Drive Orange Where are you going?Where have you been?How did we get here?How should this begin?I follow the tree line-There are no signs. Speed up-Slow Down-Nobody is around. All I hear is wind -But think about Last summers end.I miss the grass- but I love the snow-this doesn't make sense.I guess we will just enjoy the Show. Photo By Orange
That Inner Pendulum The Mighty Humanzee That Inner Pendulum There’s an inner clock I have, and it’s tied to the Inner Pendulum of weather in this region. Building up to Christmas we get The First Snow, as a kid I knew there was the magic of the holiday around the corner with a loafer dose of Winter Season. But they taunted me, Winter, Wind and Rain. Snow was delivered for sure, a hefty dump of powder atop roofs and pines. Cold mornings leading up to a Christmas Day celebration, each day a tease. Snow, always snow, yet there was dread too that young kids recognize. The Catskill Mountains can play a trick on a boy and get his heart set on winter adventure then yank it away from before he…
Summits You Will Find The Mighty Humanzee Summits You Will FindYou climbed that hill that no one else willLeft a lonely path in the snow right behind youYour quest brought you to a new trail againIn the hope that your past will cease to confine youDon't Pretend you’re aloneWorld set against you - so why be aloneYou have that certain image that only you deserve the throneIf you just struggle longer it’s the prize you’ll truly ownSo many short cuts you saw along the wayEasier steps for others that never cease to remind youThat expediency is merely a weakling’s wayOf pretending your past is far behind youScale the heights aloneGo for it do it on your ownEmbrace the vivid image that your visions have shownIf you just struggle a bit…
Orange Lulled by musings of a New Breed-Morphed to be defined by human need. But I like the cool,a calm soft breeze. Without care-Rugged and sure of a wilderness serene. I'm sure no one realizes that my adaption is final-Sitting in the sun- amongst the trees -the Tallest of shadows with slight ease.A tree line stare with a thousand printed smiles- they cast a call on bended knee- asking if I'm worthy to be of their breed.I will Mush-thru narrowly wooded brush- Keeping my distance and pushing till dusk. I do not have a name-I am one of many- We Win, We Hurt-Victory is pain. Photo By Orange
Blackbird: A Musical Gift The Mighty Humanzee How was I maneuvered into this? Two lovely ladies I know, Molly and O, were discussing the song Blackbird by Paul McCartney. O had found a beautiful rendition on piano, and I chimed in with "that's unusual, it's a song primarily for guitar. It's the first finger picking songs I learned on guitar." "Do you play on guitar", asked Molly. "Can you play this? You have to do it for me." "Molly's gonna sink Zee's battleship," added O. What could I do? I was maneuvered into a corner. "But I thought we were playing Name That Tune!" I answered, hoping to wiggle my way out of this. "BS! C-4," answered O. I think she enjoyed see me squeal. The year 2022 is the…
Follow The Mighty Humanzee Follow Brother, will you follow me? I was first on this earth A few years before your birth In those early remote days I hoped you’d grow quicker and follow me in so many ways You were tiny, sometimes my toy, My brother a new baby boy You couldn’t follow me then, And sometimes I thought I saw you wish “Can I go, when?” Brother, will you follow me? I was first, drama and energy were my fame You never complained, you followed all the same I am here to blaze the trail in each and every case You require so little from me, even when I treat you with very little grace You are my foundation, and as I grow I’ve begun to see That…
Know The Mighty Humanzee KnowKnow that I am the fury bound up in the clouds bringing the stormKnow that I am the hope in what lies beyond those clouds, of brighter warmer daysKnow that I am the mist and mystery and the foamy lake spitKnow that I am in the cry of the child’s voice drowned by the stormKnow that I am in the triumph of pride of a farther and in the joy of a mama’s voiceKnow that I have been here before these waters formedKnow that I await, know that I persist long after loved ones are gone.Know that I am here. Photo By Orange
Taking Stock The Mighty Humanzee Taking Stock I did that, I made those marks. My feet, my path, it’s my history I left when I was trying to escape. I do want to be here and lose myself in the fresh new season, but this crisp beauty is marred slightly by my tread. Did I do that the other day, tread too lightly, stomped too loud? That’s the past and the footprints I left are just echoes, dents in others emotions. Remnants of someone who went before you. I did those, I will do more, just to be in the cold, just to be alone. Just to make my way, leaving marks, dents in the snow, the others I encountered are embellished by my presence as I leave a mark.…
