Day: August 16, 2020

Here I find peace
It is here that I am free
My soul has deep wishes
And my heart wants to cry
Existence elsewhere is terrifying
There is no running through fields
Or walking along the shore line
But the searching for food or water
 
I do not like my peace
While others are suffering
I cannot ever be smug
Or feel superior to those
Who can’t help themselves
Dictators eradicate protestors
The main stream new is silent
This takes my freedom away
 
They advocate anarchy and divisiveness
We need some kind of escape door
Jazz and blues provided this for some
Musicians got lost in drug induced music
The magic was incredible, but
Led to early death for many
We were less because of it
They escaped for a moment
 
Maybe that was all they needed
They too had been persecuted
Locked out of their dreams
We all share in the guilt
Mostly we all want calm, but
Get caught up in protest
Forgetting the Man crucified
Who will bring the ultimate peace
 
Stanski
August 16, 2020 ^
 

Crickets, chipmunks, squirrels along

With the wind blowing through

Leaves, pine needles and grasses

Provide a symphony which is

Quieter than earlier in the day

Calming music is good

Everything is as it should be

After moving through the hectic day

It is a time for peace

Then it is time for supper

After we eat and clean up

We head down to the park

All hell will soon break loose

A different kind of music

Jazzmen smile

Bluesmen frown

We are happy

Stanski

August 16, 2020 ^

A lone bird flies east in the sky

It is late afternoon

What is its destination?

     Its destiny?

Does it know?

So much like humans

We wander aimlessly

     No purpose

     No goals

Just a speck in this large universe

Stanski

August 16, 2020 ^

I saw an act of goodness

Wished I had a canvas

I would paint a great white cloud

When the sun set it would

Lay pigments of caramel, brown

Along with gold, bronze,

Magenta and purple across

The white of the cloud

On my canvas

It would be my rainbow

So satisfying and beautiful

As it reflected this goodness

Stanski

August 13, 2020

My mind goes back a year

Before the Chinese Virus

Was released on the world

Back when things were somewhat normal

There were football games being played

With them of course came announcers

Who tried to come up with impressive sayings

The big one I remember is “Skill Set”

It became redundant

But they loved to say it

Loved to hear their own voices

My answer was “Turn down the volume”

We became our own commentators

It was obvious that we had that skill set

Stanski

August 16, 2020 ^

A lesson is taught

Difficult at first

Then gradually learned

It makes sense to everyone

The feeling is upbeat

Like jazz played just right

You can see the drummer smile

Pride prevails over displeasure

     Then a quiet voice of descent

     This has been planned

The music changes to the blues

We have everything to lose

What we just learned

Does not seem to matter

Pride has slipped away

We have fallen prey

     To a quiet voice

Stanski

August 16, 2020 ^

I see a dove

In a blue sky

Then a white cloud

Large and bright

Soon it changes

Light gray at first

Then darker to a

Purplish black

Reminding me of

Anarchy, control,

Violence and war

Oh bring back

My dove

My white cloud

My dream of peace

Stanski

August 16, 2020 ^