Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My Crazy Mind!

(For what it's worth I recite/rap/sing this with a total reggae vibe. I effing love Reggae.)


My thoughts run wild till I pick up a pen

Then They Freeze

Nervous

Standing at Attention.

Retention suspension it seems

Like Art, both light & Dark

Critical and Complimentary


They love to be free
- not chained to paper
So you see, I be, my own dictator

I am them, and They make me
Not tapered, steady spread evenly

And in my mind

I climb thee divine...(reflection of divinity)

My mind refined...(byproduct; pure clarity)


For Now I can See, within me, life's line has symmetry

You push, You Pull, You tumble, You Roll

Just depends on what's in your soul

Look deep at what's in your soul

Monday, August 24, 2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Little Grace

Today is my niece's first Birthday. I wrote this song for her and plan on singing it to her Saturday for her bday party! (Fingers Crossed)


When I ponder what it is to love, I cant help but think about family
All of us together for Mike & Maureen.
And we were there when you were born; all of us up at St. V’s
When you came into this world, so heavenly

Little Grace, Little Grace, I see the Divine in your Face
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace

It seems you’ll be young forever, but you will grow up someday
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace
And we will be there for every step, Helping out along the way
Guiding and supporting little Grace

And when I look into your eyes, they can light up the darkest skies
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace
And when I gaze onto your face, it can turn any night to day
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace

And when your laughter grabs ahold of me, makes me feel as though I can do anything
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace
And when storm clouds fully cover me, your the light shining on my face
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace

Little Grace, Little Grace, I see the Divine in your Face
Please know how much I love you, Little Grace

Mister Baseball

I started rapping this in line for Coffee the other day. It's for my buddy Eric Scriven who just got called to go play minor league baseball. Scriv's the shit, and he's out chasing his dreams inspiring me daily! Enjoy the read.

Mister Baseball
Mister Bat and Ball
Mister, I'm glad to see that you got your call

Late summer hanging out
Hanging on a mic
Beneath the stars w/ guitars
It's poems we recite

Freestyle rappin
to the strummin of the strings
Fingers snapping
Playing the drum on my knee

It's passed, but man, some goodtimes we had

Mister Strum-along
Mister come singalong
Mister, it's sure a joy to write you a song

Late summer and you're off
Off to the Midwest
Playing a game you love
As for competitors you're the best.

A true warrior
Warring your Will
Out to Joliet
With dreams to fulfill

On the field, the game you wield

Mister good time
Mister rap and rhyme
Mister, put all out and you will do fine

Glad thatcha came
Not mad that you're gone
Just comeback soon so we can put music to this song...

My friend. My Pal.
You're the man.
Player or Person
You know I'm a fan...

But also a friend, a friend till the end

Mister Baseball
Mister Bat and Ball
Mister, I'm glad to see that you got your call

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Health of Humanity

Right here amongst thee, in the land of the free
Greed Supersedes all those in need
You might agree, concept flawed to me
we leave those in need, in needless bankruptcy

It may not be a civil right,
like it is to read & write,
dont mean it's not right,
what about Human rights?

And when you've lost your way
When misfortune's met your day
When things dont turnout okay
Then will you see it my way?

You dont tie the tie till the shirt is on
And you dont button your pants till after you put 'em on
And you dont play the hit till you write the song
And the night dont end till the sun says its dawn

And you just roll your eyes an yawn, and say...
Somebody's gotta be the pawn, well...
I dont wanna be your pawn, no no....

The sick on our soil, ignored, left foiled...

As our elite-elect pick-n-select how exactly t’shell-out the spoils

It may not be a civil right,
like it is to read & write,
dont mean it's not right,
what about Human rights?

You dont tie the tie till the shirt is on
And you dont button your pants till after you put 'em on
And you dont play the hit till you write the song
And the night dont end till the sun says its dawn

They say in chess, at times, ya gotta give up a pawn...

There's an order of Operations...
It dont take no fancy calculations
We just need to take of the sick..
In Our proud Nation, In this proud Nation...

Go and turn your back to strife,
you'll survive, but see, to me, it's more
Its another human's life

Your (socialist) paranoia,
t'change, thrown 'round like loose change,
ya know, It might just destroy ya.

But Please, for me, just try to see, Please just ponder the plight
Cuz Madam & Mister we're all brothers and sisters
Health care (to me) should be a HUMAN RIGHT!

How can we just sit there and watch, watch it like the clock,
calm, As one of our own, alone, sits there and rots
How could we just watch and stare, stare indifferent at care,
apathetic, As one of our own, sick alone, seeks treatment with prayer

And when you're in need of care, go and care away
Left dying, wondering if Heaven's got a co-pay

You dont tie the tie till the shirt is on
And you dont button your pants till after you put 'em on
And you dont play the hit till you write the song
And the night dont end till the sun says its dawn

But you just roll your eyes and yawn....

Sure call me a socialist, As we stand together on this socialist encroachment
Ya know, the road, our road, the same road, both leading us home
Pick up a phone and call someone in the know

How 'bout moral accountability, for us to live civilly
We're only as strong as our weakest link
You point to financial burdens, and how things will worsen
Get Worse? Is that tongue in cheek?

Funds are ample, says our budget for Bombs
bombs, come before health?
Sleep shade Blinders on, go on and singalong,
Killing, killing in stealth

How 'bout bombing the system...?
Ya know, "the system," the system that missed ya

It may not be a civil right, but what about Human rights?
Since when's a life not a life? For real, is a life now not a Life?

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

MJ

Here's my ode to MJ I wrote a few weeks back. It's okay, not great.

Michael Joseph Jackson
Your name to be echoed Forever
Dance moves Defying Gravity
Feet made of Feathers

Top of your Toes
Yelling a Squeal
Hat Tossed post spin
Site so Surreal

Flawed all the same
Lord knows he had demons
Childhood amiss
For this young singing phenom

Ya know I’ve sung all your songs
I've Moved to your groove
Done the Robot & Moonwalk
Mimicked every dance move

The King of Pop
The Entertainer so Divine
You Changed Music Overnight
Like Jesus w/ Water & Wine

At “Motown 25”
In Nineteen Eighty Three
You Shocked the whole World
Changed the Entertainment Industry

“Yesterday, Today, Forever”
Displayed Dance moves never seen
Debuting the Moonwalk
While performing Billy Jean

Inducted two times
Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame
13 number one hits
A career of acclaim

The Jackson 5
w/ Marlon, Tito, Jack & Jermaine
And You the Star
Center of the Stage

No time for a childhood
You’re a victim too
Abused by Joe
But your actions I won’t excuse

(off to)

Never Never Land
Starring Peter Pan
His life you lived
With one glove on your hand

Taking off from Gary
With Adolescent Demands
Waiving that sparkling glove
To adoring fans

Never growing up
Your Life a Fantasy
Face Plastique
Via Rhinoplasty

Skin Bleached White
PR Blunders
Thoughts behind your actions
We would wonder

But an MTV mainstay
“Bad” & “Smooth Criminal”
“Dirty Diana” & “Thriller”
All unbelievable

“Off the Wall”
Simply Fantastic
Dead at age 50
New so Tragic

You're Far From Perfect
I have to say
But I won’t overlook
the Philanthropy in your name

You’ve supported many causes
Made umpteen donations
All profits from the Dangerous tour
Went to the “Heal the world Foundation”

Neurotic No Doubt
Obscurely Eccentric
Dressed up in Costumes
And in Jewelry so expensive

Faux Cast
- Wind Machines
Excessive awesome
- Every theme

Egyptian to Gangster
Leather to Love
Zombie to a Mirror
Signature Sequined Glove

Though it’s all over now
The show’s finally come to a Stop
But to the World you will always be
"The King of Pop"

Thoughts Meet Paper

I wrote this one yesterday afternoon. I think b/c I've almost felt paralyzed by all of my unfinished writing, both on this blog and in my various notebooks. Anyway, this ones okay so I'll throw it up on the blog.


Too many thoughts on my mind
Cant keep Rhythm, I cant find my rhyme
Head be damned, Thoughts in a Jam,
Slammend on a overload,
Where my thoughts call home.....ya know they just might explode.....

But to alleviate my anxiety
I breathe deep & quietly
Long & steady not short & violently

I need to find my center
I need to find the ground
I need to find my purpose
I need something profound
I need too much
I need to be content
I need to need less
Needing is wreck-less
I need no blind fold
I need to see
Needing lends a faux halo
And I only need me


Moral attachment extend and imaginary Vail of attraction to which we desire!!!
(to which we desire!!!)

Inside I'm:
A burning FIRE
A tight rope Wire
A Towering Spire
With a heart made of briers!

Inside I'm:
A cold faced liar
A man you'd admire
A man you'd hire
And a man you'd fire

And I'm inspired
By a being who's higher
by a man who's retired
or the singing of a choir

You know I'm dire
Filled w/ muck and mire
too much attire
Feeling like I might expire

I need to find out why, why I'm still here
I need more in this life, then to just persevere
Maybe for a while I should just disappear!
My escape, will help me engineer?


My greatest obstacle is still my fear......



Okay that's all the rapping for now, I'm sure I'll change this a few times. I always do.