Jazz and Poetry a little spot for notes & words to dance

29Jan/120

Today’s entry

C.C. Rider revisited with Woody Pines & Mike Gray

Spinning with C.C.
Riding on past
What once was done
Love is never made
It just lives within us
& once & a while
We find someone
Who helps us express it
Magnifying by a handshake
Or a kiss
Settling the chaos
That eats at the underbelly

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1Nov/110

Ghosts of October

Looks like I completely missed blogging in October. Just to slip something in I'm writing from my phone while on the go. Sometimes life moves too fast to process & write about it all. Often at these times it is stranger than fiction.

In the past month I've juggled more jobs than ever to keep afloat and found more joyful surprises to cheer my soul. Ghosts of Halloweens past brought tears of sorrow and joy along with a glimpse of brighter tomorrows.

At the same time the Occupy Wall Street movement has swept the nation and continued to whisper ideas to change the world.

I've occupied a few hotels in towns recently touring with Poetry Alive! where I arrived a stranger and immediately found a community to share resources and make our stay more joyful. It's amazing how when we all share what we have, we all have what we need. It's easy to sit back, point the finger at someone else, and complain that life is unfair. However, when you honestly step forward and share your skills and talents there's really very little to complain about. As we enter the giving season please consider this and avoid wasting time at the malls and super box stores full of "cheap stuff." Consider what you have to offer your friends and family as gifts and when spending your hard earned dollars check out local handmade goods and services from local crafters, musicians, and merchants whose taxes pay for your local community services as well. Invest in your community and find ways for your local community to share it's bounty with nearby communities in need. Occupy your community this holiday season and watch it flourish.

On that note, there's some live jazz in front of me stealing my attention and calling me to participate in the real world once again. May you find such cozy company where ever you occupy.

8Jan/090

Shifting sands

Awash in a ocean of information
more words flood my way than I read
more sounds crash over my head than I hear.
Pulling myself on dry land to catch my breath
the sand shifts beneath my feet
tugging my toes toward the edge
until the current pulls and I float back out to sea.

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