Life

It may teach you right. It won’t teach you twice…….

Just think about it.

My motivation is now personal, infinite, for my sanity

Burning, raging, passionate, all for my family.

My motivation is you, when seeing me you close the door.

My motivation is me, seeing you like I never have before.

Anger, painful, vengeful, yeah I can go there.

My motivation is simple, what’s fair is fair.

My motivation is the earth, the oceans and the trees.

Watching a life die, weapon of a choice: a knee.

My motivation is the Universe, the stars, the sun.

Saying you grabbed a taser, knowing it was a gun.

My motivation is winning, losing, the challenge.

Restless, irritable, irrational, and maybe out of balance.

Helpless, hopeless, limited, praying that I’m wrong.

My motivation is motion, happening, strong.

The heart, the energy, the power the rage.

I finished all of your chapters, you still on my first page.

Hedonistic, confident, extravagant, decadent.

My motivation is necessary, while yours is barely relevant.

You are full of weakness, cowardice, emptiness, you know I’m right.

My motivation is my revenge, your sorry ass started this fight.

My motivation is breathing, and living, and life.

With sounds, with music, with fellowship and the Light.

My motivation is God, Spirit and free

My motivation is personal, ’cause you messed with my family.

My mind is alive so a night ride to clear the air.  Through wind and thought God calls from everywhere.  Pretend not to hear do I even dare.  Midnight comes the hour should I even care.

My body is alive yet aging but fair.  With a few more wrinkles and a little less hair.  A few imperfections of the flesh when it’s bare.  But a night ride for the ages, and for youth, and I’m there.

The night is alive with motion and glare.  It moves into darkness with secrets to share.  If you’d rather be old and weary beware.  Don’t go for a night ride lest youth meet you there.

7.20 days 7.20 7.20.  Gone in a blaze no more 7.20.  Do you know how it plays 7.20 7.20.  Not the ride or the wave just about the money.  You should know the time but its not 7.20.  It has its own place, angels and time.  Show your good face, answers to find.  Choose how you choose, live how you live.  But 7.20 won’t take you, it has too much to give.

If green is it’s favorite color, how do I keep it from flowing within me. If red says we are in control, why do we live with such foolish pride and selfish envy.

Hey, if you have a minute, please check out this classic Charles Mingus track. And as a bonus ckeck out Seamus Blake’s cover version with the Mingus Big Band. Listen carefully and wait for it…..You’ll thank me later.

Okay, okay. I have to admit. I was not a good husband for Mother’s Day this year. I ordered my wife a cake and cake bites from Milk Bar (see picture on top). Problem is I ordered them on Tuesday May 4th. Too late! They would not arrive until Tuesday May 11th. I had no choice. So I placed the order, but it was the WRONG ITEMS. I finally got it all straight and it arrived today May 14th. “HAPPY (belated) MOTHER’S DAY”………? I hope she likes it……..

I really do hope she likes her Mother’s Day gift even though it was late. I even understand if she was a little upset about it. Father’s Day is coming. If my wife gives me a Yamaha MT 03 (bottom picture) a week after Father’s Day I would be a “little” upset too……..😏

You ever have a day that you weren’t looking forward to but it turns out almost perfect?  Today, May 10, 2021 was one of those days for me. 

Very busy with a lot to learn at work so I anticipated a non-stop hectic Monday.  Could not have been more wrong.  Peaceful, quiet, steady day that went by rather quickly.

Forgot to stop for gas over the weekend so I reluctantly did so after work.  Prices are high, but there was no one ahead of me…..

I pulled into my driveway and noticed that I also forgot to cut my grass over the weekend.  I didn’t even go into the house. Left my bags in the car, went straight to the garage, grabbed the lawn mower, popped in my wireless buds,  Sirius radio and got to work. 

Checked the time when I finished.  5:20pm.

Fresh lawn on Monday.  Picture perfect afternoon. One day closer to Friday.  What more could you ask for? 

How come Sunday nights feel so much different than Friday nights? Anybody know……….?

You know his music. You should know him. One of the greatest…..