Keep Writing

Keep Singing
Keep Playing
I am reminded to find some peace
Assured that it's all okay
Trying not to force these things
As it has to happen naturally
We stopped controlling things the day we let it go
And we have to still practice letting go
We cannot control so many little things

The little noble things
Walking with so little life left
I guess I'm seeing symbols and meaning where there doesn't need to be
But I still feel sad.
I still feel the mourning.
A life could not be saved.
He was supposed to stay with me for much longer than this.

Sweethead sing about turning their backs on a loaded gun.
Those times were fun despite the fighting.
And we could have done so much more fun
But we too turned our backs on the loaded guns.

Silly little childrun.

The Wrong Place and a Timely Death

I'm in the wrong place
Dying an untimely death
Mornings are a hustle b of emails and madness
and who's who on the other end

In few hours in, I should be composing
Singled out ideas, writing and supposing
But instead I'm hear tedious and imposing
the world of education
measly. fear and loathing
of the parents of a past generation
non supportive
hold on to your day job is the saying
it still after 20 some odd years
painfully staking
striking and hating
it doesn't encourage the painting

I hate you I want to scream at the top of my lungs
I hate the fear you've instilled at the back of my throat
I hate you for you're simple ways
Divided and angry
I want to walk away from a family you just won't get it
Won't ever support it
Who even in my rebellious way I am still trying to push away
I hate you and your view points.
They got me to this point today
And I'm not doing what I want to be doing.
I have to stop doing what you say.

Year of the Rabbit

The music comes back to haunt me
But in a sweet way
I wonder if I'll ever be writing and playing like I'd wanted
Yet I see I've done a lot
More than I had thought I would
There may be more to come
Some songs are left unfinished
Some songs are left unsung
Some projects I left behind
Though I could definitely guide and ride along
as I see the fans are growing.

Or I could hop
Like the Year of the Rabbit
might.
And drink from morning to night
Like Charles Bukowski might
and write.
That would be nice.
Living in safety is not living, some say
but it's better than fighting for your life.