Some of my recent pictures from Spring Grove Cemetery: Enjoy!
Happy Halloween
Posted: October 31, 2018 in HolidayTags: #blog, #Halloween, #life, #personal, #photography, #travel, Art, Camera, Cemetery, Fall colors, pictures, Tombstones
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“What Will We Be Like?”
Posted: October 29, 2018 in PoetryTags: #blog, #conversation, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #question, #questions, #science, #truth, #writing
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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?
What will we be like?
What will we be like ?
When none of them are alive?
Deep Inside
Posted: October 8, 2018 in My TunesTags: #audio, #blog, #conversation, #creativity, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #media, #music, #opinion, #people, #personal, #poetry, #truth, #writing
© 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.
For This
Posted: October 1, 2018 in PoetryTags: #conversation, #creativity, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #notes, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #politics, #question, #truth, #work, #writing
(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.
“Hint of Truth”
Posted: September 17, 2018 in PoetryTags: #inspiration, #life, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #question, #truth, #writing
© 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.
How Many?
Posted: September 10, 2018 in PoetryTags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #questions, #travel, #truth, #writing
© 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 To City Planner Series #3
Posted: August 21, 2018 in Opinions and ObservationsTags: #conversation, #driving, #family, #life, #notes, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #politics, #question, #travel, #truth, #work, #writing
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?
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A Few Pictures
Posted: July 30, 2018 in PhotographyTags: #blog, #family, #inspiration, #life, #media, #personal, #photography, #travel
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.
A cute smile and humming birds to lighten your day!
You’re In Love
Posted: May 1, 2018 in PoetryTags: #conversation, #creativity, #family, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #questions, #truth, #work, #writing
If in the back of your mind © MSK 5-1-2016
You just can’t’ stop thinking about it.
You’re In love.
If you would risk everything
For another five minutes.
You’re In love.
Their eyes hold the answers
It will take you years to learn.
You’re In love.
When the simplest touch
Sends tremors to your core.
You’re In love.
How do you know?
What’s only spoken of?
How long can you deny?
You’re In love.
Because all it takes is a look
And you can’t help but smile.
You’re In love.
The outside world ends
When they call your name.
You’re In love.
How do you know?
You’re In love.
When will I know?
You’re In love.
Can you still deny?
You’re In love.
Here are the reasons why
You’re In love.
Their eyes hold the answers
It will take you years to learn.
You’re In love.
When the simplest touch
Sends tremors to your core.
You’re In love.
Because all it takes is a look
And you can’t help but smile.
You’re In love.
The outside world ends
When they call your name.
You’re In love.
Unknown losses
Posted: April 17, 2018 in Opinions and ObservationsTags: #conversation, #family, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #photography, #politics, #question, #questions, #science, #truth
I drift in thought again as I look out the home office window. I send my wife a text while she is at work. “… odd seeing daffodils and green grass with heavy snow fall mid-April ….”
For decades we have been feeding corn and seeds to the local white-tailed deer that live in an ever decreasing amount of free land near our house. They have flourished here for many, many years. I used to think they would be here long after I die. I fear now that they will soon be forced out or killed and will no longer stop by in the spring after giving birth to their young. Each generation bringing their new-born to our picnic tables. We recognize familiar ones and watch them grow: then disappear.
We have witnessed within the span of a generation urban sprawl and light pollution making stars all but invisible. My new grandson will probably have to travel many miles as a man to see constellations light up the night sky. So few in his generation will actually see the Milky Way – from Earth.
So much beauty and wonder reduced to vague dreams or myths heard only in old folk’s tales. How many wonderful things will will soon be gone forever? Maybe worse; people will not even know what has been lost.
