Sacred live music
mouths open up to heaven
the echoes surround
Sacred live music
mouths open up to heaven
the echoes surround
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A false livelihood is among us here
They put her in a corner over there
Rape is a real sickness fueled by pressure
Communication is evaporating
We all want to be heard under street lights
That shine our thoughts and awaken reality
Life’s highways lead to unbelievable places
The warmth and comfort of these words
“It’s gonna be okay” is all you need to hear
Yet horror surrounds the peace in our hearts
There’s no way to escape the jaws of pain
When your best friend discounts your existence
From their world permanently
Or when the girl you once loved suddenly stomps on your soul
Who steals your identity?
Grandmother dies without saying goodbye
Your baby leaves this earth before you even get to say hi
Your loneliness leads you to painkillers and whiskey
To mask the agonies of anxiety and despair
Your therapist can no longer help you
And tells you to just move on
The bullying becomes too much to handle
Social media captures and suffocates you
Until there is no you
Then madness feels like the answer
Remember to hear the music of poets
To listen to the words that speak to you
They are sounds the soul needs to hear
To look in the mirror and see you as someone
Who matters in this world
Pick up the phone and call
Reach out to family and talk
Sleep won’t fix it
Drugs won’t fix it
Solitude won’t fix it
Walk along the beach
Listen to the waves
Feel the warm sand run through your toes
Stroll down the sidewalk
On a sunny day and soak up the fresh air
Smile at strangers
Do what makes you happy
Strum your guitar strings
Free your mind from cerebral slavery
Do not hesitate to fulfill your dreams
One day at a time
Find laughter at a zoo
Watching children feed the goats
Visit a support group and listen to their stories
Learn to let go of the past
Love that person in the mirror
Wave at your reflection in the pond
You are never alone
The world is filled with kindness
Remove those regrets
Fill your emotions with laughter
Reach out and never let go once you’ve
Grabbed a hold of true love
And it will carry you far
The rest of the way
On your life’s journey
by Chris Noe
The ocean for the first time
Pink Floyd at Soldier Field in the summer of 1994 (Pigs, Mirror Ball and the Rain)
The day I met my future wife at a train station on a cloudy rainy day
The Badlands of South Dakota
Children laughing at playgrounds
Gazing up at the stars
My little poodle named Shadow (1989-2004)
The lower dells near Starved Rock State Park
Sights along my first Route 66 trip
The balcony in Cancun of our hotel room (honeymoon)
Looking at the Caribbean Sea and hearing the waves rollin and out
First time I saw the movie The Matrix on the big screen
Once there was a guest priest at my childhood church who sang songs from the Lion King and gave a really powerful sermon
One summer, at work in the gardens, I saw several Hummingbird moths
When I was home recovering from surgery, My Aunt Rhonda had these chocolate dipped pineapples delivered to me
Seeing Katy Perry live at the United Center in 2014
Witnessing the White Sox win the World Series in 2005
Finally getting to see a brand new episode of Star Wars on the big screen (that actually brought tears of joy to my eyes) 2015
There are too many enquiries I examine
Competition is apparently strong in this world
Emotions are like wild beasts released from cages
Running around without any rules
There are no answers
No truth in science
I am human
Mistakes are made
Is NORMAL an actual term?
Does it have meaning?
Much focus in this world is about WEIGHT
What does that mean?
It’s definitely acceptable to feel WEIRD
Eccentric behavior makes me feel like I exist
Bullies pick on other people
They’re insecure with themselves
And wish to make others feel dejected
In order to boost their ego
Dwelling on the past does no justice for the mind
Beating myself up because
I forget things
Is a waste of time
Dreams and nightmare are part of life
And Music has amazing benefits on our brains
Music is my therapy
And it’s a great escape from problems
It’s all mysterious
What Makes a Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
He called it … Dad
What Makes A Dad
Wiped my ass when I was a baby
Taught me how to ride a bike despite me crashing into a tree and getting blood and dirt on me
Coached me in little league baseball
Came to the rescue when my classmates in 6th grade tried throwing me into a dumpster
You were my Scoutmaster in Boy Scouts and truly helped me become an Eagle Scout
You have always given me solid advice
Built a loft for me in college and drove all the way down by yourself because there was a part missing and it was very selfless of you to do that
We went on an amazing trip, just you and I, to South Dakota
You always helped me with my math homework, whenever you could
With several scary moments involved, you taught me how to drive. I think you had white knuckles then.
You took me to my first concert. It was Pink Floyd at Soldier Field. Very awesome!
You taught me how to mow the lawn
You went to my graduation ceremonies both in high school and in college.
Impersonated Donald Duck
Made me laugh a lot
You have an impressive music collection and taste (especially pink floyd)
A White Sox fan and went to a lot of games together.
You were always handy in the kitchen and with the grill.
You watched my track meets, swim meets and cross country meets
You drove me to school in your cool dodge truck
You let use drive your truck for a couple of summers to take to work when I was at the theater.
When I drove a Plymouth Acclaim, you had a cd player installed in it for my birthday and I was surprised!
You took us to the movies when mom had Tupperware parties.
You taught CCD and ushered at church
A firefighter for 20 years
You demonstrated the properties of liquid nitrogen at school and various organizations and froze a hot dog and it shattered on the ground when you smashed it.
We built model rockets and pinewood derby cars together for scouts while listening to the Beatles in the background.
You even took me out for my 21st birthday and bought me several drinks.
Thanks Dad for always being there for me…..no matter what!
I am a social kind of guy who wears Converse. And conversations over coffee and pie at a diner with a friend (or friends) puts me in a relaxed state of mind. When I shop around at a record store I talk to a guy named Steve; or as I call him, Sunday Steve. He works behind the counter and likes to talk about music. So do I. Normally I talk about music at my other blog: http://www.themusicbard.wordpress.com
I have the kind of job where I interact with people everyday. On the phone, via internet and believe it or not, IN PERSON!!! Wow! What a concept! Actually communicating with human beings in the flesh.
We’re not robots or computer data after all! Hooray! We are mammals and I am one of the social beings that exist out there.
I enjoy my job.
Helping other people. Solving problems. Answering questions. Listening to someone’s problems.
Just being there….helps
No I am not a psychologist or a social worker or a mentor or a teacher or a counselor. But I did go to college and I did get a degree in Sociology. However, the paths of my career choices led me to warehouses, office spaces, computers, copy machines, marketing distribution forms, mail machines, post offices, banks, train stations and conversations with the receptionists in the office.
A human resources representative once told me that I am “the corner stone of this company.” She said I was “creative, unique and original.”
I seem to apply my “social skills” to all of my environments.
I provide a social service everyday……making others laugh and listening to them cry too.
Recently I suspended my facebook account because it was finally getting to be too much for me to handle. Too much insanity! Too much drama! I need my own place to get out my feelings.
My happiness comes from connecting with other people in the real world. Lunch dates. Going out to the movies. Taking a jog through the neighborhood and saying hello to other people as I pass them on the street. Conversations are AWESOME! Humanity is a blessing. Empathy and sympathy does exist. We are all connected.
Sometimes you just have to press the reset button and disconnect and remember what you’re supposed to be doing.
Charity begins at home and my neighborhood.
I have much to be thankful for. Where am I lacking? Where have things become more important than Family or friends? This is a time to pray, give to others and give up so that I can become empty and get filled with a life of faith, hope and love.
What’s the biggest time waster and love defeater? facebook, for me. I’m gonna try to turn it off for a while. I know it sounds tough. But I will blog as much as I want and spend more time with my new book dedicated to road trips. I am more than 75% done. The goal for me is to take control of my family (Denielle, Smokey “the little canary upstairs” and I) back from some of the technology that is slowly robbing our lives of intimacy and closeness. I’m not preaching to my friends and family. I chose this for myself to do for however long it takes. I only ask that you respect my choice.
Part of the fun of this is that it is part of our shared sacrifices, language and love that reminds us that we belong to something so much bigger than just us and our own wants and desires. I have many obsessions and bad habits. More happy blog posts will re-focus my priorities and life goals to better my health. Peace out family and friends. This time, I will do it. Call or email me if you wanna talk.
This is my babble for today.
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Doodling is great for the soul. I go into a zone. My worries seem to disappear. I can just draw and scribble like a child and not care what anyone thinks. A Picasso is not me. Nor am I a Michelangelo. But, a bad day, bummer day, dull day or any day calls for scribbles. One of my passions is making mixtapes for my friends. I recently bought some actual cassette tapes. They are relics of the past. 80’s and 90’s nostalgia of trading cool music with cool people. I mostly put favorite tunes on blank CDs and then I cut out colored sheets into squares and I draw random pictures that evoke the mood of the mixtape. I wanted to share some recent sketches. It’s a real fun thing to do, even in my late 30’s. Being a kid is what it’s all about. That makes me happy!!!
This occurs when I am preoccupied where I lose track of time
When I am writing while listening
to the right sounds, rhythms and tunes
on the computer blogging and cataloging
or downloading music
essentially doing research
talking about something
that excites me and that I feel so passionate about
without skipping a beat.
In Michigan at my dad’s
watching a movie
writing in my notebook
and sorting through music
long bike rides
iPod on a train
When my boss is off work
even for a few hours
in the bathroom
at an amusement park
Music (rock, jazz, indie, mellow)
Going to diners
Collecting weird items
Hanging out with friends
Salvador Dali paintings
Black and White photographs
Listening to Jazz Records
Going to Concerts
Discussing rock bands
The behavior of people