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Holding Down (Poems, Prayers and Promises)

Holding Down

Lately my spirit is held down

And my head is bouncing like sound against the walls that are surrounding me

It is that it’s my darkest days

and somehow I’ve acted plays that now lives to make me be

 

So now I lean to the side and drift

like I am waiting for things to sift through the fine chains that surround

Like a bird on the highway as the cars go by

doing everything from keeping to fly and go where I wont be found

 

Other poems – my pages:

Songs and Poems from Another TIme

Poems, Prayers and Promises II

I’ve written a lot of lyrics and music over the years. Pulled out a few.

Going back decades (which I seem to have been lately), dusted off some of the things I have written. Check out the page at the top of the site on the top menu  bar:    Songs and Poems of Another Time   ↑   https://tracksinthedust.com/a-play-on-words/
Breathe

The Music Comes Crashing In

Canvases of painted hues shine down upon

the silent room

Yellows,blues,multifaceted colors, wrap up

the coming gloom

Suddenly music crashes through the barrier

so clear

And beyond loves farthest reach

somehow comes a tear

Back in 1974 I had been really in a dark period and wrote a bunch of stuff called “The Inner Peace of the Compassionate Love”. Mostly just what I thought poetry should be [at that time]. This was one of the more simple pieces. © MGert 1974

The Last Look

Her heels clicked on the stone floor

Echoing through the empty halls

She had been here so many times before

The memories are clear, each separate falls

Now as quickly as it all began

It’s over without another thought

Getting out had been part of the final plan

It was too late when she was caught

Caught in the middle of the whirlwind beginning

Not know until now that she had been winning

Wrote this as a page was turning in someone’s life that I truly cherished. She went on to do other things. From “A Play on Words” Always recall the moment I wrote it even though it was so very very long time ago.  © MGert 1976

Hitchcock’s Revenge

There was something eerie about last night. Not sure what. It reminded me of this …which I wrote a long, long time ago. Seems he always comes to mind when things bump in the night.

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Movements through shadows belonging to no one

Bright lights shining in quiet cold darkness

Sharp breezes blowing without a direction

Sounds unexplained that are heard out of sight

Echoes of footsteps that never come closer

Distant rumbles from lighting unseen near the trees

Shapes that are formed with the blink of an eyeball

Large looming clouds that light dull in the night

Heartbeats go faster and breath’s become shorter

As mysterious movements rush past in the dark

With eyes that follow but don’t have a face

The full moon once glowing sinks into the marshes

The night grows colder with death in the air

The mind plays tricks when Hitchcock enters-

“Good evening”, good night and goodbye to them all

From “An Even Break” by © MGert September 23, 1976

Bearing The Wait

Rose Close Up

The longest day must have its end

Every man must lose a friend

Time won’t wait for any hater

Dying can’t be done any later

 

So mourn the sick, bury the dead, and let the words flow free

The only answers to love gone bad will never come to me

It seems like today will never end, tomorrow isn’t coming

A crowd of people stare at you; they’re so cold its numbing

 

[Bridge]

If love is timid, it’s not true

Life is what you make it do

Love the truth, pardon error

Ask the mirror who’s the fairer

 

Fight for your wants, build your wills, and be satisfied you’re living

It may only be a silent love, but love is for the giving

Ask the questions in your mind, hope is right for now

A time will come when you will know, you’ll do it anyhow

 

[Chorus]

The longest day must have its end

Every man must lose a friend

Time won’t wait for any hater

Dying can’t be  done any later

This is from a song I wrote in January 1974. It really didn’t mean anything in particular if I recall (it has been a while) but I was just breaking up with a girlfriend at the time and I am sure I was heart-struck some how. I will have to get these songs documented somehow. It is funny how even all these years later I remember the melody of it.  From “Love Songs for a Lonely Night”  © MGert 1974

A New Page @ Tracksinthedust

NewSo its a few short days from my one year anniversary since  I began my blogging journey on WordPress. Admittedly I didn’t have any expectations of how many visits or views I would have. My purpose was to share some of my observations on daily living with my children (at least for more “WWW type” of posterity).

It all started because 4 years ago I was diagnosed with stage 3 prostate cancer. After surgery and radiation therapy and quarterly checks and injections, I started to evaluate my life and what is important.

I realized that my wife and I had shared a lot of wisdom with  our kids, but did they remember any of it? For those of you that have older children who have reached the age when others around them (their peer group & classmates) … you realize that they can end up influencing their direction more than a parent can. Because they want to fit in, or they want to stay out of the crowd around them- it all works to shape their choices and their identity. Not that you cannot do your parental part in their lives for as long as you are part of it, but your exclusive influence over their path to adulthood is shared and measured against all of those things that are happening.

So “tracks” in the dust. We all make tracks, we all influence everyone around us – if even for only the brief moment meeting a stranger in a crowd, or the family and friends that make up our daily sphere of life.

I want to thank those who have visited in the past year, and hopefully the site will be worth visiting from time to time.

I am starting a NEW PAGE called the Songs and Poems of Another Time. “A Play on Words”.

My kids are all musically inclined, as when I was much younger I had a lot more inspiration and I used to pump out lyrics and poems and song ideas day after day for years. I dusted off the notebooks from the 70’s and 80’s that are  full of them and wanted to share them with my kids. SO once again I wanted preserve a few of them off the fading paper pages after all of these years.

Hope you will stop by when you can.

View from A Summer Porch

Hitchcock’s Revenge

The Change

 

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