Guitar Chords


Poetry about Faith and Music.

Tired, too tired to write.
Just gonna play on my guitar tonight
and lets the chords take me there.
Music, take me there.

Did you ever feel like a king
and ask David to play you a song?
When you hear those chords, your troubles pass away
and they strum away all that’s wrong.
Faith, take me there.



A poem about writer’s block.

drip, drip drip,
waiting for a thought to come.
Waiting for a song to become.
drip, drip,
pen and paper in hand,
you can hear the band,
drip, drip, drip,
the cello’s are tuning,
the violins, too,
the drummer is shuffling,
whispers from the crew,
drip, drip,
but I’ve got nothing to say.
the lights are dimming,
drip, drip,
the curtain is open,
the paper’s still blank,
the stage is dark,
crowd starts to think,
drip, drip, drip, drip
a darkened set,
I’m standing on stage,
any moment,
the lights will engage,
the director’s watching,
baton in the air,
my paper’s empty,
there’s nothing there.
drip, drip, drip
baton drops,
the lights turn on,
the pianist starts
to play their song.
I let go of my fear of
what can go wrong.

A poem of love,
inspiration, above,
look around and see,
you and me,
the fear can entrap you
this isn’t a test,
let go, have fun and let
your pen do the rest.



A Poem About Music:

He played the blues, yes, Johnny played the blues.
And with every riff, you could feel him lose.

He’d lose the day with a high note
but that was just to get him started.
The low note would would a little joy
to lose the pain of the broken hearted.
When he’d lose the other notes,
he’d bend and let it ring.
It hit just the right spot to
let loose his soul to sing.

It didn’t matter what he’d been through
or what’d happened that day.
With those crunchy electric guitar notes
he could lose himself away.

Get Lost in the Riff.

November 2 2017


Something happened in my life, and now I’ve been playing my guitar all the time. Playing for hours at a time. Well, for one thing, I got this awesome guitar. But it’s not so much the guitar, but how I got the guitar.

Earlier this year, my dad (who lived quite a few states away from me) and I began planning out a guitar that he would build for me. He was a lifelong carpenter; very talented. He thought he’d take a shot at building a guitar for me. We planned it out, got all the specs. The wood was delivered, and most of the hardware came in, too. Only one problem, when they arrived at his house, my dad wasn’t there.

I didn’t hear from my dad for a while, but he had told me he was going on a camping trip. But, within a week or two of not hearing from my dad, we found out he had a sudden death. And it was not a pretty situation. This was about 3 months before my wedding. It was very hard to process.

My brothers, however, did something awesome. The hired a luther (that is, a guitar maker) to take all of the supplies and design and put the finished product together. And he did great! This is a real great piece of work.

When I play this guitar, it’s not like playing other guitars was for me. It’s like the music comes from a whole new place in my soul. And that’s about all I can say about it.


Drunken Hearted Boy (A Case Study)


“Well, yes, people I am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
Well, yeah, people I am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
I have a whole ocean of trouble,
And just a little, half pint of joy.

I drink because I’m worried,
I don’t drink because I’m dry.
I know if I keep on drinkin’,
I’m liable to drink away my life.
But that’s alright.

Baby, bring me another half-a-pint,
I’m trying to drown these blues, yes I am.
People if you had my trouble,
Baby, I know you’d be drinkin’ too.

Baby, if I keep on drinkin, I know I can’t last too long.
Woman, if I keep on drinkin, people ya know I can’t last too long.
That’s alright, cause when I’m dead and buried,
Please think about me when you hear this song.”

From Elvin Bishop and the Allman Brothers/Filmore East.

No, I’m not encouraging you to be a poor, drunken hearted boy! I actually rarely drink alcohol, myself. Instead, I am admiring the artistic (yes, artistic) nature of this song.

This song is just an open, heartfelt admonition of, as he says, a poor drunken [broken] hearted boy. Here, the writer is not trying to hide who they are, rather, they pull you in to feeling it, yourself. You can feel it in Elvin Bishop’s voice as he sings the words. And when Duane Allman comes in on the slide guitar, you can feel his guitar howling every note of a poor drunken [broken] hearted. They bring you in to where life has brought them down. And before you start judging, he leaves you with the warning that, if you had his troubles, you could be just like him.

It’s an eloquent admission of a broken-hearted drunk. And what better art it there, than that which can make you feel something from the lives we live.

However, life isn’t just about self-discovery. One of the hardest challenges in life for a man is to admit that he needs help.

Listen to the song, yourself, and see if you can feel a part of their world.

It can be found at this link ->

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B.B. King Case Study


Call it art or call it the Blues,
putting just a few lines together,
with the words of an “Average Joe”
and that no one can do better.

“Nobody loves me, but my mother,
And she could me jivin’ too.
Now you see why I act so funny, baby,
When you do the things you do.”

B.B. King