(C) MSK 11-8-2018

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.

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MSK 10-29-2018

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.

Some of my recent pictures from Spring Grove Cemetery:  Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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?

What will we be like?

What will we be like ?

When none of them are alive?

© MSK 10-2017

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.

 

(C) MSK 9-14-2018

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.

 

© MSK 6-13-11 from notes on 3-7-93

 

        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.

© MSK 8/31/2018

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.

 

 

Letter 307

On-street-parking.  I know I will get a lot of kick-back for this one but I think we should end on-street-parking.  Even in residential and business districts.  Safety issues, snow clearance, traffic flow, and maintenance costs come to mind immediately.  I know many areas do not have much parking space for residents and there are more multiple car families than in the past.  Businesses also benefit if customers can park right in front of their stores.  But I am not sure this is worth blocking local traffic including emergency vehicles, utility companies, snow plows and the like in areas easily affected by weather, accidents, building fires and a host of other challenges.

Still, if we are planning a city or community, let’s plan on eliminating this practice entirely.  Just think how much this would ease congestion, improve safety, reduce city road maintenance costs, allow for emergency vehicles and unexpected weather or unusual events and improve the look and health of our streets and neighborhoods.

Let me know what you think.  What would you suggest to your city planners?

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!