Crypto Haiku

You buy really low
You watch it go way, way up
You go bold and hold

Postseason Haiku

Don’t always dance with
Who brought you because playoffs
Not the same season

The East is Least

Worst conference ever
History of all pro sports
Why the “King” stays East

Gall’s Law

The part you plan is simple
The chart that comes, complex
The start that evolves, wrinkled
The part you built wont’t flex

Divergence Convergence

If who you are’s not who you want to be,

Take some time to figure out just who you want to be.

If who you are’s not who you say you are,

Take some time to figure out how to make the gap less far.

Format Haiku

First there’s the first line

And then comes the second line

Finally, the third

Security Romance

A rude look and shout

A process without logic

Touched by TSA

Easter and Tax Season

There’s an old saying about death and taxes.

With both I’d like to grind some axes.

Both are surmountable, unnecessary.

Of the two, which first will we bury?

At least one man overcame death, once upon an Easter,

But even he felt compelled to ‘Render unto Caesar’.

I guess it’s progress, though.

One down, and one to go.

Good Thing We Don’t Know What It’s Really Like Haiku

It’s harder than you

Think it will be when you first

Think it will be hard

Simple Haiku

Ah, the simple life

Where survival is complex

Not simple at all

Primitive Haiku

In wistful thoughts

Primitive is romantic

Until no WiFi

 

Above the Fray from Beneath

The infantry advanced,

The artillery it rumbled. 

A Great War was raging

Even stout hearts now they stumbled. 

Low on the battlefield

Beneath the trench and wire

Stood this tiny order

Surrounded by blasts and fire. 

Upon it emerged one

Too small to see at first glance,

Not possible to hear,

Calmly speak as bullets danced,

“You’re clearly dangerous,

Though that will not deter me.

I will carry on here,

Your fued does not concern me.”

So on that bloody day

But one maintained his honor.

To choose one evil side

The anthill did not bother.

And when the smoke had cleared

A sea of great things killed,

Just one thing was created,

What the ant did build.

Unoriginal Haiku

When far, far away

Definition of insane

Must be different

Say Goodbye

Alright, time to be a little vulnerable…

I’m totally comfortable writing, speaking, podcasting, and Facebooking many aspects of my life and thoughts. But music has always been something I keep pretty close. It’s a private hobby and I’m a little embarrassed to expose it to the world.

I don’t write songs often anymore, but about a year ago a melody and lyrics popped into my head and I worked it into a song. After interviewing musician Tim LeVan Miller on the podcast I was inspired to try something I’ve always wanted to do but never made a priority: record one of my songs in an actual studio. I’ve only ever recorded them in one take with my iPhone voice memo app.

In other words, I’ve never really heard my own songs. When I write them, I hear them as they could be, with a full band, and parts that are above my skill level. I wanted to hear this song as I imagined it.

Tim was awesome enough to not only give me time in his studio, but to produce it, add a bridge, and play many of the instruments. I haven’t had this much fun collaborating on a song since my days in Second Floor Jungle (Kalamazoo’s most famous youth group coffee house folk band).

Anyway, here’s the song. I recommend listening with headphones to get the stereo effect. I also recommend listening a few times in a row. It grows on you.

I hope you like it. But most importantly, I like it, so I say success!

Illogical Haiku

Check each link with care

Defer too far it becomes

Infinite regress