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

THE ONE EYED THIEF (A song about Karma)

I dreamed my car was hijacked
A scary thing indeed
A thug the size of Utah
He caused my nose to bleed
Friends ask me was I frightened
Not really my reply
You see my fingernails
Extracted his right eye
The lawman viewed my handiwork
A smile upon his face
Vigilante justice
A one eyed thief’s disgrace

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

SONG IN FRACTURE

Would you like to hear my story?
Could you listen for awhile?
Will you gaze at me intently?
Will you leave here with a smile?

I’m not looking for a roommate
I’m not bent on giving in
Just laying down some lyrics
About beauty, hope, and sin

Life has been prismatic
Holographic form
Filled with false bravado
Hauntingly lukewarm

So much for acceptance
To hell with fitting in
Mask of indignation
Melancholy wins

CHORUS
It hurts too much to focus
On things that might have been
On dreams of love abandoned
Or when the pain shall end

We all have subtle lessons
I learn mine every day
At times a bit confusing
And daunting I must say

I wrote this song in fracture
Whimsy of release
Weary of the loneliness
Seeking only peace

I’m sick and tired of silence
It’s time to move along
New friends and foreign places
As I learn how to be strong

Thank you for a hearing
I’m grateful for your time
May God bless and keep you always
May your sonnets always rhyme

CHORUS
It hurts too much to focus
On things that might have been
On dreams of love abandoned
Or when the pain shall end

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

QUICKSAND

Walking down a lonely road
Requires a solitary mind
Void of apprehension
Open to a higher consciousness
Beware of the quicksand
Pockets of seductive misery
The cost of self enlightenment
Separates one from the play around you
One step at a time
Inching ever prominent
Never looking back
I’ve crashed and burned a thousand times
I’m sure I will again
Settling in
To permanent peace of mind

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

SOCIAL EXPECTATION

Manuscripts
In tattered reams
Storied tales
Shattered dreams
Proverbs strewn across the floor
They just don’t give a damn anymore
A blatant violation
Of social expectation
It is what it is my friend
Beneath the fabrication
False legislation
My motives I suppose
To force a rise from you
Painted plastic grin
Perhaps it’s peaceful in your skin
Forgive me if I doubt it
Impatience
Can’t you see?
You cannot fake sincerity
Gaping holes
Decaying minds
Mental illness
Such horrid finds
May my steps defy your logic
In subtle mystery
Someday perhaps you’ll find it
The way it’s meant to be
Fabricated morals
Lessons of deceit
Pointed innuendos
Forever incomplete

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

ODE TO JESUS CHRIST

Reams of schemes
Such dusty dreams
Friends that make me smile
My life has been adventure
No time for “might have beens”
These days I serve the Master
Highest holy grace
My goal is so simple
To see His brilliant face
Me?
Worthy?
Friends
If you only knew
NO WAY am I Godlike
Yet still I venture upward
Blessings flow each day
My prayer
That all shall find Him soon
I’m blessed… because He found me
No longer am I lost
I have so much to say
Father God
Mighty Yahweh
Intimate companion
My ultimate friend
When my time signals “END”
Only then shall I begin……..


© Bill Grimes Jr 2011

TALE OF A MANCHILD

Ian is a “Wolf child”
The Cult
His ticket punched
Me
I am a man-child
Survived 51 years
Yet still a boy inside
Not seeking to hide
Enjoying the ride
Life is fascinating
So exhilarating
Constantly creating
My Lord has blessed me richly
No way do I deserve
Still grateful for my alms
Blessings
Complete submission
Vast discipleship
I nod my head in prayer
Sincere attempt and real humility
His gift of life is free
Even for a wicked wretch like me
My job is crystal clear
To share His grace so dear
Every day
Every way
And no one turned away
Spiritual day
Our Saviors blessed majesty
I see my sweet Lord
My soul is yours forever more
Thank you Father
For such joy and praises
Thy will shall always conquer
In your Holy Name

AMEN

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011

NIGHT LIGHT

Eerie Orange Harvest Moon
Ever calling me
Beckons children to the sea
Creates God’s brilliant night light
Enigmatic orb
Haunted perhaps
It matters not to this poet’s soul
My
How it fascinates me so
Perhaps someday I shall go…….

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

AUGUST 2009 DREAM

Madison Alabama
3:00am
Startled by the alarm clock
Not usually one to be startled
An incredible dream
I’ll share it with you now
It was very late at night
I was cruising in a strange sedan across Mobile Bay
Golden and shiny like Halloween Glitter
Bob Marley blaring
I AM and i
The Bay Way Tunnel in the distance
Heading for a Convention
The boring 3 day kind
My last gig was still in charge back then
Corporate Babylon calling
“One good thing about music….when it hits….you feel no pain”
As I approached the orb entrance
Sweet Port City in my sights
Massive doors blocked my path
The garage door type
The flipping tunnel was closed Man
Not one to dally on quick decisions….I gunned it
Smashing through the forbidden access
I awoke to law enforcements finest
Was quickly whisked away in handcuffs
To our Corporate Headquarters
Not a scratch on me
So many questions flying
I can’t make out their words
Just music………beautiful music
My colleagues and business leaders surrounded me
Defending me
Coming quickly to my aid
Attorneys and Politicians huddled
I was released after the fine was paid
$2,600.00 for the door
What about the car I asked
They gave me the usual “Bill you’re crazy” look
I was escorted to a long black limo
Massive
Opulent
As I pulled away from the scene I was suddenly stopped again
The very same group of lawmen
They informed me that Gwen
(Gwen knows who she is) 
No need to dig up old Scottsboro dirt
Had also rammed the door with the company pick-up truck
They handed me the bill for her fun
$14K and some change
Apparently the entire engine fell to the ground in a heap
It was at this very moment I awoke
I’ve no idea the meaning of this dream
But good job Gwenny……….



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

From a very dear friend..........

"I don't know a soul who's not been battered, I don't have a friend who feels at ease...I don't know a dream that's not been shattered, or driven to its knees. But I'm alright...I'm alright. Just weary to my bones. Still, when I think of the road we traveled on I wonder what's gone wrong. I can't help but I wonder what'...s gone wrong"~


Paul Simon

FROM MY HEART TO YOURS

Long distance relationship
Cerebral Chess Match
In the very loosest of terms
I'm baffled and intrigued
Why I cling to your ghost
Lean towards you the most
As if you are truly real
This question perplexes me so
Perhaps I’m quite daft
To follow you so blindly
Or simply insane
For not letting go
I sure would like to know
At times you dodge me like a bullet
Then other times you hold me so closely
That I can feel your pounding heart
As if I would break
Chords that make me weep in artistic joy
I have so many questions
Those require truthful answers
I deem you precious in these aging eyes
Have no earthly idea why
Just know it to be true
You’re a package deal my muse
For what it’s worth, I’d have it no other way
Your blessings are alms to me as well
I already love them as mine
Children…..ALL CHILDREN are blessings
My mind swirls around discovery
And your certain way out and upward
Fifty one years of art
So close to fruition
Still so very far away
I'll never play games with your head dear Muse
Such is childish play
EVERY word I lay on your alter it so real
But to walk with me on this journey
You must have the proper mindset
Ready to drop all things ill man-made
Like lights out and smoking in the dark
Empty Fridge
What do the babies eat?
Life’s creature comforts
Denied……….
When cowards flee from their responsibilities
To me my dear
“Disruption” to your children
Is to leave them stuck in this vicious circle
I have no clue where that honed mind of yours now lurks
I’ve already tipped you my hand
If it's truly time to say goodbye
To your brilliant and melodic muse
Know that my heart shall shatter
It may not even matter
But my deepest thoughts see it differently
Far from the selfishness trip
The gilded, greedy kind
My how I wish I knew you better
For never has this opportunity come knocking so clearly
Patiently I wait until I can wait no more
Then you've already glimpsed the end of the story.........

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010


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"Approve or not...It's cool with me...The words have eyes...So you can see"... (C) Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

JUSTICE

Afghani Farmer
Mule and his tool
Meager living scratched
Razor sharp bleed
Purple nectar oozing
His wheat crop sucked this year
Drug Lords ease his family’s fear
Pipelines to Iran
Turkey
Pakistan
Billions swapping hands
Hypocrites scoff at the documentary
As they abruptly step around
The unconscious junkie on their hometown street
The right wing war on drugs
Political thugs
Our prisons bulging
From Mother Nature’s “crime”
So people WTF?
You sincerely believe in zero tolerance
In this world of back room deals
Criminals run stop signs daily
Then pop caps between innocent eyes
Baby thugs arise
This comes as no surprise
The Great Compromise……….

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

APPROACHING THUNDER

Energy
Peaceful synergy
Goal of noble intention
Yet so exploited
Raped by the powers that be
With no humility
If God Almighty had in mind
That we annihilate one another viciously
So irreverently
Then the Book of Revelation would be a farce
Me
I believe
Trust me my friends
We ain’t seen nothing yet………


© Bill Grimes Jr 2010

ESOTERIC DREAMS

Friends and passers by
Come to and fro so quickly
Few and far between
Some grow a bond unseen
One borne of mutual respect
Admiration
Artistic longing
I found you precious muse
Centuries ago…….
Or so it suddenly seems
Esoteric dreams
Perhaps we are not destined to blend
But know this in the end
You have touched me beyond words
I miss you dearly
Perhaps I always will……..

© Bill Grimes Jr.

MORTAL SELFISHNESS

Sliding down a hill of contemplation
Deepest meditation
Wayward consternation
To conquer insignificance
Feat of deft precision
Taking it all in
With a big picture focus
Individual steps
Personal relationships
Lifelong friendships
Eye to eye sincerity
That cannot be exploited
Such a lovely change
From mortal selfishness………..

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

MELODIC CHORDS IN C

Dripping colors
Drifting sand
The chase is getting out of hand
Such is life in Neverland
So close to comatose
So far from a balanced dose
Love
A sacred place to be
Especially for me
Ancient tale of destiny
Spiritual balance
Social nonchalance
Echo of melodic chords in C
Blues
Rhythmic Rasta riffs
Executive stiffs
Beautiful muse of mystery
I have no expectations
No doubts of where I’ve been
Or where it all begins
Just know it’s always been here
Flowing words are crystal clear
Especially when she is near………..

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010