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The Answer

Posted: November 12, 2018 in Poetry
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Intelligence is not the answer,

Though wisdom certainly is.

I might be waiting for the cows to come home

But I don’t have time for this.

It doesn’t take a genius to know,

Facts are the same for everyone.

That doesn’t mean it’s all black and white

Or can be changed with a gun.

It’s often a matter of perspective.

And that makes it hard to understand.

Why someone turns grey into black or white

Without experiences of the other man.

If you have been supported by faith

Then religion can be your guiding hand.

Survive Jihads, Inquisitions and pedophile priests

You might begin to feel nothing but hate.

The police are always there to serve,

And get you home safe at night.

In my neighborhood it ain’t like that at all

So it’s safer to take your chances and run.

Intelligence is not the answer,

Though wisdom certainly is.

I might be waiting for the cows to come home

But I don’t have time for this.

All the experts seem so smart,

Until you hear from the others.

Sooner or later we have to realize

It’s time to stop killing our brothers.

Smart people become rich people,

Their answers bring cash and fame.

The poorest will always be poor; just look at them.

There’s no one else to blame.

“On the Verge of Tears”

Posted: November 5, 2018 in Poetry
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Happy as a clam but on the verge of tears.

Thought I would be there but wasted the years.

It’s not just a matter of confronting your fears

It’s looking like a fool in front of your peers.

Quiet as a mouse is not sneaking around.

Are you still there if you don’t make a sound?

No breathing. No movement, ffrrooo__zen: never found.

God Damn Innocence can’t be sold by the pound.

So where are we now?

Still in control?

Is there really enough money

To buy your soul?

So where are we now?

Still in control somehow?

It seems a little bit funny

That no one knows how.

Hungry as a bear brought to the verge of tears

Reflections in ice from thousands of years.

Helpless Hopeless Drowning in fears

Watch as the suffering spreads to your peers.

So where are they now?

Still in control?

Is there really enough money

To buy their soul?

Sometimes circles don’t go ‘round and ‘round.

Often; It’s the colors that make a sound.

Who suffers? Paid Players, Cho__zen: lost not found.

Everything in life can be bought by the pound.

Everything alive can be bought by the pound.

“What Will We Be Like?”

Posted: October 29, 2018 in Poetry
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MSK 10-29-2018

Wise as an owl

And sly as a fox.

Hungry as a bear

Majestic as a whale

Strong as an ox

Hung like a horse.

Fast as a cheetah

And quiet as a mouse……..

What will we be like

When none of them are around?

Loyal as a dog

But finicky like a cat.

Soaring like an eagle

And happy as a clam.

Nutty as a squirrel

Still playin’ possum

Silent like a snake

Climb like a goat

And sing like a bird.

What will we be like

When none of them are around?

Tall as a tree

Bright as a star

Deep as the ocean

And flow like the river.

Whisper like the wind

And sing like a bird.

What will we be like?

What will we be like ?

When none of them are alive?

Deep Inside

Posted: October 8, 2018 in My Tunes
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This song has taken a while to finalize the arrangement. It is only part of the song it started out as. Diced, sliced, edited and rewritten, I hope this first mix sounds like it belongs! Sometimes you are guided.

I will play other sections in the future.

Please enjoy “Deep Inside”

Deep Inside me, Deep inside the eye of the storm

Deep Inside you. Deep Inside the eye of the storm.

Deep Inside me, Deep Inside.

Sometimes you are guided

And sometimes you are not.

The road is long; it never ends

No matter what you thought.

The place you are standing

Was never meant to be.

Lost when your memories

Created what you see.

Pound after pound

Life gets laid upon you hard.

Sound after sound

As the dealer plays his cards.

Sometimes you are guided

And sometimes you are not.

The road is long; it never ends

No matter what you thought.

Deep Inside me, Deep Inside the eye of the storm

Deep Inside you. Deep Inside.

For This

Posted: October 1, 2018 in Poetry
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She looks so happy

From the outside, many of us do.

Sure and in control

Man, I wish that were true.

For every question

So sure we have all the answers.

Act as if we’re immune

To weakness, disease and cancers.

He stands there so calm.

No sign that he’s ready to explode.

Sleeves rolled up: digs in

This close to just running down the road.

There is no training for this.

Won’t find it on utube or Internet search.

There is no training for this.

No help from lawyers, police or church.

For every question

So sure we have all the answers.

Talk as if we’re not human

Just crazy, drugged up dancers.

You Gotta Dress Right

Posted: September 24, 2018 in Poetry
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MSK © 9-12-2018

Faded jeans and worn-out shoes

You gotta dress right when you sing the Blues.

Down trodden with a broken heart

Don’t even try unless you look the part.

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever.

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be.

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

Million dollar suit and ties

On thousands of rehearsed handshakes and smiles.

Each one willing to beat the rest

No excuses, no failure: this is no test.

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

“Hint of Truth”

Posted: September 17, 2018 in Poetry
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From the middle, each end is far away

Somewhere in-between, we learn how to pray.

In every story there is a hint of truth

Behind every lie is a mountain of proof.

It’s always during the cold lonely nights

That you find out what you’re missing.

I am missing you.

If you think of leaving or sticking around

It’s better to know what lives underground.

How Many?

Posted: September 10, 2018 in Poetry
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How many faces can you see every day

Before you start forgetting their names?

When do the streets you drive all look the same?

Who can remember all the great people you’ve met

And still function throughout the day?

Do the songs you keep writing all sound the same?

It’s not that things aren’t fun

But it gets a little old.

Looking for a rainbow won’t help you find gold

No matter what you were told.

How many repetitions can one person perform

Without their thoughts wandering everywhere else?

When do we notice we’re not even there?

It’s not that things aren’t fun

But it gets a little old.

There is no rainbow and no pot of gold

No matter what you were told.

“Following The Flood “

Posted: September 3, 2018 in Poetry
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In a refreshing wave of alcohol

Warmth flowing down my throat.

The glow continues on

While the tension seems to float.

It’s a wave of alcohol

Regret and guilt jump in

Reflections fade with each sip

It’s a game I never win.

The next wave of alcohol

Life feels pretty silly

The tallest wave of alcohol

Begins to numb the senses

The tsunami of alcohol

Puts depression on a hi boil

After an ocean of alcohol

The angry man just comes out

It will all be better

If I have another drink

I can handle it

Doesn’t matter what you think.

Following the flood of alcohol

Awake but not aware

Doesn’t matter who gets hurt

Long past the point I care

Wake in a desert with a driving thirst

Never again, never again

Can’t remember what I did

Friends look away and pretend.

It will all be better

If I have another drink

I deserve it

No matter what you think.

A Few Pictures

Posted: July 30, 2018 in Photography
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Just thought I would share a glimpse at the last week or so. These are a few of the pictures my grand daughter MJ took at the Krohn Conservatory in Eden Park.

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A cute smile and humming birds to lighten your day!

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The Answer

“On the Verge of Tears”

“What Will We Be Like?”

Deep Inside

For This

You Gotta Dress Right

“Hint of Truth”

How Many?

“Following The Flood “

A Few Pictures

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