Freedom Ferocity


Subtlety has it’s time and place

Within the quietude of the sunrise, or the melody of a birdsong

Yet one truth is made abundantly clear time after time

Survival depends on the balance between serenity and storm

Speak softly but carry the big stick of your convictions

Follow your path unflinchingly

With an enduring willingness to defend your way


Journey with the confidence and knowledge inherent to you

Understanding the place for individuality of opinions

The right to proudly yet peacefully bring them to light

So that others may expand their vision should they so choose

“To each their own” should always leave room

For “until it becomes mine as well” if belief is heartfelt


Whatever the case may be, we should never be led astray

Spoon fed others ideals or tastes for fear of not conforming

I shall never be one to occupy that spot in an unfortunate line

With recognition of the probability that popular is not always right

Join me as one to offer choice beyond the black and white

Always defending the choice to be free


Free as we were meant to be

Free as we were so unselfishly given the right to be

Lifeblood spilled for that right to always be

Free to do my part to perpetuate that freedom

Free to walk with awe and respect in Mother Natures garden

For that opportunity each and every day

This Lion will roar with an unrivaled ferocity




What we have become…..

This was written for my site some time ago, and sadly it rings true once again. Normally I hope people will relate to my words. In this case, I wish that no one relates to this situation, but sadly I realize that too many do. If you are one of the lucky ones mentioned, I only ask you to never take your good fortune for granted.



  Anger, resentment, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of futility. These emotions cannot be denied in my present reality. However,I am most assuredly not alone in my plight. This sentiment is made abundantly clear  to me by the emphatic voices of my peers and colleagues.  Friends and foes alike cry out at the injustices being served by the ruthless perpetuity that defines the corporate machine.

  We have been reduced to nothing more than numbers. Barcodes to be more precise. To the ones who control the things that affect us most we are really nothing more than a series of seemingly random lines varying in thickness representing some impersonal numerical code. The human factor no longer exists when things are examined from this perspective. We are not even a tiny spoke in the great big wheel, but rather miniscule grains of sand being driven further into the ground as that wheel of progress rolls onward, and…

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Burning with intensity

This fire from within

Saving me from myself

Once more the feeling

Of rhythm to this rhyme


Only means of escape

From paradoxical torment

The heavier the metal hook

The more it tends to soothe

This seemingly savage beast


From the most forceful tempo’s

To the intricacies of subtle tones

Diversity taking center stage

All playing significant roles

In healing this unquiet mind


Tranquility finds it’s cadence

Inside a frantic driving beat

Peace comes alive deep inside

The measures of thoughtful melody

Colors of sound paint my life’s canvas


Spirit of sonic serenity awakens me

Casting away demon dissonance

Delivering me to a much safer reality

In this world and in my dangerous mind

 Harmony of life and music drives my pulse