Is Calling Us

There’s a blue bus in the lot

Where we’re going, and how much pot

Uncloud our hearts, blow smoke into the air

Woodstock unlocked didn’t “almost cut my hair”

Spending money on peace, just might help the war

Billionaires don’t send their kids, so what’s this all for

Plain to see from from the start, we’re all being had

War is a racket, makes me angry and sad

Goes without saying so instead I sing

Killing innocent children, doesn’t solve a thing

Turning into a bully doesn’t make us safe

After all the bombs fallout, will we have a place

We need a revolution, it’s already underway

Political leaders just point and say “HEY!”

Reconnect your brain to your heart

Look within, the pieces come and go from one part

More Than A Moniker

Check out No On Every Mercy on YouTube. It’s a new tune of mine that expresses my disdain for Kristi Noem. “Corruption,” is her middle name. I do love libraries in all their various forms and although I should frequent them more I realize their importance in society. Profit as king will exponentially worsen the communities in South Dakota. Not much ties her to South Dakota in any real sense. Her allegiance is to power and money. A less educated constituency only supports the ideology she has built her entire political career on. The end.

Irony

I saw a social media post and I laughed and laughed. It made me think about a quote Jason Garner got from his wife (I think): “We are forever trying to teach the lessons we need to learn ourselves.” The post was trying to highlight the authenticity of a certain artist as the genuine article, a real McCoy type. In the same breath it was casting shade on the local musicians in the area as hacks and posers. If you could see the aesthetic or brand this individual puts out into the world you’d have to laugh at the irony. What could have been acknowledged is that any town in the world has roughly the same percentage of people that don’t do things for the love of the game but for attention.

Haiku Nook

Keep playing music

There is no ground to stand on

This allows for waves

What is emptiness?

A hungry stomach, the wind?

Natural-grade peace

What song is needed?

Touch the core of who you are

Stripped away, just heart

Hard without coffee

Marrow of the earth in cup

Electricity

See impermanence

No ground to stand on, so breathe

Beauty of movement

Sounds interesting

Keep silent and listen ear

What is happening

A pen in hand

Drawing a line in the sand

Ocean waves erased

Forgot where I live

Fear struck me but then I saw

Flag stickers and shirts

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