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The Obstacle is the Way
Self-written, self-produced, self-mixed, and self-sacrificed with self-sweat and self-tears.
The continued journey of self-actualization found through artistic expression. Music undeniably makes life better; for some of us, it makes living possible. The path is clear: Acknowledge who you are, and practice the art of expressing yourself. It may not be easy, but it is both your life’s work and your greatest gift. Acknowledge your art!
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The Card Game
I've forgotten what started this game to be honest
But regardless I'm always all in, deal the cards then
Flip em over, oh well nothing but jokers
But hold up are jokers wild or no luck?
No ace up my sleeve neither
No beaters no keepers
No freecard sweeteners
Fair player, but whose the dealer?
Do I even know how to play
Were there rules? Did I read them?
Is anybody else even in
This game I'm perceiving?
Did I conceive this up in my head
How much money have I bet?
For luck and upsets
Busts and much debt
With no said competitors
Who have no wages
How is there a game
When your the only one playing
You're the croupier, you can stop the game
There is no win or loss
Nothing to prove
Put down the cards and walk away.
EverGreen Ever Grateful
When you really need someone to listen
Speak with the coniferous
I don't mean that symbolically
I mean honestly talk with conviction
Other people aren't always
Fitted for the worthy position
And the ones who just might get it
Will still insist on their opinions
The arbor has wisdom
That we didn't know existed
Until we sit with it
Against it's nourishing steadiness
With assistance in it's persistence
Omit within stillness
The occasional creak
Lilting in the wind it acknowledges us
It's giving with willingness
To shelter and shade
Fresh air biofiltration
The framework for warmth and written communication
Nature graciously sent us these sentients
As sentinels
Stoically overlooking as kinfolk
With such strength sturdy, yet so gentle
Evergreen ever grateful.
Course Correction
Am I supposed to takeover
It seems whenever I begin
Whatever is already in motion
Begins to tremble with the wind
When I'm in the cockpit
Trying to steer fearful and stiff
Shifting gears, course correcting
Through thick fog and turbulence
Preparing to land on the skids
Heading for canopy covered ridges
Can't ditch now amid tailwinds
All I can do is commit
And prepare for impact
How do I end up in this position?
I was securely intact
Now I'm spinning like whirligigs
Gripping the instructors booklet
Which is just as gibberish
If it was written in hieroglyphics
Why so ambiguous
Inhaling with shallow breath
Gasping ready for wreckage
A test dummy strapped in
An expendable lemming
But do I ever actually crash
Is there actually anything wrong
Just because It's out of my control
Doesn't mean all is lost
If I just relax, trust the flow
Notice whats fine all along
Finally conscious
There was no need to course correct at all.
Reciprocity
Reciprocity, give and receive often
That's our philosophy
Or at least it ought to be
The common theme ideology
We're not without the offering
The generosity of all we see
Someone worked long and hard
To provide the things you often need
They wrought to the bone
Worn heart and soul
At what cost, what was lost
Hopefully we'll know the toll
Ethology, anthropology
Various studies composited
Probably don't fully perceive
The level of effort exhausted
Hardships and woes
Roles earned and lost and molded
We've all participated
Not as individuals but as a whole
Billions of years totaled
Billions of years to go
Wholly easy to be lost in the fold
But you're woven into whats sewn
Loving Seeds Sustain
I let them get to it I did
I thought I was unsusceptible yet
They got me nonchalantly
I folded like origami
What taught me I might be immune
Because I got infected so soon
Full blown sepsis seeped in
Who knew the depths that it intrudes
Disingenuous cultivators
Planting the seed that grew
Into a weed an invasive species
That sullies what else could bloom
But it's not true this knot weed
Is caught in a rock and a hard place
Often only the most hardened
Gnarled vines can sustain
But in the soil there lays
In place a seed with grace
That does not go away
In the root of you ingrained
Some day it my bloom through
The concrete, the pavement
The urban landscape we've made
Loving seeds of nature finds a way.
Let Expression
Whatever is in there
It wishes to come out
Don't bitterly greet it
With resistance and doubt
Allow yourself to surrender
Which seems counter to culture
Our culture at least
Where tension is normal
But it can't be ignored
This voice left unspoken
Don't hold it in your throat
Your chest, and abdomen
Hollow it'll become
Corrosion, erosion
A hole in the pit of your stomach
Is from this unmet emotion
Your hopes and purpose
Motives and scope
Your whole expression exposed
Impressionist portrait
Evoke what your withholding
Drop the rope, pick up the brush
Pick up the pen, pick up the microphone
And open up.
Rabbitholes
We're all blazing around Blazing a trail, chasing our tails Away into rabbitholes Where hare mazes curtail Partaking in made up events With unstable clientele Creating some continuous fable To let our own charade prevail Where telltale tall tales Regaling celebrations Over some made up events Celebrating every day since Well since the day we can remember Yet we don't remember When we accepted the invitation In the first place to attend here Now each days celebration Has rendered itself irrelevant When everyday means the same As the one before it did Madness and incivility To such a severity That madness and incivility Has become our only stability We went in willingly didn't we How do we get free? When our conditioning heeds Further habitual needs Certainly theres a way out Of this dream we made up And how do we make our way out Simply by waking up.
To Be Frank: 