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…..

Ain’t been a lot of places.  Ain’t seen a lot faces, but you see

Still can’t make ’em out.  Even in a faded crowd, you see

Prayin’ when the feelings fall.  Everybody sees the wall, you know

Run away from the voices, see. Run away to the choices, yea, you see

Runnin’ cause you feel the haze. Heat on you like summer days, you know

But just gettin’ started now. Ain’t here to fuck around

Lest you believe don’t make a sound. Just place your doubts down on the ground

Lonely is real.  It can hurt. It can judge.  It can spite.  And begrudge.  It can stain. It can leave. It can pain. Make bereave.  It can lie.  It can steal.  It can cut. But never heal.  It can whisper.  It can scream. Make a nightmare of your dream.  It’ll laugh. It’ll smile. Eat your heart all the while.  Take your thoughts. And memories.  Sample your lyrics and melodies.  It’ll lose your rhythm.  Find your flaws.  It’s your rebel. You’re its cause.  It can be infinite. Or temporary.  Or intermittent. Or unnecessary. 

Without music, lonely is real.

But when you can’t sleep, never say never

Let your mind be, ever and ever.

Call it a Divine scene, Storm in the Weather

Sowing of the Fine seed, how do you measure

Imaginary Faith calls, how do you choose

Talking to deaf walls, nothing to lose

No fear of the dark hall, the beautiful muse

No fear of a downfall, say hello to the ruse

Faith knocking at the window, breathing sublime

Where in the world do you go, thoughts confined

No rest for the ego, ominous sign

Victim of the night no, get up it’s time

So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say…….

Don’t know what else to say, what else to say, what else to say, what else to say………

Wanna tell someone else, tell someone else, tell someone else, tell someone else…….

Gotta keep to myself, keep to myself, keep to myself, keep to myself………

Is the sky really blue, sky really blue, sky really blue, sky really blue…….

Is this heart really you, heart really you, heart really you, heart really you…….

Lie my head on your breast, head on your breast, head on your breast, head on your breast…….

Your caressing my chest, caressing my chest, caressing my chest, caressing my chest……

I am lost in your soul, soul, soul, soul, soul, soul………

We wake up and I’m cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold…….

Is the sky really red, sky really red, sky really red, sky really red…..

Is this all in my head, all in my head, all in my head, all in my head……..

Why does the room fall, does the room fall, does the room fall, does the room fall……..

When there is no one at all, no one at all, no one at all, no one at all…….

To hold onto your hand, onto your hand, onto your hand, onto your hand……..

She just can’t understand, can’t understand, can’t understand, can’t understand……..

Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows……

Except the echoes…………………..

Kim Potter, why did you kill a black person?

Here we go yet again, scourge of a nation causing pain.  Silent masses leaving stains, blood pours more often than summer rain.

Who can we talk to to get this to stop? We know for damned sure it won’t be a cop…..Too many lies and killings to uphold.  Their guns, their badges, their uniforms over their souls.

A 48 year old mother shot a 20 year old son.  So sad and senseless. 

WE NEED TO FIND OUT WHO IS SANCTIONING THESE EXECUTIONS OF BLACK PEOPLE.  THIS IS ORCHESTRATED ABOVE THE LOCAL JURISDICTIONS THAT ARE PERFORMING THESE ASSASSINATIONS.  THESE KILLINGS ARE PREMEDITATED.  I DON’T KNOW WHO ELSE TO ASK, SO……..GOD PLEASE HELP US TO FIND A SOLUTION.  AND GOD, WE NEED YOU NOW.  I KNOW THAT YOU SHOW UP “RIGHT ON TIME”, BUT WE ARE OVERDUE THIS TIME.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.  PLEASE HELP.

Food for thought:  imagine BLACK POLICE  killing WHITE PEOPLE this carelessly, callously and monstrously.  How different might the narrative be? 

So much more to say………

Rain. 2816. I know you need me.  I hear you falling. 

But I am not running.  I am not hiding.  I ain’t even worried.  I ain’t even scared.

Used you for cover.  Stood in your shadow.  Watched as you scattered.  Streaming and calling.

Late Sunday night.  Dreaming of days.  Searching for myself.  Sensing the air.

Something from nothing.  Uncontrolled thinking.  Searching for answers.  2816.

Rain. You hear me calling. You know that I need you.  You know what this means.

Three years of pros and cons.

Cons: bone spurs in shoulders, torn mcl, displaced neck vertebrae, pinched nerve, potential life saving surgery, then the Corona virus.

Pros: I can still play, I can still ride, I can still breath.

LIFE.