try to hide stains
that everyone has paid for
How many portraits of nature do they buy, anyway?
And still…life.
Pursuit
The dream breathes
Holds me rapt
Electricity of proximity
Pain of distance
Strategy, preparation, execution
Love of effort
Some to wait
Gift of now
A peaceful rest
Where Am I?
Where am I?
Still finding out much fear
Still no crossing the gap
The next chapter
Up, well, well-loved
Sickness, poverty, persecution
Held up outside the fortress
Why the stir inside?
New terrain lies unconquered
A better doer to emerge
A better earner
A better child
Trusting, loving, and leaving
Wait to be a fighter
It could be any day
The walk up to the peak
From where I am
In The Gray
In the gray we exist
Till pathways cross
Handshake smiles
Retreat for the defense
The battle
Necessary
Forsaken unity
Fake unity
Trembling in aftermath
Proud, ashamed
Soldiers with clouded eyes
The good fight fought
Space For Dreaming
There is space in her eyes for dreaming
A homecoming with every glance.
Just a stone’s throw from more to come
And right-now’s, with hands in pockets.
Clouds
When clouds hold back the sun
Colors hold their rest
And reassigned to dreamers’ dreams
They find a stronger love
An underdog stands, proudly
So many summer sunbaths
Put on hold
For a moment, and moments for
Some introspection
In a dimmer light
A dreamer finds his future
I am white with loathing
Curved lines of aggression branch out before me
The self-culture brings me to mind…
I am dark in regret.
What I need is immersion
Not another diversion
I want to drink the salty water
The deep.
What I have is to do
What I am is to be
Anger drives the madman’s car
And the lanes are never-ending.
Complain and find nothing
Yell and scream at a deaf whirlwind
Yeah, that helps mankind
I know so much.
Another Blog
This is my new blog called ”…And Cake On Sunday.” Why another blog? I guess I just decided that I wanted to share the musically-related stuff that happens in this musician’s life. Why the blog’s title? Some of you would know this but I tend to celebrate the end of a week of hard work with a cake.
I’ll probably keep posting on “watcherslife” as well, but less on the music stuff.
Thanks for reading. Merry Christmas.
Time For A New Toy
Usually, at this time of year, I find myself planning how to spend wisely on gifts and for celebrations. Nothing different this year on that front, but I do find myself with a little extra cash from the sale of my old truck and I have decided to break down and buy a new item or two for my drum inventory. I’m not “buying gifts for myself,” I’m “investing in my career,” but it is likely I will hear more than one voice referring to my acquisition as a “toy.” It goes with the territory.
It looks like it’ll either be a new snare drum (a classic Ludwig Supraphonic?) or a couple of cymbals. SO much to consider when money is an object…
