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The Bluer Blues

The color blue got so much bluer

Old things they just got newer

I never realized how good

A simple Twinkie tasted

The air was so much crisper

Those voices became a whisper

The world was such a better place

The first time I got wasted

It didn’t matter what went down

My frown it turned upside down

The hurts they all went away

I filled up all the holes

Why did they all say it’s so bad

When it stopped me from being sad

When it made me feel ten feet tall

When it made me feel whole

It wasn’t till the morning after

After all the jokes and laughter

I realized the price I’d pay

To feel that way again

And so I weighed the pros and cons

Of feeling great until the dawn

Then living with a splitting head

Til I was high again

And somehow it seemed worth the cost

Even after all was lost

I kept on chasing bluer blues

But they weren’t there to find

That first time was a distant goal

And I just dug a deeper hole

Not knowing that the bottom

Is where I’d lose my mind

But my mind wasn’t mine to lose

It belonged to pills and booze

I’d lost my will I’d lost my soul

I was good for nothing

And as the vultures circled round

This almost dead person they’d found

A voice inside my fevered brain

Said I had to do something

So I stumbled into a room

To find the ones who shared my gloom

But when I got there it seemed to me

i’d come to the wrong place

There was no lamenting there

They didn’t use but didn’t care

They thought I was a long lost friend

They were glad to see my face

They told stories of the past

I’d found my kindred souls at last

They talked about the way I felt 

And how they’d felt it too

They talked about things I had thought

About the fights that I had fought

About the being different

That made me feel less than you

Then they talked about a God

Which I thought was somewhat odd

Because there were no crosses

Stars of David crescent moons

And when they said that God could be

Whatever I wanted him to be

I thought that I had come upon

A bunch of raving loons

I’d learned about God as a kid

I knew the kind of things God did

I knew that God was someone who

I did not want to hang with

Because God was a vengeful guy

Who’d burn you if you told a lie

Who said you couldn’t think about

What adolescence comes with

But their God was a group of drunks

You know I never would have thunk

That it would be that easy

The right God for to find

And so I made up my own God

At first it was a fishing rod

They said it could be anything

I took them at their word

And as I listened more and more

I could see there was a door

To where I wanted to get to

The place bout which I’d heard

Behind that door was a higher power

Who helped me make it through the hours

When I felt I couldn’t cope

Without doing drugs or drinking

That power helped me to get by

It helped me to figure out just why

I needed to listen to those who knew

And change my way of thinking

So these days I no longer chase

The feeling I got when shit faced

I’m happy to be here and know

What’s going on around me

I’m happier than I’ve ever been

I’ve stopped looking out I’m looking in

At the things that matter most

I’m liking what I see

TALKING TO ROSALIE

Sometimes

When I’m waking in the morning

For just a few seconds

I don’t know that you’re gone

I hear the birds sing

I reach out to hold you

Then memory wipes you away

And I wrestle with knowing

That I’ll never see you

Or hear your voice

Ever again

Your touch is a ghost

That haunts my awakening

Making me wish I could

Dream on forever

And live with the fantasy

That’s all that is left of you

 

It seemed like forever

You took in your dying

I wanted the end to come

I couldn’t stand watching you

Wither away

Now I’d take back

What little was left of you

Just to have you for one more day

And another after that

To hold your bony hand

To kiss your pale forehead

To hope against hope

That the light would come

Back on in your eyes

 

Melancholy seems

The best word to describe it

This mixture of sadness

Relief

And guilt over feeling suddenly free

And I want to escape

I want to get high

I don’t want to be here

Without you

I want to

I need to

Be somewhere else

Where everything’s not

A reminder of you

 

But life’s a reminder

Because of the way

You lived it

I look at the sky

And wonder about the wonder

You looked at it with

And wonder whether you

Would correct that last phrase

Because good sentences

Don’t end with prepositions

I even loved

The grammar nazi in you.

American Exceptionalism

There are those who wave the flag and throw out the term ‘American Exceptionalism’ with abandon. They claim that the president does not believe in it and that he lacks patriotism and does not understand what it means to be an American. But what does the term mean?

Sometimes I think that those who talk about it the most believe in it the least. Because if American Exceptionalism means that this country affords its citizens with an environment within which they can create and accomplish great things, why do they insist that new ideas will not work and that we must stick with the old ways?

The struggle over what form of energy will fuel our cars, run our industries, and heat and cool our homes is the best example of how unexceptional these people think America is. Or perhaps it illustrates just the opposite and how much these folks fear it.

As with most issues, the love of money is at the heart of the matter. Oil, gas, and coal provide huge profits to those who own the rights to exploit them. Alternative forms of energy would threaten those profits, so research and development of those sources of power must be stifled. The concept of climate change, which is the impetus for the envelopment of such forms of energy, must be debunked. The shills for the oil and coal barons must decry how it cannot be done out of one side of their mouths while touting American Exceptionalism out of the other.

At the turn of the 19th century, it was exceptional Americans who developed the internal combustion engine and the electricity generating power plants that drove the demand for oil and coal. If those same entrepreneurs were alive today, I doubt they would see our energy producing methods as the be all and end all, never to become as outmoded as the horse-and-buggy. No, they would be at the forefront of developing new sources of energy and producing them cheaply and efficiently. And the horse traders and buggy makers who insisted that the automobile would never replace the horse would be the coal and oil barons of today.