No One Else Will Do

We were wearing out our summer jeans
Leaving holes in our worn out knees

We got caught in a thunder storm
Took shelter under evergreens

We were laughing and falling
Like end of the day alpine glow

Swore we’d leave this sleepy town
Fight the current or end up drowned

I put that old song on repeat
All summer we walked in bare-feet

With child eyes, you’re so pretty
Do you ever still think of me

You’ve still got a hold on me
You’re always just out of reach

I still look for you
In the eyes of strangers I meet

If I can’t have you
Nothing else will do, no one else will do
No one else will do———

Another ordinary sun
On not such an ordinary day

Thoughts of you
Run through me

There’s never any going back
Somewhere between awake and asleep

Here comes that empty feeling again
Taking me back to places I’d already been

Is that you, I saw on the street
Awkward small talk, staring at your feet

Spoke polite, like stranger who’d never met
You gave me a hug, that no longer fit

You’ve still got a hold on me
You’re always just out of reach

I still look for you
In the eyes of strangers I meet

If I can’t have you
Nothing else will do, no one else will do

No one else will do

Fear and Dread

Soundtrack New Tattoo by Brian Duinne

Sharing thoughts, sharing feelings, sharing ideas is such a fine thing.  These connections are what friendships are built on, and if you can’t find friendship in another, then you’ll never find love there either.  People can let you down in a million different ways, but indifference, or disinterest in what makes you feel alive is the most painful.  Connection and trust is the tearing down of walls with a sledge hammer made of vulnerability

We are all so alone in this thing called life.  We need someone to hear us, to feel us, to hold us.  We need something deeper than skin and bone, we need someone so close that we share a common breath.  We carry around so much fear and dread. But please don’t let past faux pas keep you from reaching out.  I got my own funny ways, things that might scare another away. But, I’ll put it out there all the same.  There’s an art to everything, even the broken find refuge just outside the corners of loneliness.  Thanks for seeing through my bravado. Maybe you’re pretending too?

Make no mistake, life isn’t hard, nor is it easy——-it just is.  It’s what you mold it into or what you allow it to mold you into. Spin your heart and see if it lands on love. 

It’s my devils, demons and the holy ghost that fuel my powers.

I’m an old rusting train in a world now made for jet planes and freeways. Trains have a soul of their own as they rock and rumble along. I might be old fashioned and slow, but don’t doubt my veracity, cause I’ve got my sword, my shield, and my rebel wear. 

Tao

Sound track “Beloved” Jesse Cook

After a million miles
It’s still running through you
A blinding light deafening a sky of jealous stars
We knew a round love in this world of flat earth-ers

Backyard tire swing, like a pendulum of gone by days
Pool chlorine mixed with honey suckles, the smell of summer
July laid out before us like a thousand unused Saturdays

Your cities are lonely
A careless milky-way evicted from time and space
Other people’s suns drenched in nothingness
Other worlds out of reach
Physics, another flawed human endeavor
Didn’t you know that the numbers never added up

Where’s the revolutionaries
Where’s our freedom fighters
An entire population of fools staring at smartphones
A generation of selfies, ego sponges

Angry, ignorant tweets, dissonant wind chimes
Where’s this generation’s John Lennon and George Carlin
Who’ll shame these fuckers
Hypocrisy is the breaking news
Truth has become negotiable
Climate change compromising happy endings

I’m the soundtrack of pissed off
Is everyone else drunk or high on recreational weed
Democracy a chess piece for the rich
Check mate, ponds against kings

Living in virtual bubbles
No longer “We hold these truths to be self-evident”
No more “We the people”
Wall street thieves and politicians
Who can tell the difference
Divisiveness is the cost of doing business with the greedy

Your birth was not an accident
Don’t let this one precious life play out like a sitcom laugh track
Be angry, fight complacency, believe in your power
To be about it, is the way