Tried to make a rhyming song Tried again to play along Tried and tested it is true The purest rhymes are shades of blue
I write a word and strum a note This jukebox is a little broke Push these buttons play and pause Pick your song and cue applause
I’ve been trying - pushing hard To keep from throwing in the towel Play it straight your aim is true Lyrics trite and auto-tuned But through the cheers and all the smiles All I see are lying eyes Tried to believe – they said it was true They said this was all the music they knew They didn’t care for harsh striking tones Don’t ring that bell so close to home
But now I’m humming a melody It’s clear and rings out perfectly It’s about this life and race It stands alone no second takes It knows when to start and swing along It sounds just like your favourite song It beats in time with my heart It’s been here right from the start
Yes – I tried to make a rhyming song I tried again to play along But it couldn’t pass the test And my soul would not rest Yes – tried and tested – it is true The purest rhymes are shades of blue…
I was never able to put my finger on it before, but I think it's that I see new and different situations and experiences as new, and different..
Many people seem to know or expect what's going to happen, from the start.. Guided by past patterns and experiences But I don't think that way I take people at face value (at first) Give them the benefit of the doubt Wait for them to show me who they are I don't expect things to turn out a certain way I wait to see how they turn out
I don't know if that's naive..or optimistic.. I just know that the alternative is awfully lowering I find myself veering in that direction sometimes; I suppose that's what life does to you But I truly hope that that doesn't become my default - For now at least, I think I'd rather be naive than numb...
Just some self reflection and hope for the new year
Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays / Compliments of the season ! =)
Not those who don't write poetry themselves But those whose souls aren't stirred by The pleasant and slightly unsettling fragrance of fresh earth The cold enveloping light of the moon The delicious warmth of a light breeze on a hot summer's day
And when I say stirred I don't just mean any passing feeling I mean that joyful painful yearning from the bottom of your soul that spreads through your whole being and consumes you for that moment however brief - of spiritual bliss, if you will.
And when it passes, you are not the same you from a few seconds or minutes ago
You are the earth, the moon, the breeze The pain, the joy The moment.
Do you ever feel that the others can never really see or feel you the way an artist can?
Anyone can rhyme Or hum a melody But to lay your guts out on the table For everyone to see That’s what art is That’s the soul That's hunger, pain, and glory As the artist tells their story That’s living your truth And telling it straight It’s what sets some apart The secret of the greats Stop fumbling with that metre Don’t fret over the rhyme Pour your soul onto the paper Pull the tears from our eyes