Arcade

Fun,

It's what the youth want.

Now days everyone is young.

My father was born in 1945,

And he still hasn't grown up.

Peter Pan doesn't really fly.
He's alone, and can't really
Quite support himself.

Why is everything a game to him?
Relationships aren't something you can win.
Like lottery numbers picked randomly,
Fortune cookies give names of future mates.

I've seen him spin wheels,
Hold joysticks, and fire missiles
On not-so-imaginary missions.
Flashing lights distract
With constant background noise.

              -We murder remotely-

My father murders from a distance too,
Slicing with fine surgeon like precision.
Joy from a bruised stick -  Memories,
Lonely afternoons on a playground
While everyone else is at a Picnic.
Father's day was Mother's Day II.

War is fought different now.
He built the Berlin Wall,
Avoiding the West for 28 years.
Now he wants to know his son?
Psychological warfare.

Beginnings #2

Colors - Blue

I've been told blue is sadness.
Have you ever held water?
The ocean roars like a bear,
And hibernates just the same.

Peace is what I envision,
Crystal blue life lapping sand.
The distant horizon blends
Ocean and sky, heaven and earth.

Have you ever held water?
The source of life - the world.
I've been told it is sadness,
Fiction spreads wild fire.

Blue is both purity, and
Tranquility... Warmth from sun
Darkness evades bright blue days
There is no blue without light.

The beginnings

This is a new idea I'm working with... When I have free time. Hopefully I work with it and expand it...  I like the idea I have...

The Color Black

I've been warned of evil
Light reflects white
Avoid the night

He came with his trumpet
The rain fell hard that day
Like a black hole
He absorbed the light

Mirrors lie
It is what is inside
Clouds break into blue

Yellow streaks of truth
Never seen the moon

Saturday Morning

She slid into my heart with all her warmth.  It took time to thaw the ice that held love frozen in time. The Past held the minds eye in hypnosis.... Never able to move forward. 

She slid into my heart with all her warmth.  Melting the snow capped mountains that stood in the way of love.  I climbed up and over to meet her at the top. 

It's the first time I saw the sunrise... Majestic beauty... A painters pallet,  passion and life.  

She rose and climbed into my chest... Awake for the first time, I stretch to the warmth inside.  A peace fell upon me, and I held her tight.

To My Love

Beauty found in a moment

An everyday routine

Predictable is not bad

Reliability brings security 

And the time changes

With the seasons

We change as the years 

Embraced with love

To distance from touch

Life is more like the weather

We never truly get it right

It's the moment, a single instant

That fills us with warmth and awe

Binding two hearts as one

Like the rising sun, consistent

Persistent to bring moments 

Of brilliance and wonder 

Joy Division

Shadow Play https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mpZUPPTyjo

Growth

Music sometimes feels like it defines who you are.  For the first 18 years of my life, I was not eclectic in any way.  I held on to the music I originally associated my identity to, with an almost primitive grip . The above link is far from where I was so many years ago.  Today, I listen to everything from Classical to Jazz to Punk... to name a few. Originally I only listened to what I considered underground Hip Hop (early 90's).

Music really does have an effect on moods and the soul.  It doesn't mean it defines who I am, or who anyone is.  To be trapped in one genre really limits us, and prevents growth.   I guess we can take that into many different areas in life... we shouldn't limit ourselves, and I constantly have to overcome my worse enemy... the cliche of it being me.

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I recently went to a Blonde Redhead concert... I enjoyed it. :) They are definitely better live in my opinion.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPXBE7cfLFY


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Finally, here's something from my past... one of the most underrated MC's ever... I no longer listen, but I still have a soft spot in my heart.  Dang stubborn man I am, won't let go of my roots.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOU5LOYvibQ