That Storm and My Cat

that storm and my cat

there I wuz
tryin’ to make music but
the sky wouldn’t shut up
rumblin’ and ravin to beat all
well I yelled back I did
Shut up I said
can’t you see I’m a tryin’ to make music in here
that’s when it started talkin’ back
louder and louder like the Battle of Stones River itself
I yelled agin’ “Back off you ol’ storm”
That’s when it started a throwin that hail at me
I jumped back an’ closed that window I did.
That is when I saw it
my cat a runnin’ for high heaven in the driving sleet.
I opened that window agin’ but she was gone she was
gone and the sleet was piled up agin the side o’ the house
like snow
and the storm she rumbled low like bass drums with
bombs a goin’ off on the horizon
an’ the sleet a hittin’ the window like static on
an old radio
It always makes me feel charged like the lightnin’ itself
when it blusters like that.
It’s like God almighty himself has allowed himself a few moments
to jus’ be angry an’
be proud of it
I jus’ hope he don’ accidently hurt my cat

that storm and my cat

This Time by David Michael Jackson

this_time by david michael jackson

I have been placing a lot of material into the internet stores. It’s great to be there but it’s like storing your work in the basement of the tower of song. It takes weeks to deliver songs to Itunes and the other stores. This one took a day. It may be the only distinction it will ever get but it’s good to know the process has people.

Good luck little song. Say hello to the stars if you can see one in the cellar of art.

It would be more fun to be a seller of art.

this_time by david michael jackson
art by david michael jackson

david michael jackson

Living Life Again | A Poem by Linda Straub

Yesterday you walked ahead,
While I stayed, left behind
Holding on and letting go,
Caught behind the blurry lines.

Sitting out in the sunshine,
Remembering our former days,
Brilliant life and painful death
Leave me in a foggy haze.

Crying in the thunder,
standing in the rain,
picking up the pieces,
living life again.

Driving on the interstate,
Trying hard to keep the pace,
Far behind but catching up,
Never giving up the race

Now days are a brighter color,
Peace comes without any signs,
Looking ahead, no longer
Caught behind the blurry lines

Crying in the thunder,
standing in the rain,
picking up the pieces,
living life again.

Picking up the pieces,
Living life again.