
should be torn and blood-stained rags,/
like at Valley Forge.
I composed first with/
a pen, then with keyboard, now/
with voice. It’s my choice.
My dad gave me a /
sledgehammer to knock down walls/
for birds. Symbolic.
You may,
on the daily,
learn what He wants you
to do.
You may
obey
His call,
but that’s all.
Then what?
Do you sit on your butt?
Do you fill in your life’s gaps
with mindless crap?
I could delight
and write.
Creation
might bring my soul elation.
Or do I waste time
doing things less sublime?
Creating my inner “duuuuuhhhh”
with social media?
Or watch sports,
or comedy shorts,
or other junk to see
on TV?
When I do nichts
it makes my heart sick.
When I create
my soul feels great!
So why
don’t I
at least try?
You do what you should./
Then what? Do you stretch yourself?/
Or fill gaps with fluff?
Just because I don’t
like something musical does/
not mean it’s not good.