Dark Side of the Road

Dark Side of the Road

(Apologies to Bob Dylan)

“Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright” speaks to me……..

I am going through changes in my life

Some good, some suck

But change is good for me

My music speaks to me every day

Just trying to understand it all

And I’m not there yet……

Some don’t understand how IMPORTANT music is to me

So be it…….

I will NOT change that…….I can’t

But change is coming……..

Going home or coming home?

That has yet to be determined……..

I have fallen out of your good graces

And that is my fault, not your problem

TWO CREEKS DON’T MAKE A RIVER

TWO CREEKS DON’T MAKE A RIVER

Waters flow naturally

In the hopes of meeting

The larger frontier

They just meander aimlessly

Collecting secrets from the surroundings             

And taking them forward to the next realm

Life is sort of like those creeks

Its wanders around

Looking for the right path

The creeks either come together            

With a common goal      

Or they put more ground between them

Ultimately they come to terms

Come together or part

But they always continue to flow……..

I Took a Walk Today

I Took a Walk Today

The sun was rising and the birds were singing their early morning songs.

It was beautiful.

For many years I have been trying to clear my head.

I have changed in so many ways……

And most changes are not good for me or anyone else in my life

Why is it that I long for change in this world?

Change to finally accept people as people

Regardless of how they choose to live their lives……..

And yet I am unwilling to change myself?

Stubborn?  Yes!

Ignorant?  Yes!

Troubled?  Yes!

Giving up?  HELL NO!

It is with this non-rhyming poem

That I hope to read each morning

Before I make another bad decision

And listen to my music for quiet meditation at home

Another Summer Fades With August

Another Summer Fades With August

August seems to be a month for transitions

No holidays, no special occasions……just August alone

We move into another season

As she struggles with the changes

Forced on her every year

Kids return to class

Parents adjust to schedule changes

Birds begin to prepare for cold

We have become a world of pain

Wars rage, people starve, the planet changes

And yet we move on

I do see hope in all this mess

Hope that there is always hope

It’s all we have left

Music takes me home everyday

A magical path out

That never fails me………