Music lovers unite!

Music lovers unite!
It doesn't have to be all vinyl.
Is is all so final?
I listened to flat black and circular
When that was all there were.

I just have the passion for the stuff.
And I can never get enough.
Rather listen to tunes than watch the tube.
Music is spiritual and emotional.
And it hits on another level.

Music has feeling.
And it's so revealing
Of everything inside.
The dark and the ugly.
The beautiful and the sublime.

Music is the universal language.
Music can ease your anguish.
Music is for all the senses.
Music breaks down fences.
Music is transcendent.

To bad drivers

Do you know what lane you are in?
You are in the fast lane.
So are you both slow AND stupid?
Did you purposely merge in front of me
To slow me down needlessly?
Or is it some big statement
That says: 'I am an asshole.'

They say driving is a social act.
But social skills you lack.
You don't communicate.
You just take up space.
Space in front of me.
Where you should not be.
Idiot!

Easter Sunday (For Mom)

Mom put out quite a spread.
For the day that Jesus bled.
There weren't no bunny.
And there weren't no ham.
But God did we break bread!

There were homemade muffins and scones.
Chicken meatballs, spinach souffle.
Pasta salad, everything homemade.
The cobbler of walnuts, sweetness and nuts
Was the most amazing stuff!

Mom met my girl.
Said she shone like a pearl.
We had great conversation.
We talked of things spiritual.
And had the most amazing meal!

Mom is modest about her gifts.
And of how much she gives.
Considering the riches she bestows.
Of a beauty too few know.
Her love is in abundance!

Our day was exquisite.
Every second precious.
Time went by like grains of sand.
Who could possibly have such a hand?
To make a dream but we can't re-live it?!

For Jim Cherewick

He's an amazing song writer.
He's a lover, not a fighter.
He is generous with his art.
And generous with his heart.
He's got an abundance of talent.

We have exchanged a peculiar currency
Of a portrait for a poem.
Whose value can only be known
By us and us alone.
And he is a genuine friend.

Jim is an original.
Never is he not true to himself.
And so many people put on masks.
But for him it would be an impossible task.
Because truth is all he asks.

And the beauty is he probably never
Expected to get it back.
Because he has already forgotten
That we made this pact.
But Jim my brother I got your back.

For G. White

He's got me flummoxed and frustrated.
His bill of sale is overrated.
He tortures salesmen with false hope.
But sales is empathy.
And he doesn't seem to have any.

He said it's his wife who's objecting
But I think he's misdirecting.
Because he asked me to lower the price.
So he can stay with the company that fucked up twice.
So either G. White is playing an elaborate game.
Or his wife is the better salesman and she's got him tamed.
 
This guy is a pestilence to salesmen.
And he acts like he's a gamesman.
But he creates a game where you can't win.
And where's the fun in that?
He's a loathsome creep.
With a load of bullshit ten miles deep.

I always stay on track

Friends are disappearing like rabbits.
Into a magician's hat.
Giving me the yeah but's.
Thank God I have music.
And my beautiful cats.

Deep inside I have resolve.
I got all my problems solved.
There is no stopping this train.
I sing my happy refrain.
Even when skies are gray.

I've got faith and conviction.
And an inspired premonition.
That everything is going to be alright.
No one can turn my blue sky to night.
You can't underestimate my might.

You can't control what life throws at you.
Only how you react.
Life gives you a fuck load of lemons.
That's a fact.
But somehow I always stay on track.