Tuesday, July 15, 2014

God

Where is God?
Is she asleep?
The world is on fire...
Where's the Shepard of the sheep?
Please tell me she's not dead.
Ignoring the voices in my head.
Maybe she's playing bridge in a galaxy far away.
Leaving us to our devices, until the end of days...
Perhaps she's tired of false confessions, and frivolous prayers...
Maybe it's that she just simply doesn't care...

Friday, July 11, 2014

Me around

The fire that this town can see is me a light in effigy …
I suppose baby don’t want me around…
She threw my stuff into a pit; and laughed a lot as I dove after it…
I suppose baby don’t want me around…
Is this a place you want to be; out of the woods; out of control?
And is it really only me that never gets here with you?
She changed the number, and changed the lock…
A rubber door in case I knock…
I suppose baby don’t want me around…
Looking up your balcony, by the light of the moon I will be…
I suppose baby don’t want me around…
The stars above me are not real…
They are the sparks of smitten steal…
I propose the forger is making that sound…
I suppose baby don’t want me around…

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Sanity

What is sanity anyway? Is it some antiquated notion of normalcy? Is it the cookie cutter idea of social conformity? Who is to say someone is insane? I guess they learn that within the confined, disconnected halls of academia, as they hand out doctor degrees on a greased conveyor belt... And they call me cynical... With the world on fire, and society collapsing into the iPhone abyss, where is that once clear line between the insane and the righteous? Never mind me. I'm on a rant. Pondering and getting ever closer to subscribing to the cards in useless magazines.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Dream


I try to be magnanimous towards the insanity in which I find myself entrenched. I try to be the rock in this flimsy world. I Float high above my hospital bed. I see tiny lights surrounding me as I drift peacefully into the still nothingness. I fly high above this tyrannical fascist world, onto a plain where there is no war. Lies swirl around my head like annoying, little fucking mosquitoes, sucking droplets of sanity with each unassuming bite. The truth shines in the distance, blinding me with its self-righteousness. Doubt infiltrates my placid thoughts, and I'm thrown into triumphant obscurity. As I begin my decent through the warm summer sky, I hear the ringing of a phone. I awaken in my own bed... It was all but a dream. I could use a drink about now, and try to figure out what all of this means, or I could go back to sleep, and simply dream another dream....

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Summer day


I walk out into the punitive sun. I feel its stinging rays burn my skin...
Just then a sudden storm appears.
The rain washes away all of my sins...
Steam rises from the hot ground as the storm goes on its way...
The sun appears from the cloak of gray...  Just another summer day....

Friday, June 13, 2014

Father's Day


     I used to own a 1969 VW bus. We used it to transport our band equipment from gig to gig. It was a typical hippie bus complete with tie-dyed curtains, and the embedded smell of pot smoke that permeated every part of the tattered insides. Clearly this old bus had seen better days, but it usually got us to where we needed to go.


     One extremely foggy Friday night, we embarked on a short seven mile trek to a little hole-in-the-wall bar. We loaded the bus with amps, drums, and huge speakers. I got in and depressed the brake pedal. It went to the floor. I had no brakes. With the exceedingly thick fog and no brakes, it looked like our little gig would be cancelled. Enter Dad with his glass of whiskey and Coke.

     As to not jeopardize my life, or the potentially missed wages of roughly 16.00 a piece, he decided to take matters into his own hands. After all, who better than a slightly inebriated father/sound man to get our cargo to the show? Fog? Bah! No brakes? Bah! He had been driving these mountain roads longer than I’ve been alive. So he climbed in the driver’s seat, with drink still in hand, and we proceeded to the gig. Visibility was about 12 inches and it was getting dark.

     Eventually, we had to stop and take a hard right turn. With no brakes, we made this turn at approximately 20 miles an hour. Needless to say, the bus turned over on its side. Dad fell on me, and we both climbed out the driver’s side door. My uncle came to the rescue with his tractor. We hooked a chain to the bus, he pulled it back on its wheels, and we proceeded to the show. We finally made it, and the show went off without a hitch.

     That’s one of a thousand stories I could tell about my dad. We didn’t really see eye to eye on most things when I was growing up, but as I got older, I learned to appreciate his experience and wisdom. We got extremely close when I moved in with him while separated from my wife. He was going through a divorce at the time, and we bonded for that year. We drank away our sorrows every night, played pool and darts, and generally had a good time. I really miss the pool games.

     This father’s day, please remember your dad. I would give anything to just play one more pool game with my dad. Cherish him, because he won’t be around forever. Today is June 13th. My dad died on this day three years ago now. His memory is still fresh in my mind. I still think of him daily. Father’s Day is Sunday. If you still have a father, please let him know you love him. Let him know how special he is in your life. Let him know that you are thinking of him.

Happy Father’s Day.

In memory of dad.

RIP James S Hoover

5/25/47- 6/13/11

Friday, June 06, 2014

Golf




Maybe I'll go to the driving range this afternoon. Hit a few. Oh that's right. I have a chronic pain in my back... Maybe I'll go home and have a beer; maybe watch a hockey game.I keep forgetting the storm knocked out the cable last night. Maybe I'll get into a profound conversation with the wife.I keep forgetting she's not happy with me. Maybe I'll die in obscurity. No songs about me will be written. Maybe I'll just fade away... I guess I'll postpone the golf game... Save it for another day...

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I am student of life, poet, writer, musician, and a part-time philosopher. I have a wife, four daughters, a son in college, and a small dog...