Incendiary

                    Incendiary 
Resplendent under the night sky
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Her allure, all but inescapable
She summons, then she seduces
You’d resist, but you’re incapable

Helpless, you gravitate to her
Your attention compulsively drawn
Stoked, with sensory anticipation

Eyes cast, over the glistening lawn

The faint moon peers cautiously down
A vague thought in the distance
Her will, demanding your presence

Her passion, breathing insistence

As enticing as she is unpredictable
Her intensity, pushes you away
Her warmth, always pulls you back 
Her intrigue, compels you to stay

Both incendiary and intoxicating  
She has curious hypnotic powers
Getting lost in the possibilities
You could gaze at her for hours

You find nuances to her every hue
The lick of her playful flames
Dancing in different directions
Engaged in spirited games

Provide what she needs, she exhales
Nourished, she swells from inside
Ignore her, or leave her unattended
And her fervor will slowly subside

Reminded of her precarious nature
Her sudden sparks keep you leery
Yet, beside her, you find soothing comfort 
And a warmth that makes you weary

An empty glass resting beside you
You bask, in the waning glow
As difficult as it is to get up
You both just seem to know

You rise, as the last of her falls
It is not the will that you lack
Recovering your balance, your focus
You take one hopeful look back

Spent, you find a flicker of life
Your pleasure, impossible to hide
The smell of the night on your body
You let the stars guide you inside

 

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Stars

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Stars

Hand in hand,
  slow walk to town
  Table
for two
The perfect way
to end the day
Me
and you

Late August sky,
 without a moon
Cloudless
and clear
 A black canvas
The milky way
Far
and near 

Strolling home,
guided by the stars
Light
and space
 Calm anticipation
 The night is ours
Time
and place

Side by side,
looking to that sky
Contentment
and love
A natural repose
all around us

Inside
and above

The hour late,
we lie awake
Quiet
and reflective

This peaceful night
speaks for itself
Interstellar
and introspective

Under the stars,
slowly winding down
Tranquility
for two
The perfect way
to end this day
Me
and you


Elementary

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It is no longer elementary,
as time moves on…

From that age of innocence
and its carefree pace
To a greater challenge 
and a larger place
Taking along with it
the simplicity of that age
Anticipation, for the next act
on a ever-growing stage

No longer rudimentary,
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To the high school years
and all that entails
Forming new friendships
and blazing new trails
Learning how to balance
an education, and the new
An ever-evolving perspective
and an ever-changing you

You’ll find it’s complementary,
as time moves on…

Years that work together
each with a vital role
Then and now, and next
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Experiences and memories
are the parts to your sum
They make you who you are
and who you will become

…as time moves on

Moving

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Moving
Adirondacks on the dock

waiting for us.
A porch swing, a yard 
our family…
and all that it shares.

An empty house, a new home

waiting to be filled.
Bedrooms to personalize,
endless possibilities…
just down the stairs.

Moving in

at long last
Anticipation
and the wait
Preparations
and possibilities
A fresh canvas
A clean slate
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Fishing boat by the lake

waiting for us.
A canoe, a kayak,
our family…
and all that it does.

Open waters, new horizons

waiting to be seen.
Landscapes to familiarize,
boundless possibilities…
right in front of us.

Moving on

at long last
Changes
and the new
Open windows
and opportunities
A fresh outlook
A great new view
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Bittersweet

We shall…
“walk the caves of ice…

  taste anew the fruits of life… 
and drink the milk of Paradise”… (N. Peart)

for, perhaps, one last time.



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We are…

Working men
of modest money.

We shall taste the dew
of the sweetest honey…


Our anticipation

is bittersweet.
With the realistic chance
it’s the last we’ll eat.

Just one more taste
the final course, complete.
Wondering if this
is our last,
delectable
satisfying treat.

We realize…

Entre nous, sadly
time won’t stand still.

Our circumstance
succumbs to free will.

The cerebral revelry.
That rhythmic mystic joy.
The analog kid

that lurks in every boy…


The enlightened faithful
feeling bittersweet.
T
he surreal possibility
it’s the last we’ll greet.

All of us together
hovering, above our seat.
Exulting in unison
for one, ultimate,
astounding feat.


We feel…

The spirit of radio
in this nation wide.
The holy triumvirate
is this nation’s pride.

A farewell to kings
they are our humble royalty.
For the last forty
they have our eternal loyalty…


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especially bittersweet.
The reluctant reality 

that it’s the last we’ll meet.

Live, our hearts alive
with wings on our feet.
Pulsating as one
to the closing, resounding
consummate beat.


We know…

For this one last victory
our signals will reconnect…
For this measure of three lives
our infinite respect.

 

 

ALLEGIANCE

 

RUSH

Allegiance

Gathered here on a single mission
In the spirit of audio and visual bliss
An awesome display of sight and sound
A rhythmic reunion, none could miss

Allegiance in a sea of mass devotion
Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder as one
United in song through words of worth
Swaying in unison, from father to son


Senses tingle with warm anticipation
Dedication embodied in a progressive line
A growing buzz of impending fortune
The stage is set, a harmonious shrine

Final sound check a technicality
Test, test, testing my circumstance
A luminous flicker now seals our fate
A fraternal nudge, a knowing glance

Stirring up this all familiar fire
A splendid spark ignites the room
The truest kindred kinetics at work
Signals smoulder and meet their doom

Soaring strings rip through the night
Sending shock waves to the collective soul
Shattering atmosphere with jet fueled force
Ascending to new heights, their lofty goal


The holy triumvirate, a cohesive team
Unified as one, in purpose and name
Each an extension, one to the other
Perpetually placed at the top of their game

Fingers flying with a frantic ease
A blur of clarity at breakneck pace
Cleanly amplified in cool precision
Leading the way in this frenetic chase

There is no rest when you’re this wicked
Working triple duty in double time
Carrying the beat with hands and feet
Haunting each note, the bass sublime

So much discussion about the percussion
The genius, resplendent, in his comfort zone
Signature sound from the theatre round
Pure perfection, every limb to each his own


Their powers collide with brutal intensity
Crackling notes that scatter and fall
Always landing in their perennial place
Destined to reanimate when they get the call

From solo diversions to acoustic excursions
Mindful anthems, tried and tested and true
Seemly transitions by consummate musicians
Something so bold and something real new

Repeatedly cleansing our collective palate
A virtual feast of fancy for hungry ears
Delicious memories and food for thought
Life blood nutrition that spans our years

A three hour journey inside of ourselves 
Time gracefully flies until the end draws near
A brotherhood of man, we rise as one
The crescendo complete with the final cheer         
                           

Gathered here on a single mission
In the spirit of audio and visual bliss
An awesome display of sight and sound
A rhythmic reunion, none could miss

Allegiance in a sea of mass devotion
An enduring body of work, matched by few
United in song through words of worth
A Hall-of-Fame band that has earned its due.

                                 G.G.  Oct. 16/12

Fresh

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Fresh

 I pull the second glove on
and away I go.

Anticipating that first wash
of fresh air
S
econd only
to the fresh air itself

Cold, and crisp, and refreshing.
Exactly the remedy I need.

Snapped directly into focus
and on my way
m
ind wide open
today, left behind

Irrelevant now really…
g
one with the gusts
g
one and forgotten

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The snow crunches under my boots
as I get going.

The meaningful part begins
with a
 fresh start
The same day
has fresh thoughts

Clean and clear, and refreshed.
Exactly the remedy I need.

The air fills my lungs
as I briskly walk
with my ideas
keeping me warm

Exhilarated now really…
words filling the air
snow flakes and words

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Magnetic

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Magnetic

There is a prevailing appeal
when I follow my instincts
This sense of significance
when we are apart
A persuasive force
that brings us together
It is this fascination
that grips my heart

There is a powerful pull
when I reach for you
This sense of enticement
that draws me near
An energy between us
when we’re together
It is to this positive attraction
that we must adhere

There is a quality to time
when we’re together
This sense of purpose
 that says we should be
An assurance in knowing
that we fit together
It is this realization
that stays with me

There is a healthy impatience
when I am waiting
This sense of expectation
with no pretenses
An excitement in knowing
that we’ll be together
It is this anticipation
that awakens my senses

There is a heartfelt relief
when I hear the door
This sensation of warmth
when I find you there
A comfort in knowing
that we are here together
It is this appreciation
that we will always share

There is a strength in numbers
when we’re together
 This sense of resolve
when it’s you with me
An undeniable bond
that we hold together
It is this real connection
that will always be.

Impressionable

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Remembering a perfect morning in the July of my youth.

 Six a.m. came none too soon
I was up to join the birds.
The sun stood smiling down
A brightness warmth beyond my words.
As I packed my thoughts to go
I could feel my heart pound.
I crept down the creaky stairway
Door closed with little sound.
There was no early morning chill
I was fervent with anticipation.
Striding anxiously down the road
Through the schoolyard, past the station.
There would be all day to play…
To ride my bike or toss the ball
For now my focus was very clear…
And I could hear this other call.
 

At last the dirt trail,  framed by dew
My pace grew more rapid still.
Soon I would see the brook
And beside it was my hill.
Perched there on top of the world
I spent many a boyhood morn.
While all around me life began
As another new day was born.
Sometimes I would just lie there
Studying each nuance of sky.
Imagining some world beyond
Where clearest blue was not so high.
Where every breath of air is fresh…
Where peaceful thoughts reside.
A place where discovery goes on…
Where days like this have never died.

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KNOW

Outside the kitchen window
I see a painted sky.
A wind wipes the canvas clean
and the clouds roll on by.

    That’s how I know.

A sense of calm anticipation
No more lows. No more highs.
A warm sip of creative coffee
and my entire body sighs.
    That’s how I know.

    How I know…
In the zone, a perfect place.
    How I know…
I can feel the smile on my face.
    That’s how I know.

Started out with some Melon
Took the stress from my neck
Allmans and some Humble Pie
Feelin’ All Right on deck.

Something to bring with me
An inspiration, a texture, a word
The taste of thoughtful food
and the last note I heard.
    That’s how I know.

    How I know…
I’m ready and on my way
    How I know…
I feel the moment as I play.

Nothing quite compares
to this feeling that I know.
It echoes all around me
It satisfies my soul.

It resonates inside of me
And the creative juices flow
Mind and body harmonize
    That is how I know.

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