You buy really low
You watch it go way, way up
You go bold and hold
Tag: Sunday songs and poems
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!