Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Though it may appear that I have vanished, I shall fracture the blogospherical noise-floor with the sounds of Silence...

Silence is the deaf man’s call
The forest tree before it falls
It separates us one from all
An imp inside a tower wall

Drifting dense as morning fog
It casts its dew upon the log
Shrouds the meadow and the bog
A shrinking tail of polliwog

Silence is a muted choice
Sunlight warms the shroud and hoists
A founding wall upon the joist
And so from heaven, find our voice

Three Word Wednesday offered these: Fracture, Noise, Vanish

Friday, August 7, 2009

Call Me Son

So this Sunday Scribblings - New, is for Laini, is for expecting a baby. Congratulations and best wishes, Laini! My offering for new is in keeping with new life. I wrote this song ten years ago. It was written for my son a few weeks after he was born. I wrote it from his perspective, or at least how I imagined it. While he was "in utero" I would talk to him. Of course, to the casual observer I was talking to my wife's stomach. He would get a bit excited and kick and move (which probably explains why he is now a drummer!).

This had me wondering what it must be like to be him at that moment and subsequently joining the rest of us in our cold harsh world. That is the point of reference in the song.

I'm just an alien in this world
I know not where I come from, nor why I'm here
You are somehow not a stranger to me
You are a voice in this darkness I call home

I was dreaming conscious when I came
I have been waking slowly since that day
Although my eyes were open I just now start to see
You call me Ian Michael and that is who I'll be

I heard someone call me Son
I know I am not the only one

You are more than just a man to me
For I will call you father if you should choose to be
We are more than actors in this scene
You must be my teacher of what life means

I heard someone call me Son
I know I am not the only one
Call me son….

Call Me Son, should auto-play via the player below. If you are not reading from Blogspot, you can click the link in the previous sentence.


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

A Summer Moon

Summer's highest moon is nigh
Accentuate a shadow sky
Glamour lights the lions den
Balance pitch to Us and Them

-- Post From My iPhone

Three Word Wednesday offered these: Accentuate, Glamour, Pitch

Notes: "Us and Them", courtesy of Pink Floyd. (Click the link in the stanza).

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

One Word: Humid

In the humid apex of summer we languish
Taking days in stride, pacing ourselves
From shaded vantages we sense the rotating cicadian drone
The undercurrent of life shifting compost in the dew