Sunday, May 31, 2009

Wind Chimes

Wind chimes in the key of G
Thoughts arrive in privacy
Tobacco smolders with the sun
Ponder one more weekend done


-- Post From My iPhone

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Gotham Dawn




Embrace the monotonous hum of the commute
Myriad sleepwalkers shuffle in programmed
Pathways through tunnels like ants
Immersed in a sea of humanity 
Clinging to the isolation of 
The morning news or the cocoon of tune
Or the private confines of eyelids
With timid glances tired eyes, like mine
Shift the imagination into faux conversation
Steely screech and the pull of inertia
Awaken zombies into action
Stair climbing turnstile twists 
We increment and ascend into 
The dreary dampness of the city
Dodging umbrellas and briefcases
Footworn curbs of granite channel streams
Of gray matter over-coursing seams
Of penny loafers adding froggy croaks
Of footsteps to the cacophony
Of urban happenings
Progress is trading hunter instincts
For the bullfighters ballet
Forever sidestepping yellow braman beasts
In a Gotham dawn


Three Word Wednesday offered these:  Dreary, Embrace, Timid.  You should be listening an auto-play reading production, "Gotham Dawn", from the JMike Inferno player, you can fast forward if required.  If you are not reading this in blogspot you can listen here, "Gotham Dawn"

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Friday, May 22, 2009

Waiting for the Fall

Did you ever wonder why some people have it all
While you squeeze the blood stone for a drop so small
You’re sweating when the jealous fever burns inside
But you can’t hold back the moon as it turns the tide

When all is said and done can’t keep a good man down
But it’s hard to take flight with your feet on the ground
And you’d like to take those people down a notch or two
Instead you wait for the fates to bring them closer to you 

We're waiting
We're waiting for the
We're waiting for the fall

Did you ever wonder how you had it so good
How everything could be just as it should
Makes you wonder just how long this could last
When you look back and you see that it’s all in your past

We're waiting
We're waiting for the
We're waiting for the fall


Sunday Scribblings - #164, Worry.  One of these days, I'm actually going to write something for SS.  But this fits nicely.  But this is also about sharing so I only feel half bad.  I'm a little self conscious about the recording as it was one of the first I did myself and I've always meant to remix.  This should auto play.  If you're reading this outside of blogspot, you can listen here, "Waiting for the Fall" .

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Apollo XIII

Encapsulated from 
The treacherous vacuum 
Of space

Murphy embraces 
The fortunes of thirteen

In the face of death, 
Minds meld in efficient process

To optimize lunar gravity 
And deliver brave souls

Into the bosom 
Of our earthly mother


Three Word Wednesday offered these:  Efficient, Optimize, Treacherous

To listen to a reading (recorded on my iPhone) of "Apollo XIII" fast forward the JMike Inferno player at upper right.  If you are not reading from blogspot you can listen here: Apollo XIII.  Apollo 13 recordings courtesy of public domain.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Enemy

Somebody save me from myself I am my own worst enemy
Somebody save me from myself for I have no inner peace

I’ve got all the trappings that the poor and lonely could ever want
I’m not the best at anything but I’m good at an awful lot
I wake up every morning with all my fingers and my toes
But I couldn’t smell the flowers if they were placed before my nose
I often felt that all I need is to surround myself with love
To that I’ve built a fortress but somehow that’s just not enough

Somebody save me from myself I am my own worst enemy
Somebody save me from myself for I have no inner peace
The more I seem to learn the less I know about myself
Someone throw me a line, somebody save me from myself

I never know just what it is that tears my soul apart
Is it the ghosts inside my head or an aching in my heart
I’d lay down the lines that bare my soul if I could only find the time
The thing about time as I grow old is that a lot less of it is mine
I must be sick inside myself because around me all is well
Somebody help me with this burden ‘fore it drags me straight to hell

Somebody save me from myself I am my own worst enemy
Somebody save me from myself for I have no inner peace
The more I seem to learn the less I know about myself
Someone throw me a line, somebody save me from myself


Sunday Scribblings - 163,Disconnected.    Disconnected from your own reality.  Wondering how your feelings defy logic. To be your own worst enemy?  This song was recorded for the country rock act, Country Blue.  Press play on the player below to listen.  It's best enjoyed with a cold beer and a shot of JD....




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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Smoking Gun


Two voices howl into the night
Which one's wrong and which is right?
Bicker bicker bicker wail
Threats of violence in the air
Like dripping carcass from the hook
One would kill with sabred look
Nervous trigger hand on gun
Trajectory of fate undone


Three Word Wednesday offered these:  Bicker, Nervous, Trajectory.  To listen to the reading, go to the JMike Inferno player on the screen and hit play, (fast forward if you need to).

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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Bleeding Rock


Sunday Scribblings - 162 - Healing.  This song was written almost 14 years ago.  My soul was on the mend after my father committed suicide May 6, 1995.  I got the call as I was setting up for a gig in Dallas, TX.  I wrote the song about 5 months later as I was trying get something, anything, out.  I regret I do not have a recording to share with you.  I had a demo recording, but I can't seem to find the copy.  I may record it still.   It's a mid tempo acoustic blues in a drop D tuning and slide guitar accompaniment.  The bleeding rock is a play on familiar metaphors.  I was feeling like I had a heart of stone.  It's been said that you can't get blood from a stone.  I was screaming on the inside to try to live and love again.  To try to quell the anger that was consuming me.  This song was a regular part of my acoustic repertoire for years.  The message was not obvious to the listener, but it was extremely cathartic to me.

Overnight my heart was cast to stone
A man had tumbled down the walls of home
He won’t be asking why I choose my streams
He’ll always haunt me, living in my dreams
I walk alone with the family jewels
There’s only me to write the golden rules
I thought this heart of mine won’t give a drop
I squeeze this bleeding rock of all it’s got

A bleeding rock is good for throwing stones
Breaking windows in glass homes
Making good on Shylock loans
And rocking rolling stones

This rock is where I call my home
Where my dog can bury her bone
A bleeding rock will float on seas
And soar upon the summer breeze
They say a mans heart must freeze 
In times of pain and suffering 
But my heart’s flowing with the tears
This bleeding rock was dry for years

A bleeding rock is good for throwing stones
Breaking windows in glass homes
Making good on Shylock loans
And rocking rolling stones


Sunday, May 3, 2009

Adder Suns


I am tired of being tired
From here to eternity
The Adder Suns burning holes
Through paper dolls like focused 
Beams from the magnifying glass
Packing eyes like carpet bags
Dark and thick as oxblood soup 
Fill the mornings heavy 
With black hole gravity

Who ripped my Earth from its solar bounds
And skewed its orbit so?
Defy Cupernicusian law 
And pull me into you
The Adder Suns belie the moon 
And lunar tidal pull
Circadian rhythm makes no sound 
Without percussion’s tools
Sleeping Ursa’s winter 
Without the hope of spring
We fill the lamp with oil
Never more than flickering

Sunday Scribblings - Confessions?  Hi, my name is Michael and I have Addison's Disease (Adder Suns). This is actually the third poem I've published here that relate to dealing with this illness.  I offered no description to "Serpentine" and "Flat" , so these are also expressions of my experience as well.