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The present is constantly passing, and with it’s departure are fleeing accomplishments and struggles. Although sanity suggests that it is healthier to hold the good times closer than the bad, like all things in life, healthy peace of mind, body, and spirit, require us to equally reflect over our shortcomings and triumphs. After all, the sun always shines brighter after breaking through dissipating clouds of rain. I site the 1998 film “Pleasantville” as an example: The people of Pleasantville lived life in black and white, without controversy or color. From the outside in, everyone appeared to be happy, until one day colors began to shine through their static perception. While this revelation caused many problems, threatening the town’s accustomed lifestyle, mostly due to the fear of the unknown, it also allowed citizens to discover that their happiness was not confound within the limits of black and white pleasantries, but in the dynamic world caught between the thresholds of light and human emotion.
The November, Michigan air grows cooler, but the sun on my face after yesterday’s rain will always inspire sensation just a little bit more. Despite shortness of breath and angst that results from struggle and strife, it is our conditioning in the face of these realities that enables us to grow through the discovery that our limits are merely perceptions, and our perceptions are as volatile as the weather. Those born with the gift of heightened sense must learn to remain strong as the focus of sensory perception turns outward to in: we are extremely difficult on ourselves and intense with our scrutiny of present struggles, despite the prevailing belief that we will conquer them. Similar to the strength of one’s eyesight, some people are better at seeing the big picture, but struggle with day-to-day, while others represent the adverse. Some folks live comfortably amidst being paralyzed by the fear of not knowing who and what they want to be, while others struggle for their next meal, despite being certain of their purpose here on earth.
No matter the classification or compartment your worries and fears are filed under, we all have them and ought to grow more accustomed to navigating their certain obstruction from our health and happiness. A lyric from The Head and the Heart, one of my favorite bands, comes to mind, “We all complain if it rains or it shines, but we’re never mad at the moon.”
We oughta treat our struggles more like the moon: a constant, present at all times but only perceived at some. When the sun is shining we rarely notice the moon in a bright, blue sky, but it is there nonetheless. Never let your blues limit your reach, but try and remind yourself that they will always be present, only in different degrees. When I’m feeling up against it, I remind myself to count the good things, or positive experiences in each day. By taking inventory of these happenings, we become more accustomed to the multitude of ways, which progress is revealed. It’s often more subtle than we give credit. Although we remember progress by milestones reached, it is the miles, minutes, and days endured between our projected destination, that will define our character and measure growth. Let us see our struggles as opportunities, to be more prepared the next time we meet them.
We must equally learn from our fortune, and misfortune. When we succeed it is natural to examine the behaviors, actions, and choices that prompted success. When we struggle however, it is because we are human, and not necessarily due to an identifiable set of behaviors, rather unpredictable circumstances that very well could be out of our control: sickness, lack of work, the weather, hatred, timing, or downright bad luck. The consistency, however, resides in our ability to process and proceed from struggle. Each of us ought to work towards a navigational map that we can depend on, when times are tough. Confined within this map will be a key, a means or terms to remind us how we’ve successfully traversed the twists and turns of a bumpy road ahead and before. For me, certain musicians are essential in my ability to stay the course when waters are rough: Bob Dylan, Mumford & Sons, Bon Iver, Possessed By Paul James, The Head and the Heart, The Avett Brothers, and Greensky Bluegrass are my guide. All of these bands have songs which possess lyrics that serve as markers to remind me that no matter the present struggle, I have been there before, I am not alone, and I will rise again. Only the evil genius within each individual is capable of convincing him or herself that present circumstances will not pass, despite his or her willingness to ensure otherwise.
Do not be the cage within which your happiness is confined. The people you love will do their best to help you shine, but happiness is both a personal responsibility, and opportunity, that only you can pursue, or flee from. If you notice your tendency to insist your suffering, perhaps it is your way of telling yourself that your choices do not adhere to your moral compass and integrity. No matter the character of an individual, he or she will falter from their integrity, however, it is our ability to rectify our shortcomings that will define our time here on earth. Rather than punishing yourself with excessive disappointment over a choice that cannot be changed, direct your energy on the choices and actions that will create positive ripples on your external environment as penance for your mistake. Imagine all the triumphant acts of goodness committed as result of a single mistake… A snapshot doesn’t always capture the essence of a soul. A good man makes poor choices, same as an asshole who occasionally discovers what it feels like to shine in the sun’s light.
A single choice or action will not define you unless you insist it be so. Each success or struggle ought to trigger a distinct emotional response that we take note of, but depart from, to ensure it does not define our days to come. We feel like delicate creatures despite our instinctual ability to weather most any storm. Our ability to be self-aware is frequently limited to present conditions, simultaneous to the knowledge and foresight of its temporal circumstance. I believe it is our human condition that overreacts to the moment, versus animals that simply find a way to endure. I would not rid us of this design; I believe it can be credited as the source for creation of artistic expression. Our ability to find beauty between variable conditions is one of our most distinct human qualities: not necessarily form over function, but alongside it. I don’t imagine most animals consider the beauty within the struggle of changing conditions, however, their ability to be consistent no matter the emerging changes is something we could learn from. We are hindered by the ego and necessity to exist separate from the whole, perpendicular to the knowledge of how necessary and beneficial our alignment with the whole, really is. It is one of the many double-edged swords we subject ourselves to, but hope not to be defined by.
Once the individual is able to perceive self-worth or satisfaction from his or her contribution to the whole, true community will be practiced. Others can be a tremendous source of motivation when times are tough. It is easier to let yourself down, than others. For better or worse, the more you contribute to others, the more they will depend on you. I believe it is easier to rationalize giving up on yourself, than it is to give up on others. Let us consider community as motivation and necessary structure to free us from the cage within which we confine happiness. Let the sparkle in a child’s eyes be your reminder that this world needs you. Let the glowing smile of a beautiful soul remind that you too, are beautiful. Let the lyrical creations of another remind you that your suffering isn’t exclusive, but mutual. And whether it be the sound of pouring rain, or the gust of cool, winter winds, let it remind you just how special it feels when the sun shines upon your skin, and the moon sparkles aside the stars you gaze to.
I’ve been wondering for so long, if anything’s worth wondering at all?
Days come and pass, with only experience left to last
I can feel purpose more present, with every breath I take
Concentrating my energy on helping others, and to create
Coffee shops and cool brisk breezes, help me reminisce in my space
Despite fast paces and traces of faces come and gone, before long there comes a time when every man must continue writing his song
While the words aren’t always present, lyrics of others and focused breath help surface the resin
There are moments now and then, when I feel the light within me pushing to burst out
It starts from my heart and works its way through my veins, and into my eyes
No matter my joy it manifests tears, and reminds that I may only be an instrument learning to perform its function with enough gumption to stay the course, practice remorse, and retrace my gifts and intuitions to the source
The weight of the world is no longer on my chest
Those I love, and will soon love, have unburdened my breath
It appears the lives I touch, prefer to help, than blush
The more I look the more I see, goodness is growing readily apparent, like the fall leaves, changing colors on the trees
What some considered outrageous, has been revealed contagious
We are all a character in one another’s play, and the show must go on!
So let us brighten the lights, and loosen our sights, on the nights we are lonely, if only to remind of the times we taste, smell, and feel the way love shines through the pines, trickling down the divine, inspiring tingles down our spine, into our fingers and toes, and so energy goes and flows through he and she who seek, yet never know
We are electric when our eclectic gifts and vision, are given away to those who pray, for a way to persevere through the fear which disables, and enables darkness and doubt to cloud their vision, and be left wishin’, for more than a prayer in a well that fell with the silver from their hand, like sand in an hourglass, passing too fast to even gasp
And one day we will be gone, so today, tomorrow, and the next, we must sing our song, long, and with courage and belief that our passion provides relief for a even a thief in the night, who has lost sight of the decent and right, after falling on hard times and crimes levied against hearts and minds once pure, to lure them from their side of the fight.
But don’t grow cold from this battle, or its shadow cast over righteousness, joy, and devout light
It will be your fortitude which frees you from the fever of prolonged pain and suffering in your life
It will be your intuition and integrity that speak to you amidst 30-dark-days and 30-dark-nights
It will be your decency that restores faith, flashing bright
It will be you who changes the world
It will be you who decides the fate of man
It will be you who ensures goodness prevails,
When you decide you can…
All roads to self-discovery are paired with the tendency to doubt each step you take along the way. Struggle and strife are the obstacles you must hurdle while pursuing your passion and desire to fulfill the place in your heart that requires the light and energy of others to provide you the sense of happiness and home that you seek in the world. There is no roadmap to rid you from the wrong turns you are certain to make on your journey, but life is about trying to find the significance in each step and turn you take, even when there is none.
The reassurance and affirmations you seek will be revealed externally in the eyes and smiles and hearts and love of the lives you are blessed enough to touch, and be moved by. As the captain you must steer your ship and ensure you are not swallowed by the sea, but the great ocean is a beast that cannot be tamed and predicted. Remain flexible and focus your attention on the lessons you have learned and hold true to your intuition and imagination; they will you keep you both alive and filled with life.
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A Good Sign for someone who hasn’t see one in some time. A Good Sign for eyes that have been filled with tears
A Good Sign for a heart grown weary with the years
Kind eyes for a soul that has searched for reciprocity in them
Gentle touch for those willing to reveal their blush
Honest words for those too often subject to relative truth
Inspiration to invigorate joy forgotten since youth
A reminder of dreams forgotten
An assurance no soul condemned to be rotten
Hope in a simpler and better way
Help for which you simply have to ask for, not pray
A friend when all else have seemed to stray
A smile when your immediate company employs perpetual frown
A reason to get up when all you want to do is stay down
Good Signs help me connect with the soul of another
These days I say I love you more, ‘how can I help you brother?’
Family not by blood, but in love
Likened by the desire to help set free from the burden of doubt and misery
Love will mean different things to you and me
But surely any man can see the benefit of a world more happy and friendly
Forgive your enemy and unshackle yourself of their poisoned well
Lift others and experience flight in return
Learn from your shortcomings and accept responsibility in both failures and success
Don’t be so certain your sensitivity is a weakness and a negative product of the delicate organ within your chest
Live by example and be careful not to trample on the dreams of those you love
When hope runs dry look to those who have always stood by you, before a symbolic kingdom in the clouds above
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He didn’t know love until he tasted it
Good thing it didn’t find him then because he would have wasted it
Too busy chasing dreams in the place of it
Climbing mountains until he learned to fly
They told him he couldn’t change the world but he slept better knowing he wouldn’t have to tell his kids he didn’t try
Nothing worth anything happens overnight
When they tell the tale of good vs evil there will only be two sides to the fight
With one foot in and one foot back, you might of well as stayed lying on the tracks
He was given the gift of life to tell a story of a train bound for glory
He was given a Good Sign as a device for those Bob Dylan spoke to when he said “don’t think twice”
He didn’t know love until he tasted it
It’s a good thing it didn’t find him because he would have wasted it
When his kids ask how he changed the world he’ll tell them it was because he was busy chasing dreams in the place of it.
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–My songwriting ability is improving… I wrote this driving back from my best friend’s wedding in Pittsburgh this weekend.
Get busy livin
Get busy lovin
Shake your ass and move your feet cuz good times are comin!
We all have worries
We all have doubts
There is immense light within us
And it’s time we let it out
Been fighting the good fight now
Twenty eight years strong
Been working on finding my voice
Hiding my love away in songs
I’m a positive person some people say
Was it a choice or did God make me this way?
I write these words with tears in my eyes
Heading west on the freeway
Heading home to a place that won’t be much longer
Optimistic for what’s to come
The road ahead to make me stronger
And the Hunger in my heart to carry me farther
Some people hoard wishes
Others stockpile debts
I sweat my way to autonomy
Lived for more than sex
Busy chasing dreams
I was laughed at for having
A choice and commitment to build an army
That will never harm me
Sure I have scars
Probably more than most
But I find a way to carry on
Not busy chasing ghosts.
My evolution has reached its stride
We fall in and out of rhythm with ourselves and our excellence
It doesn’t happen overnight but with commitment and choice we discover greatness within
Like a garden it requires constant attention and care
Evolution is about accepting our deficiencies and consciously improving insofar as what we can physically control
Certain things are out of our control — predetermined if you will
Maybe for a reason, maybe not
Too many prefer blissful ignorance when it comes to acknowledging their shortcomings
A good man is self-aware of his goodness without drowning himself and others in it
A good man makes mistakes and not only learns from them but goes out of his way to help others benefit from them as well
I believe it is in us to want to help
Some, more than others
But it is there, deep within our genetic code
But before we can best help others we must help ourselves find ourselves in our actions
Every man needs a code
There comes a point when we trust our intuition over and above all things
Intuition is an interesting thing
A strong sense of feeling grounded in logic — at least for me
I used to exhaust resources fighting my self — it was inefficient
Discover your current and swim with it no matter where it takes you
If you don’t like where you end up there are other means of travel
The only end that is certain is death
Everything else is in our control until we choose to relinquish that control
For some, that means having children, or buying a house, or being a slave to a desk
We can be all things but we’re just better at some
When I think back over my life I imagine I’ll just smile
I imagine in my final days I will assemble a soundtrack for my story
But in addition to songs it will have people and places, love and adventures that compile my greatest hits
And the most I could hope for is that all the people I love have a chance to come together and rejoice, laugh and dance while listening to my soundtrack once I pass
Because if we can unite a community of this world that truly loves and accepts one another and lives to leave a better way for those to come tomorrow — well then there’s really nothing else
We will write our best ideas down on paper but really every idea was someone else’s idea before
So without the chance of being original we ought to just enjoy the earth
The sun, the stars, the moon and the ocean
The beautiful women and the most delicious wine
The finest beer and the most luscious fruit
And most of all, the music and the people we love and hope sing and dance whenever it is that our time runs out, because when they remember us at the very least they are left with a smile, and maybe even a tear down their cheek.
Let’s begin at the beginning: we’re lovers and we’re losers,
we’re heroes and we’re pioneers, and we’re beggars and we’re choosers.
We’re skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic.
We’re almost on the guestlist, but we’re always stuck in traffic.
We’ve watched our close associates up and play their parts;
they’re chatting up the it girls, and they’re tearing up the charts,
while we were paying with coppers to get our round in at the bar.
We’re the C-Team, we’re the almost famous old friends of the stars.
Justin is the last of the great romantic poets,
and he’s the only one among us who is ever going to make it.
We planned a revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro.
I don’t remember details but there were English boys with banjos.
Jay is our St George, and he’s standing on a wooden chair,
and he sings songs and he slays dragons, and he’s losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons,
in plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one’s really clear about Tommy’s job description,
but it’s pretty clear he’s vital to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre’s the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps will skamper up to victory in the city we call home.
We won’t change our ways, we will proud remain when the glory fades.
I am sick and tired of people who are living on the B-list.
They’re waiting to be famous and they’re wondering why they do this.
And I know I’m not the one who is habitually optimistic,
but I’m the one who’s got the microphone here so just remember this:
Life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
about fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings,
and the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering,
and help us with remembering that the only thing that’s left to do is live.
After all the loving and the losing, the heroes and the pioneers,
the only thing that’s left to do is get another round in at the bar.
Without senses I could not perceive the traces of the ocean my soul wished to leave behind for others who did not ever see, touch or taste its beauty
Without insisting, who knows if they’d ever even know what they’ve been missing, like bearing witness to shooting stars without wishing
Because wishes and dreams fill the seas that never sleep
In their own right, gargantuan mountains to climb so steep
But once tantalized with even a peek of a sunrise dare you deprive your only two eyes of the sight that knows not lies or deceit, only purity of a new day rising, such beauty uncompromising
It’s time you set your eyes on sites that keep us up nights
Just to behold their beauty everlasting
Like an angel casting his line for us men and women to see
Perhaps even believe that there is more than what we merely perceive
That once given life, it would never leave, and traces of your time spent on this planet earth would always loom and reside and be sprinkled upon land and the seven seas as far wide as even an elephant sees, because an elephant never forgets and what man does not know he can’t ever expect and what is unexpected will never need to be resurrected, because once is enough and it will fill lifetimes of memories and creations and realizations that everything we could ever wish to create was made possible the moment we were given birth and a name and enough courage to roll the dice and offer hope to this game of life and a constant battle between darkness and light, blindness and sight, goodness and spite
So with our chance we set our sails west and pray for wind because without it we will be consumed by the waves created by those who sinned too often and never with any regret because they either didn’t care or expect action to be met with reaction as if things were made increasingly slippery with traction
But where is reason in this stormy season and our plight to avoid flight and stay upright atop these mighty tidal waves and be the flicker of light that saves the story from ending just yet because it can’t ever be just what they expect we must endure and continue to prevail or the goodness in all of us will have already failed and I am not the type who sets to sea simply to say that he has sailed.
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We’re not famous but we will be soon, known for bringing the world good news!
We’re not famous yet but we’re changing the way people think and feel
We’re just regular people that listened to Bob Marley and the Beatles and wanted to make their lyrics real
We’re not perfect but we try our best to shine positive light on those who need and deserve it
Have you ever dreamed a dream then chased it?
Have you ever made a wish then created it?
Have you ever listened to a song and felt it was written for you?
Have you ever believed in something enough that you would die for it?
We carry Good Signs because someone had to
We carry Good Signs because people are desperately searching for them
We carry Good Signs because people love them
We carry Good Signs because – really – they carry us
Do you love making people smile?
Do you love making people laugh?
Do you love not good but great things that last?
Do you wish to heal others and perhaps repent your past?
We’re not famous but we will be soon
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be known for celebrating with the world and bringing good news?
We’re not famous but we’re changing the way people think and feel
We’re just regular people that listened to Bob Marley and the Beatles and felt their lyrics enough to make them real.
Too much to do and not enough time
Let it all go and put down some rhymes
Words will sit on paper and carry on long after I’m gone
Even the best of love only lasts so long
Too much to do and too little sleep to dream
A day dreamer eludes the boiling hot sun and its gleam
She pushes your buttons so it’s time to tap them keys
I may be a foolish man but ill never mistake wants for needs
From ink on paper to fingers on screen
Only 28 years in — the things I have seen
Finding my style and stumbling into routine
Just getting started and it’s about time oceans parted
Rip open the heavens and bless the earth
Whiskey , women and wine inside a man instill the need to curse
When the great gates open and your creator judges I hope you remembered to rehearse
Or make one last prayer that it’s all just a dream and out walks a scantly dressed nurse
Too much to do and not enough time
So lets take the whiskey, women and wine and find a beach mighty fine
Let it all go and feel the world below
Tonight the stars become the gazers I hope you enjoy the show.