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Dancing is the BEST! I wish it was Friday or Saturday night right now - I want to dance dance dance.

Assistance please

Visitors -
Please help me out. I need a name for the untitled poem I posted on Monday March 23. It's one of those rare times when I have a loss for a title. And no, you don't have to register to leave a comment - you can post as an anonymous person but leaving your name in your post is always nice.

Driving Through the Night

When it's all done,
and the chatter of the day
leaves you for awhile,
and only the radio is there
to witness your streams
through a
windshield of wishes,
all obligations dry up
to let your river open.
It's a quiet mind embrace
and you can finally
hear your waterfall
as solitude washes over it.
Like waves of years
you can surf
there are sights unseen
that only your
mind's eye
has permission to swim.
The dance of a thousand kind gestures,
someone scenarios and
conversation circles
all that you can remember,
loop through your spirit
like fresh water springs.
It's all there
raining in
until your ride
alone
ends.

Food

I'm back in the kitchen, cooking stuff! On the menu lately: Trapani pesto over pasta (homemade tomato pesto with roasted ground almonds) and homemade pizza crust using my new pizza stone.

strumming

I had to get the old guitar out tonight. I missed it.

when friends refer new musc

Added a song on here by Maria Taylor for a new friend, someone who enjoys her.

Thanks for the tip. I dig Maria now too and I dig it when people turn me on to new music. Thanks dude!

cafe rainsong

The rain along cobblestones
outside cafe window
doesn't wash it away
not even close
to clean or bright
or rinsed in light
just brings the streams
of empty waves
crashing to a beached
love affair
a puddle
in heaps of hope
and while I taste
the saltwater ambitions
I know there are only dreams
in the wake of tomorrows


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putting it away for awhile

I think I have to stop listening to U2 for awhile. The old and new tracks are bringing tears lately and I'm not sure why.

xx

an untitled poem, for now

The universe

likes to play games

of sentiment

plucking two from

the countless numbers

with serendipity

under crescent moon

as Coltrane’s Stardust

rains over city

showering them,

fog devouring

their shore

as they live

within the confines

of obligation

and purpose,

but a turn,

a dance,

open and bright

finds

seamlessness of spirit

and dreams of light

in music and mirth

deepened relevance

even if

for the shortest spell

ever

on earth.

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Whisper of Spring

This was taken next to a lagoon near Lake Michigan and downtown Milwaukee. The melting ice on the lagoon reminds me that Spring is not too far off.

Sounds on a Sunday

Updated the playlist - just wish I could find a decent recording of a Grateful Dead tune that I love - Scarlet Begonias.


XX

doing a happy dance

I'm going out to boogie tonight. YESSSSS. Can't wait.

tunage

I've decided to make the music optional. You can listen, or not.

scream until the last divide

How I'm feeling this week as opposed to the last few:

Real. Grounded. Domestic.

As Billy Corgan would say:

You make me real / lately i just can't seem to believe.
You make me real / discard my friends to change the scenery.
Strong as i feel / it meant the world to hold a bruising faith.
You make me real / but now it's just a matter of grace.

love of sound

Music has always evoked emotion in memory for me. I'm sure that isn't unusual.

However, my senses of memory with smell and sound wrapped around music seem to be particularly assiduous.

matinee musing

When reality strikes and it all starts sinking in, then it's time to go to the movies. I'm chillin' this afternoon by myself at a theater and I'll love every minute of it.

Wishing on a star

I'm wishing on a star that may never line up with the moon - but speaking of which, the moon was FANTASTIC last night. I laid awake on my couch for quite a while just gazing at it. Mental note: time to take photos of the moon.

boom shaka laka

Like the song on here says, my heart goes BOOM

Rain dance

The universe is playing with me again. It does this every so often. Not sure why and no, I can't elaborate on that at this time.

But at least some poetry is emerging, which is often the product of this dance.

driftwood photos

I took these photos in the north woods of Wisconsin - in the rainbow flowage, chock full of driftwood



Driftwood is a great subject for the camera. I was just told the one below looks like a gargoyle.

Rain and fog and thoughts

Ah, Saturday.

I heard this new tune on 88.9 Milwaukee this morning - while driving in the fog.

This girl likes fog

These are his lyrics not mine - but I like

...and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now i'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion

'cause if you're not really here
then the stars don't even matter
now i'm filled to the top with fear
but it's all just a bunch of matter
'cause if you're not really here
then i don't want to be either
i wanna be next to you...

Having some fun with my photos

music to my ears

I'm flippin' over "No Line"

Thank you

Paul
Dave
Larry
Adam

I'm finding amazing layers and new levels of appreciation that I didn't know I could feel.
-- like nothing before

-- Just when you think you've heard it all, or enough anyway...

The writer in me can't really describe this.

xx

senses on overdrive

So today I'm riding in my car, window actually down, and I suddenly get a whiff of that spring thing. You know what I'm talking about? It is that special something that sends you:

--the memory of getting the bike out for the year -- when you were like 7
--the slushy sounds of cars driving shiny saturated roads of winter melt
--the touch of warm sun drops that bathe lips and lashes
--the audible measure of purest riffs from passing car with open window
--the sight of burgeoning mint leaves and dogs' furry heads hanging out of moving cars
--the delicious taste of something new taking shape

one more

How could I forget, Carlos Santana?

guitar riffs make me...h__

Thinking lately about guitarists and how they have rocked my world.

These dudes rule!

• The Edge
• Jimi Hendrix
• Jimmy Page
• Stevie Ray Vaughn
• Kenny Wayne Shepherd
• Robin Trower
• Eric Clapton
• Randy Rhoads (high school crush)
• Eddie Van Halen
• Joe Satriani
  

it really is magnificent

...Only love...only love can leave such a mark. But only love can heal such a scar...

- Bono

lurkers, hope you check it out

No disappointment here

I'm digging U2's new song, Unknown Caller.

There seems to be mixed reviews of U2's new album, No Line on the Horizon.

I think a lot of albums get this kind of coverage, especially those that are transitional risks like this one. It's like the old adage of being resistant to change. Many need time to warm up to new music, especially new work by greats who have a history of pleasing most. The bar is always high.

Me? I like what I hear so far. I won't hesitate to make purchases for my iPod as soon as I'm able.

As usual, our friends from Ireland do not disappoint.