The old man
Sitting, behind the book,
On the bench of memories,
Bitter-Sweet, his story is
Engraved in the wrinkles around
his eyes and mouth.

He made it this far, right?..

It's too much to ask him 
About it: Memories flee,
But Pain stays.

"Don't get philosophical
About life" - he coughs,
Closing the book -
His only way of escape
From the Past.

"Life happens, you adjust.
And Again," he exhales heavily,
"And... Again..."
Breaking off, a tear escapes 
From his tired eye,
Travelling a wrinkle route 
Much too familiar. 

Recording of the poem "The Old Man" (Nov 1st, 2013)

11/6/12
When going gets hard
And quitting is easy,
Embrace what’s ahead
And launch with good reason.
 
Remember the stakes
when things aren’t aligning.
We all make mistakes,
few dull and some shiny!
 
Yet don’t be deterred
From roads you have chosen.
Success without curves
Is nothing but hoax then.


Recording of the poem "When going gets hard"

11/6/12
I worked on bread sculpture
I made figurines
The essence was captured 
In ‘clay’ you could eat.

The smell of fresh bread 
Will stay with me always.
The memory thread
Brings back child-hood days.

Recalling, inside me
Was nourishment, plus
My Grandma’s beside me
I miss her at times.

She’d send me to get it,
Dark Rye or Baguette,
Right there, I ate it.
I’ll neither forget
The texture, nor flavor, 
One loaf in my hand.
Each meal I will savor 
From now - that has bread. 


Recording of "Bread" Poem

Songwriting Course, Lesson 4

-   -   /   /  -  /  -  /
To be sucked in this mess today
-  /  -  /  -  /  -  
How blind was I to follow,
-  /  -  /  -   /  -  / 
the blind themselves - tried anyway
-  /   -  -   -  /  -
i haven’t felt so hollow
 
/   / -  -  /  -  -  /
No longer am I hypnotized
- / -  /  - / -  
by my imagination,
-  /  -  / -  /  -  /
I am advised to stay away
-  /  -  -  -  /  -  
from hunger for sensation


Chorus
-  /  -  /   -  /   /    /
I used to think we’re all good friends
-  / -  -  - /  -
who care for one another
-  /  -  /  -  /  - - 
but nothing ever follows trend
/  /  -  /  -  -  -  /
don’t be alarmed, this is the end...

-  /  -  /   -  /   /    /
I used to think we’re all good friends
-  / -  -  - /  -
who care for one another

Recording of the song "I used to think"

Lesson 5, Online Songwriting Course




/ /  -    -  -  /  

Still Innocent and young

/ / - / - / -

You see the world unfolding

- / / - /  

No trouble has begun

- / - / - / -

Life seems so pure and golden





- / / - / -

But fear creeps in fragments

- / - / - /

and hope is standing still

- / / - - / -

Routine life rich in sadness

- / - / - /

forgetting taste of thrill


/ - / / - - -  / - /

What would I give to be a kid again

/ - / /

What would I give

 


- / - / -  /

So, promise me young mind

- / - - - /

rejoice, be worry free

- / - - - / -

Be grateful for not knowing

- / - - - / - -

the darkness of maturity

Recording of the song "What Would I give"

Still Innocent  and young    - Front Heavy (S)

You see the world unfolding   Front Heavy (S)

         No trouble               has begun - Back heavy (U)

Life seems so pure and golden Front Heavy (S)





              But fear                   creeps in fragments  -Back heavy (U)

             and hope      is                      standing still   Back heavy (U)

Routine life rich in sadness  Front Heavy (S)

              forgetting                  taste of thrill  Back heavy (U)



             What                         would I give Back heavy (U)

To be a kid again Front Heavy (S) 

             What                         would I give Back heavy (U)

 

So, promise me young mind Front Heavy (S)

rejoice,                   be worry free   Front Heavy (S)

Be grateful                for not knowing   Front Heavy (S)

           the darkness                of maturity   Back heavy (U)

 

What                         would I give   Front Heavy (S)

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