Return Empty Handed – new song/poem

A newly created song/poem.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

I was young when I strayed.
Illusions of wealth and fame.
A grand ill thought out plan.
Of running away.
In my eyes I had to run.
To take what I thought was mine.
A man with fire in my blood.
A man with an unfaltering drive.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Arrived on New Year’s Eve.
Shocked by what I’d seen.
Thousands of people just like me.
They could play, and dance, and sing.
Grew up being told I was special.
Unique and one of a kind.
My heart was crushed.
I was sold a well meant lie.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Adjust to a new reality.
Just another fish in the sea.
Accept I can be beat.
Always someone better than me.
Gave it my best and failed.
The story of my life.
Can’t claim a success.
But at least I tried.
At least I tried.

Just A New Unfinished Poem

A glimmer of sun. A faintness of shine.

Can’t ignore the elephant wanting to wipe out mankind.

Read all the books. Double checked the math.

Disregard the studies. Twist the facts.

Claim it’s “alt”. Everybody else is fake.

Provide no evidence, the victim you still play.

Being called out and you holler about a witch hunt.

The last time around it was you and your cronies with their pitchforks slinging mud.

Is this time supposed to be different? Done nothing to deserve our respect.

With each media spat, you sink lower than the Titanic.

Lemons – poem/song

This is kind of a satirical love song.

You’re always with your lemon stand.
I’m always with my crew.
Oh so many times I’ve passed.
Just to catch a glimpse of you.
Everyday is the same now.
I just don’t know what to do.
Shave my head.
Shave my head, stand in the light.
Get a good look at my fruit.

I don’t know you, but I want to.

I’ll grab your hand.
If you turn to run back.
Tell me all your dreams and hopes.
We’ll find out where they live.
Beautiful I’m sure you’ve been told.
But I’ll say it anyway.

I don’t know you, but I want to.

You’re always with your lemon stand.
I’m always with my crew.
Oh how many times I’ve passed.
To sneak a peek of you.
Everydays the same now.
I don’t know what to do.
Shave my head, beg on my knees.
Get a good taste of your fruit.

Television show idea

  Instead of griping about television anymore, I used my brain(or tried to) to come up with an idea I would watch myself.                                           

  I quite enjoy these shows like Modern Marvels and other kind of educational type shows. 

  My idea would be to focus on infrastructure and transportation networks of cities across the United States. It could be filmed somewhat like a documentary. Each episode would contain a specific city, and the hosts could interview city and state politicians the history and effects of old as well as new projects in these areas. Discuss the pros and cons of these projects. One episode could be about how the Interstate system was started and how it transformed the country. Another could discuss the subway system of New York City. 

  We could show how issues have affected the country as a whole, and we could talk about the effects on a specific region.

  Maybe I’m the only one, but I would totally enjoy a show like this. Anyone else?

66 – lyrics/poem

A new short song I’ve been writing. Heavily influenced by pop songs of the 50s and early 60s.

Just passed the arch. Urgency awaits.

Can’t believe I’m driving this far. Stuck on one highway.

My baby’s on the coast. I’m out here in the sticks.

She tells me she misses me so. My baby’s on the ten, but I’m on 66.

Away from the cities now. Headlights are on my side.

Seen enough Oklahoma cows. These towns can’t catch my eyes.

Once an hour she calls. Comforts me on this trip.

I tell her that I miss her so. My baby’s on the ten, but I’m on 66.

Time and life ramblings

My, my, my

Where has the time gone? When you’re a child, it feels time moves as fast as a snail. You can’t wait to grow up and be someone. You’re told you can be whatever you want to be. There are no out of reach dreams, just a steep climb.

Then you reach your late teens, people around you start saying to think realistically. Then comes your twenties, a time where people say dreams and hopes are for children. If you haven’t found your scene by now, it’s too late. You’re too old to still be searching for something.

As a child, I believed just about anything was possible. That we all can do great things. Growing older that “magic” of life unravels from time to time. Sometimes hard work doesn’t pay off. Regardless of how much you try at things, you just won’t succeed. At other times maybe you’ll catch a victory.

There are two quotes that I have been thinking about recently.

The first comes from an older television show:

  • Life isn’t black and white, it’s gray.

This sums up the way of the world in my opinion. Things are very rarely ever cut and dry. I feel we should always remember this.

The second quote comes from the excellent song “Ambling Alp” by the band Yeasayer. In it they sing:

  • The world can be an unfair place at times, but you’re lows will have a compliment of highs. If anyone should cheat you, take advantage of or beat you raise your head and wear your wounds with pride.

This is about all you can do. As I get older my feelings about life changes all the time. Is it amazing? Sometimes. Can it make you want to throw in the towel? Most definitely

Ultimately it is what it is. For the most part I believe you should try to find something that makes life happier for yourself. Being young and miserable all the time is one thing, but feeling more and more miserable as you age is not in the least romantic.

Anyway, I know this is kind of a long post, but hey, that’s the way it is.