If men
Don't want to fight,
Then why do we build weapons?
And if indeed they want to fight,
Why?
Mar 15, 2011
I want your love (untitled)
I want your love
I want your attention
Your kindness feeds something in me
I am a hungry little bird, wanting more, always more
A touch fulfills
yet creates more need
leaving a bigger hole
When you notice me
I want you to notice me more
When you are caring
I want you to take care of me
I want you to be me
I want you to be my adult who takes care of me
I want your attention
Your kindness feeds something in me
I am a hungry little bird, wanting more, always more
A touch fulfills
yet creates more need
leaving a bigger hole
When you notice me
I want you to notice me more
When you are caring
I want you to take care of me
I want you to be me
I want you to be my adult who takes care of me
I like to hear the sounds (untitled)
I like
To hear the sounds
Of nature in the Spring.
It makes me feel peaceful and
At home.
To hear the sounds
Of nature in the Spring.
It makes me feel peaceful and
At home.
Prophet's Lament
Who?
Me?
No, Lord.
I don't want to.
I'm scared.
Share myself?
Share that?
It's too hard.
I can't.
But I have to.
I can't say no to you.
To lose you
would be the worst of all.
Yes, Lord.
I will.
For you.
Me?
No, Lord.
I don't want to.
I'm scared.
Share myself?
Share that?
It's too hard.
I can't.
But I have to.
I can't say no to you.
To lose you
would be the worst of all.
Yes, Lord.
I will.
For you.
The Song of a Little Bird
Sing little bird sing,
It makes the world seem better.
Sing your little song
And the world will sing along,
And our troubles go away.
It makes the world seem better.
Sing your little song
And the world will sing along,
And our troubles go away.
Poem for Bob Walkenhorst
(This poem was written in 2005 and is now out of date in many ways.)
In the year 2002 I went and took a wee short trip
Up I-29, to the town of St. Joseph.
I discovered there a band that I thought was really good.
They called themselves the Elders and buy their CDs I would.
The guitarist, named Steve Phillips, well I thought was really great,
And I wanted to hear more but 5 more months I couldn't wait.
Of his former band I realized I must become a fan.
To buy a Rainmakers CD that soon became my plan.
So I sent to Steve an email, "Which album should I buy?"
"Flirting With the Universe" is what he did reply.
But I'd have to mail order, wait 2 months to get it in,
So I went to the used CD store and bought the CD Skin.
I listened with an open mind to all the songs I heard,
Not just to the music, but also to the words.
The message was intriguing, the music it was fine,
And I listened to it over again many many times.
I visited the message board to see just what was there.
I saw that Bob was playing live and noted when and where.
I thought I check it out and give Bob Walkenhorst a chance.
In the back I stood and then I soon began to dance.
Bob had a solo album that was new the week before.
I looked around to buy it and finally found it by the door.
I bought it, and I listened, and with it I did connect.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I both relate to and respect.
An Irish pub that's called Molloy's is where Bob weekly plays.
Jeff Porter and Norm Dahlor are his bandmates on Wednesdays.
I soon began to go each week to hear Bob play and sing.
To listen and to dance at Bob shows is a wonderful thing.
They used to sit and play each show, but then one week they stood.
Now standing is the norm, but when they sit, well that's still good.
And Bob and Jeff with Gary and Pat play monthly weekend shows.
I hope it lasts for years and years, but the future no one knows.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I look up to and admire.
His music touches my heart; my soul he does inspire.
The Tour That Goes Nowhere it is; Molloy's Pub is our home.
His fans and friends we'll always be, wherever we may roam.
In the year 2002 I went and took a wee short trip
Up I-29, to the town of St. Joseph.
I discovered there a band that I thought was really good.
They called themselves the Elders and buy their CDs I would.
The guitarist, named Steve Phillips, well I thought was really great,
And I wanted to hear more but 5 more months I couldn't wait.
Of his former band I realized I must become a fan.
To buy a Rainmakers CD that soon became my plan.
So I sent to Steve an email, "Which album should I buy?"
"Flirting With the Universe" is what he did reply.
But I'd have to mail order, wait 2 months to get it in,
So I went to the used CD store and bought the CD Skin.
I listened with an open mind to all the songs I heard,
Not just to the music, but also to the words.
The message was intriguing, the music it was fine,
And I listened to it over again many many times.
I visited the message board to see just what was there.
I saw that Bob was playing live and noted when and where.
I thought I check it out and give Bob Walkenhorst a chance.
In the back I stood and then I soon began to dance.
Bob had a solo album that was new the week before.
I looked around to buy it and finally found it by the door.
I bought it, and I listened, and with it I did connect.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I both relate to and respect.
An Irish pub that's called Molloy's is where Bob weekly plays.
Jeff Porter and Norm Dahlor are his bandmates on Wednesdays.
I soon began to go each week to hear Bob play and sing.
To listen and to dance at Bob shows is a wonderful thing.
They used to sit and play each show, but then one week they stood.
Now standing is the norm, but when they sit, well that's still good.
And Bob and Jeff with Gary and Pat play monthly weekend shows.
I hope it lasts for years and years, but the future no one knows.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I look up to and admire.
His music touches my heart; my soul he does inspire.
The Tour That Goes Nowhere it is; Molloy's Pub is our home.
His fans and friends we'll always be, wherever we may roam.
When the birds fly north (untitled)
When the birds fly north
Their sweet, sweet sounds fill the earth
And brighten the world.
Their sweet, sweet sounds fill the earth
And brighten the world.
The power of music
I want to make love to you
I want to touch you and be touched by you
to kiss
to embrace
to... but no
That's not it.
I want... what?
Something of you,
in me
I want your music
The touch of your music in my soul
a guitar
a voice
a connection from you
out to the world
and reaching into my heart
a human connection through music
I want to touch you and be touched by you
to kiss
to embrace
to... but no
That's not it.
I want... what?
Something of you,
in me
I want your music
The touch of your music in my soul
a guitar
a voice
a connection from you
out to the world
and reaching into my heart
a human connection through music
Dogwoods and redbuds (untitled)
Dogwoods and redbuds
Sprout flowers white and purple
And beautify earth.
Sprout flowers white and purple
And beautify earth.
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