Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Is this
The Dream
I can’t remember
How it feels.
One thought
Opens
Yet another path
Forgotten.

Whispers
Dead ends
Familiar faces
Wrong season.
Tried to
Go back
Once I found the way
It was gone.

It seems
Simple
It even makes sense
Natural.
Rewind
Redo
Soon I will forget
What it means.

No, this is The Dream
I could stay here all night.
Once you took my hand
I found it hard to let go.

Wake up
Too fast
I keep struggling
To hold on.
Madness
Meaning
Gentle distractions
Tempt my dreams.

No, this is The Dream
I could stay here all night.
Once you took my hand
I never wanted to let go.
No, this is The Dream
I could stay here all night.
Once you take my hand
Don’t ever let me go.

Some Sounds
Echoes
It doesn’t matter
What you choose.
First thoughts
Grow old
Were you even real
Or just The Dream?

Is this
The Dream
Were you even real or just The Dream?
I can’t remember
How it feels.
Were you even real or just The Dream?
Rewind
Redo
Were you even real or just The Dream?
Soon I will forget
What it means.
Were you even real or just The Dream?

This song was originally a vocal jam to a new synth bass line I came up with using a sound I created on my Arp Odyssey. It just had a good tempo and a nice feel, so I called it the big ‘D’ jam. (yep, it is in the key of D). The vocal scat became repeated lyrics and the song became one of my first original contributions to the duo and later a trio I formed with my brother in law Ric Ahlers called ‘The Personal Touch’. Later I would use that section of the lyrics for an updated piece I called “Bookin’”, cause the is the main feeling when I drive and listen to the song. Not sure anymore what the lyrics are about. I know something about observations of beautiful women pretending to be unapproachable. What do you expect from 1984, George?

A playful look how childhood school experiences that could have scarred some students shape those that see the deeper lesson is so much more important. I was always the little guy in class and I have deal with more than my share of bullies and spoiled rich

Another example of my lyrics stating the obvious. Observations that your boss or grandmother would say all the time, but no one would listen! Even someone that makes a living gambling know you never win without playing.

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.
Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

Security, peace and the comforts of home
Seems not to matter when you are all alone.
Borders raised to protect everything we see
In the end our dreams were never meant to be.

Interstellar travel is nothing but a thought.
What you have is worthless if it can’t be bought.
Fantasies are realities living on sacred ground
Where the blinking of a million eyes never made a sound.

Reflections of who we are

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.
Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.

I have witnessed a lot of beautiful relationships that seemed as solid as anything I will ever know crumble into bitterness and hate. A couple that I knew for example, infatuated with each other. Over the years each flaw and glance became unbearable and cruel. What was once cute is disgusting. From my point of view nothing had changed. They were both the same people as always. How they are seeing has changed, not what.

I must have been thinking about the cliché trophy wives (or husbands). So you marry the prom queen or rich kid and now you are stuck with someone you can’t even talk to. Maybe thinking that the cover of the book wears thin after a while.

A guide to the illusion and power of glitter. From a distance or at a glance the city is sparkling and alive. Once attracted to the beauty, the spiders surround you in their web and suck your savings dry. No matter how much the glittery thing costs, it’s hard to take it back!

A hard and simple look at the chances most people never have, even though choices are everywhere. Even still, thinking no chance will ever really come, we continue on. Friends would ask me to do some audio gig or help them get their gear set up. More than a few were acting as if they were in debt to me and owed me a big favor. That is where I came up with the first two lines. Then it was clear that for many chances would be rare, but sadistically many are available to others. The best chances you will ever get are Barely Perceptible.