A year and eight days ago I sat with my graduating class. All dressed up in caps and gowns, ready to enter the world. I was tickled by the coincidental timing. The day I was born was to be the day I was set free to live my own life. It was ever so slightly intimidating, scary and ... unknown.

And there we sat, listening to a friend solo on his sax to the national anthem. We all heard the bad note he was making up for, but it didn't matter. The one sour note only reminded me of our rehearsal. It was nothing like what I expected a rehearsal to be. Instead of parading us around the gymnasium, we sat and listened to one of the wisest statements I've ever heard.

"This is your day. Who cares if you trip, or stumble on stage. Have fun and be proud of yourselves."

Now here I am. A year older and hopefully a year wiser. Sadly, it wasn't until eight days ago that I realized the value of those words spoken. Amidst trying to build my career, get a house and hopefully one day meeting someone truly special, each day from that day has been mine. I will trip and I will stumble on stage. I will hear many sour notes, but with them will come great improvisations that will sing "I made a mistake but I'm living life to the fullest!"

I will try not to forget that, and I hope no one else does either.

Happy one year anniversary MTU class of 2008!

Searching

The one who walked passed
at the store
looking for the cosmetics.

Perhaps it's the girl
at the gas station counter.
The one who walked to work
in the freezing weather.

Or even the bartender,
while already busy with her chores.
Maybe she will ask.

Are you okay?

And maybe with her
I will feel
confident enough
to say

No.

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Another oldy. That one's back from January.
A little gloomy but it's better than not posting right?

Bad Dream

I had a bad dream
The other night
my baby was crying
I didn't know how to make things right.
When I tried to hold her
she pushed me away
and anything I mentioned
was the wrong thing to say

Don't leave me honey
it was only a bad dream
don't leave me baby
it's not as bad as you make it seem

I woke up in the morning
and her bedside was cold
she had left in July
that was all I was told
had no reason without her
to go on with my day
so I reached for the whiskey
and drank the bad dream away

Don't leave me honey
it was only a bad dream
Don't leave me baby
it's not as bad as you make it seem.

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An old bit I wrote in December. It was an attempt to
get some words to try to practice some blues scales to.
Never really got anything down musically, and I
can't sing when I play :)

Now let's see if I can dig anything else up