Kris

Sometimes we let life get in the way of the simple but important things…like friendships. I made a promise to myself to never feel the sting of such regret again.
It hurts too much.

                         Kris
Woke up to a beautiful morning    20180308_083200
with nothing but sky and blue
The sun graciously greeted me
and I immediately thought of you

I thought about these past two years
mortality, and time, weighing on my mind
I thought about losing touch with friends
and wishing that I could rewind


To a deck chair on a porch

and a cold pint in my hand
To a conversation we once had
while listening to my favourite band

“I appreciate their talent”, you said,
as you tried to give it a chance.
But when it came right down to it,
“it just doesn’t make me dance.”

“What’s the point of music, you asked,
unless it brings you to your feet?
It has to have danceable lyrics.
And where’s the danceable beat?!”

And to emphasize your point
you attempted to dance along
But “the guitar was too heavy,
and the rhythm was all wrong.”

This didn’t slow you down though
and you improvised some moves
Then you dropped your pint onto the deck
and it spilled between the grooves

The whole situation seemed hilarious
and we laughed until we were both flush
I blamed it on your dancing
while you blamed it on RUSH

This became an ongoing theme
whenever we got together
Lousy food was because of RUSH
and so was lousy weather


Which brings me back to this morning

to the sun and a sky so blue
Time and mortality on my mind
and to fond memories of you

You always had a unique perspective
a contagious smile and a playful grin
But you also had so much more
and it all came from within

A huge heart for everyone
and an ease to your ways
I just wish we’d kept in touch
and could share more sunny days

Miss ya big guy…you were one of a kind.

Gary
May 8, 2014

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Confined

“People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it.”
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 Confined

He goes to bed each night
alone with the ache
 His internal conflict
keeping them both awake
Wakes up weary every morning
lying beside his vanity
With a smile for his children
and a check mark for his sanity

Physical versus mental
in a battle of his pain
Sensory and substantial
is the signal from his brain
From necessity and habit
you conceal what you feel
It’s mind against matter
with wounds that won’t heal

Scar tissue and time
The confines of the mind
Self-motivation
Self-preservation
Selfishly suppressing the pain
Scar tissue and time
A safe place to hide
He
fights the pain

His wounds remain
Sustaining himself from inside

An actor playing himself
in the true story of he
Absorbed in the role of everyman
and that’s who he has to be

Scripted by circumstance
he has lines on every page
Penned for his own purposes
he is resplendent on his stage

 
A song written in his head
but needed by his heart

Lyrics intended for healing
they’re upbeat from the start
Motivation for mind and body
 Affected, but indeed sincere
He gives a selfless performance
for everyone to hear

Scar tissue and time
The complexities of the mind
Self-medication
Self-preservation
Selfishly deflecting the pain
Scar tissue and time
Enduring another day
Different roots of pain

No Ledger or Cobain
Determined to go another way

Scar tissue and time
You conceal what you feel
It’s mind against matter
When wounds never heal

Scar tissue and time
In the confines of your mind
You ascend another day
Starting from behind

 

Commute

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Commute

Car acoustics
take me away
The soundtrack
to another day
Open road
An open mind
Work in front of me
then left behind


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To and from 
The same routine
So I prepare myself
for the time between
Beyond the stop lights
I begin my day
New music loaded
and I press play

This familiar highway
Sets the scene

For rhythmic places
I’ve never been
Alone with an artist
I’ve just met
Reality
on the horizon
but not yet

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 Car stereo
An hour each way
The soundtrack
The tone of my day
Mental preparation
for come what may
A mindful escape
Just press play

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Commute enhanced
by drums and guitar
Outside of myself
inside of my car
On my own
with whomever I choose
Lost in the lyrics
I never lose

 Delving into the unknown
alters my view
The same drive
yet something new
Enraptured escape
in tunes sublime
Nothing in front of me
except the time

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Car stereo
The cerebral way
The soundtrack

The refrain of my day
To different places
I can get away
I strap myself in

and I hit play

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

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.

Comfort

She has this certain calm.
A gentle way of turning phrase
A quiet comfort attitude
An ease to her ways.

Life’s rule is seldom fair
At times downright cruel
And painful necessary choices
Bring fire from this fuel

Battered and forever bruised
Survival has made her strong
She’s fought true demons
So much right, so much wrong

 

Yet, she has this certain calm.
A pleasant view of her storm
A quiet comfort magnitude
A serenity of safe and warm.
 

Nurturing through years of turmoil
Is hard enough alone
Raising a child in her world
Grinds patience to the bone
 
She has to portray positivity
From a negative point of view
Has to shoulder all of the weight
And carry enough for two
 

Still, she has this certain calm.
A peaceful, subtle grace
A quiet comfort solitude
A gentle smile, a pretty face.
 

There is just something about her
An aura of ‘welcome here’
Her hazy eyes are happy
Her heart is crystal clear
 
 Every day is still a struggle
New challenges, same fears
You just know she’ll make it
She’s earned some happy years

 

Because she has this certain calm.
A sure sense of what is real
A quiet comfort attitude
A spiritual, contagious even keel…

 
A comfortable way to feel.
 

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