Wednesday, February 01, 2017

Rein on Reich

Lines them up and paints their arm
Say it's so they do no harm
Stokes the flames of fear and hate
Rein him in and not too late

Waves the flag and we all march
Down the street and through the arch
Fakes the truth and sells the lie
Squeeze us all and then comply

Rolling back the hands of time
Change our rights must be a crime
Make it great as if it's not
Remove the blemish on the spot

Where this leads I do not know
Ride the boat and nav the flow
Line them up and watch the strike
Before we blend into the Reich

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Don't Know

Don’t know who I was, while trying hard to decide
During all those moments pretending to be more than just a lie
Don’t know what I was thinking all those days, wasting my time
Waiting for my dream to arrive after a long steep climb

Don’t know how I got to this place, walking on this long and bumpy road
So many miles I’ve covered creating blisters or so I’m told
Don’t know when I turned away which eventually blocked my view
Causing each choice to fail until the day that I met you

Don’t why it took me so long to get it all so right
I must have had to earn it all before I could see the light
Don’t know where I was before you walked into my life
But the best decision I ever made was to take you as my wife

Monday, September 12, 2016

Parry the Poison

The more I learn, the more I don’t
Drags me to the pit, but I won’t
Digging my heels and stops me cold
Birthing a nation, or so I’m told

Prime time takes us that much closer
To the pretenders who are the posers
The book gives us the right to choose
Regardless of the end, all of us lose

Avoid the light and use your own
Slaughter the bull and set the tone
The time has come but it’s already set
All the cash won’t change the bet

So brace yourself and strap on tight
Take all you have and shun the light
The ride speeds up and just hang on
Before your choice is all but gone

Monday, January 18, 2016

Dunnit


at exuberant youth i have to laugh
i already took that photograph
doing things you think are new
which, years ago, i used to do

i'm old enough to be your dad
but the newest trick, your latest fad
is something i have done before
yet you bring it freshness, and do it more

i grew my hair down to my waist
and if someone said "try this" i had a taste
bell bottom jeans with flared cuff
and tie dye t-shirts.psychedelic stuff

i used to wear a leather vest
with no shirt to show off my hairy chest
golden hoop earring in my left ear
(if you pierced the right one it was considered queer)

yep, we were rebels without a cause
we had our love ins, we had our flaws
sugar cubes laced with LSD 25
at smoked out concerts, puffin' live

i played in rock bands, drove a 69' Stang
and always tried the latest thang
i loved the ladies more than life
even made a couple of them my wife

i see the kids on the scene today
their attitudes, the music they play
sometimes they surprise me, i cannot lie
but when i become my parents...it's time to die

i know i reached the highest highs
lived my life in laughs and sighs
and you young folks, my heart..you've won it
but believe when i say....
been there and done it

Quin Overman ( I think)


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Immigraine

I might as well chime in on the immigration issue since I have read enough horrible comments over the past few days from people who wish we were living in the days of the founding fathers, but would be hung for sedition based on their anti-government comments. It’s scary to read how many people are ready to take up arms against the Federal government because of their own policies or beliefs. They are truly under the delusion that they are carrying the torch of God to rid the country of evil starting with the President. I understand that there are multiple sides to this issue such as the President is enacting too many executive orders, people are circumventing the process and the rest I choose not to mention.

These comments accuse illegal immigrants of being a drain on the system, but there are more people born in this country abusing the system than are doing so illegally. These immigrants are hardworking people who perform all the jobs that are “beneath” the average American worker like picking produce, cleaning offices and other labor intensive work.

I don’t know if this order is allowed under the constitution or whether these people should continue with the process as is, but I do know that the boiling hatred that is commonplace in social media is sadly indicative of the wave of ultra-radicalism in this country. I have many friends who believe in a political party other than the one I follow and debate it responsibly. My wife and I do not always agree on the same issues, but her intentions are purely motivated by her love of this country and the hope that her party can improve it. It is not based on the pure intolerance and alarmingly dangerous rhetoric I have read online that makes me wonder where this country is headed as a Republic.

Thursday, July 09, 2015

The Train of Life



Some folks ride the train of life,
looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
and marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
and hang their head and cry.

But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different bent,
I look forward to what life holds,
and not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
as securely as i can be,
I want to be out on the front,
to see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
as I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
it moves along too fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
while you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
your life has jumped the track.

It's alright to remember,
that's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
there's so much mystery.

The enjoyment of living,
is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
to another year and ten.

It's searching all the byways,
never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
you gotta drive the train.


Marv Hardin

Friday, March 27, 2015

Will of the Way

Dusty is the mind that dwells in the past.
Digs up the bones and makes a cast
Crusty is the soul that throws the rock
Shouts down freedom from across the block

They slam down the gavel to govern your thought
Wrapped in a shroud that someone else bought
They bred you to believe in only their way
Because God forbid you start to stray

We left long ago to find our own path
Made some mistakes without taking a bath
Heard what we wanted and pondered the rest
Choices were made to determine the best

Wore many shoes but not forgotten
Some enlightened but others were rotten
Insert your intolerance not in my mind
Your biased opinions that make you go blind

So I remain myself and not swayed by the rants
Or march to the drone like an army of ants
But breathe the clean air of the will of the way
And treat a fresh start just like a new day