Thought......

Simply because many do not understand a man’s methods, his thoughts, his words, or his ways…….Does not mean they are un-sound.
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

Definition of the word “ART” by Merriam-Webster.com:
“The conscious use of skill and creative imagination, especially in the production of aesthetic objects or works produced”

THREE GENERATIONS

This song is inspired by Steve Earle's "Copperhead Road"

http://www.vevo.com/watch/steve-earle/copperhead-road/USMV70400020


My Daddy’s named William
They call him Bill
Granddaddy was Wilbur
“Buck” its still

Sarah Ellen
My sweet baby gurl
She holds my heart
She is my world

My son’s the III
We call him Will
Third generation
Big shoes to fill

I’m Bill Jr.
Old friends add a “Ray”
A nickname proudly carried
From back in the day

Pride and honor
Still runs deep
Sacred tradition
I’m proud to keep

McBryde was my Momma
James her dad
We called him Papaw
A shipyard lad

I had two Mamaws
A blessing indeed
Incredible women
Sowed our family seed

I dream of them often
Always in peace
They guide me still
As my memories increase

So blessed with family
Fine memories
At times I’ve been blind
Yet they helped me see

There is nothing richer
Than precious love
A pedigree
From God above

Thank you Jesus
For blessings received
May I always be worthy
Your will achieved

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

A WORD MAN AT 52

Hit the wall
Busted balls
Hearing desperation call
Onward
Upward
Higher plain
Disappointment
Ruptured veins
Half an hour
Twenty years
Blasting by me
Subtle tears
Blessed loved ones
Cherished friends
New beginnings
Bitter ends
Smothered conscious
Vibrant soul
Thank GOD
I have my rock and roll……

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

RITE OF SUBTLE PASSAGE

My mind is growing weary
My body
Simply tired
Prevailing social theory
Dishonor
Deftly wired
I seek serenity
Forever on the hunt
At times I find Nirvana
Consternation front
Please forgive my moxie
The words must always fit
Sacred and eternal
Wisdom and bullshit
As a child I was a dreamer
This man still yearns for peace
Less tolerant of liars
Quite focused on release
Of nasty mental illness
Roadblocks of the soul
Rite of subtle passage
As time tells me
I grow old….

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

FLOW

Friends
Don’t cry for me
Cause urination always
Smells eventually
Makes its way downhill
Following its destined course
I’m weary of life’s stage
Adventures
Unrequested
In the wings I love to lurk
Nursing ancient rage
Flowing through a murky maze
At times, asleep for days
Many moons ago
I gave up scripted strife
To have a new and simple life
Being vulnerable is intimate
Intimate is bliss
It’s why I tell you this
Love without waver
Speak your mind and heart
Focus on the real
As you consummate the deal
Dig on Kings of Leon
Sample Country Joe
Drift within the music
And flow…….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011