I Stir The Earth

T.J. Knowles

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My Poems have languished on flat sheets of paper for 30-40 years. We are now sound and visually driven. So I have partnered with AI to bring my Poems to life. There is some irony in that statement. For my Album, I Stir Read more

My Poems have languished on flat sheets of paper for 30-40 years. We are now sound and visually driven. So I have partnered with AI to bring my Poems to life.

There is some irony in that statement.

For my Album, I Stir The Earth, I wrote every word and, at my general direction and prompting, Suno AI added the Tracks and Vocals.

I hope you find some connection or maybe try to figure out what meaning I may have in the way the words play together. The Album with lyrics/words can be found on Apple Music, Spotify, Pandora and the usual suspects.

My Poetry is The Human Element in these 19 Poems for which AI contributes all audio. If not for AI, the music would never be heard, but my Poems would still exist.

During my 25 years in the commercial music business and before launching into the Space and Defense materials world in 2006, I hired many hundreds of musicians, singers, voice-over talent, recording studios, engineers, music contractors from all over the country. My studio was inside The Village Recorder in Santa Monica, CA, and, down the hall from my pre-production room, was Skunk (Jeff) Baxter of Doobie Brothers and Steely Dan guitar fame and Robbie Robertson of The Band. Skunk has now been a Consultant to DoD on missile defense for years. So my move from music to Space has precedent.

I dedicate this Album to my Big Brother, the Late Great Rick Knowles, who changed his name briefly to Frank Lopez in college and whose Observations of the World included the nearly famous quote “If your nose runs and your feet smell, you are built upside down.”

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  Angels And Aliens 

 You belong here
 Hope is never out of reach
 We’re all Angels and Aliens
 Drawn to the lights and the Beauty and the Beach

 Drift by the city
 On a silver stream
 Park your highway heart
 But please deposit 35 dreams

 Come, make your wish!
 Walk upon a star
 And wonder, like the rest of us,
 Who you are.

 Touch reality
 On the city streets
 See the rabid fans
 Feel the Valley heat.

 Where else can you find 
 Laughter in a can?
 Waves of people crashing 
 On the Blue Pacific sand?

 

 

 

 

I Just Wanna Cross This Street Tonight

Catch the anger in my reflection
Stuck here at this intersection 
Can’t turn left - won’t turn right 
I Just Wanna Cross ThIs Street Tonight 
 

They don’t wanna let me go my way
Like a game they want to play
A steady stream of blinking lights
No right of way - no hope in sight

Got no light
To save my soul
Sit here steamin’
To the rock ‘n roll

I Just Wanna Cross The Street
(My baby’s waitin’)
She’s bound to overheat
I Just Wanna Cross ThIs Street
I Just Wanna Cross ThIs Street
I Just Wanna Cross ThIs Street Tonight

 

Brave Science
 
The monkey jumps, the snakes are fed 
The test tube test is testing red
The mysteries of the inner deep 
An oscillating quantum leap
 
Brave science marches boldly on  
To capture notes of nature’s song          
A lifetime drenched in Doppler dew
Discovery, looming next and new
 
And then, before discerning eyes 
The wonder of the nighttime skies
While God observes observers all
And still forgives our earthly fall
 
We search for comfort in the stars.

To look within and not afar
Would shatter–break our mirror minds
 We seek instead the godly sign
Of bursting stars and nebuli
 
Then, mice–like, squeaking,
Run and hide.

 Old At Thirty -One

 I've let myself get old at thirty-one.
 You're only as old as everyone makes you feel
 But I don't feel anything at all
 So maybe I'm just a shadow on the wall.
 It's really the pits- no fun
 When you're old at thirty-one.

Ants

Beneath old planks of cedarwood
The ants on angled legs all stood
To vent their spleens (Tho’ they have none)
To make a plan, to have some fun

For work, work, work was all they'd known
From rooster crow to nesting sun
In joyless toil they climbed the hill
Afraid to look - afraid to spill

Their armloads full of prey and food
No greetings (ants are very rude!)
And soldier-like upon the trail
The ants trudged on from tip to tail

Too long content in settled ways
Too long in fear of poison sprays
They seized the moment and the day
Laid down their fears  and went to play.

 

August 10

Always
There for us in our pain
Making it all better
Strong in your yielding
Gathering us all
To the safety of your Faith
Our words of love too seldom spoken
Once small, we tower over you
But in the wonder of your eyes
You see us still as children
The scratches on our knees
And our tiny hands still reach for you

 

I Stir the Earth

I Stir The Earth
To make a place for thyme
And roses with their stabbing beauty thorns

I bless them all
With water from my well
And watch their silent shudder
At the sudden chill

I leave them there
To struggle toward the sun
Between the dampened cold
And warmth above

While near the ground
The thought occurs to me
That prayer and planting
Need a heartfelt knee

I genuflect
God's plan too vast to see
I Stir The Earth
Which, soon, must stir for me

 

Diann’s Birthday Tea

Please join me for my Birthday Tea
Your presence is a gift to me
And if you come, we’ll have a ball
Cause I don’t feel the years at all

For all the things that I’ve been through
I count my friends and family, too
As more important than the time
My life’s a poem -You make it rhyme

Atheist On A Train

I see you on the train
Your eyes betray uncertainty
You clutch your ticket to your heart
And check the time again

This is the only stop it makes

You take your seat, 
A window seat
And gaze out through the foggy glass 
Across the frozen lake

This is the only stop it makes

You take your seat
A window seat
And gaze out through the foggy glass 
Across the frozen lake

Your Heart or Mine?

Someone has gotta be the first to fall
Or love won't have a chance
No chance at all.

Will it be you who draws the line?
Take my hand for all of time
Or maybe me who bares my soul
Feeling my heart start to rock n roll
Risk it all, just set it free

Well, what'll it be?

Forget the reason and the rhyme
What'll it be, Baby?
What'll it be?

Your Heart Or Mine?

My Father’s House

My Father’s house will always stand
Against the darkness and the dawn
A place where I can walk alone
Among his rooms and whispered walls

I trace the hallways of his heart
I cannot hold him close enough
Yet every memory, I embrace
And every glance, remember

 

Poems Are Not For Children (no music)

Poems are not for children
The words twist and turn in pain
That only comes from learning how to spell

Innocence is lost

When the child writes his first word
For, as his hand moves across the page,
He finds the curtain drawn
And, amid applause, struts across the stage

I Fight The Fish

I fight the fish
The fish plays me
My reel screeches 
maddeningly
 
He dives and twists
He rises high
To shake the hook
To show his eye
 
Then off he runs
Across the sea
Entangled  
In my destiny
 
"I'm out of strength!"
I scream to all
"You're out of line!"
The gaff-man calls
 

The fish, he turns
Torpedo-like 
To fix his aim
Prepared to strike
 
Alone against
This man and sea
He charges 
Dead ahead at me
 
A small event
His death and wake
The lesson there 
For me to take
 
And as we head
Once more for shore
I count this fish
As something more
 
From noble beast
To dinner plate
Is life's reward
Is all our fate

 

Roly Poly Bimple Snort

Roly Poly Bimple Snort
Is all I ever hear
Eleven Screaming simpletons 
Have drunk up all my beer

Old George Washington

People never ask me for my autograph
They only ask me for a dollar
Old George Washington’s still a popular guy
He’s seen a lot of action
Lots of purses and pockets

But he’s getting older now
And so very, very tired
He’d like to retire, maybe move to the desert
With the lizards and snakes
And the deep-buried rockets

He paid for most of them, you know
Look at his eyes
He’s ready to go
Old George Washington’s movin’ on
Look at his eyes
He’s ready to go

Waiting for history to repeat itself
No on wants to listen to those who’ve been there
Or their feelings inside
They’ve already got the scoop
From the Bible and The Enquirer

We’ve gotten older now and so very, very tired
We’d like to retire,
But the world’s gotten smaller
So we sit in our places
Getting lower and higher

We pay for everything, you know
Look at our eyes
We’re ready to go
Old George Washington’s movin’ on
Look at his eyes... He’s ready to go

Missin’ You

Slozzy pawn
Draggin’ thru the frim fram
Losin’ long Lennie in the tall, tall grass

Hoppin’ round
Downtown, too
Livin’ easy and Missin’ You

Puddin’ town
Knock around the rock tock
Bleedin’ blue blood and takin’ stick stack stock

Slippin’ through
Skyin’ blue hoo
Livin’ easy and Missin’ You

Nonsense such a bad rhyme
Passin’ the time, just passin’ through
Lookin for reasons in the clouds above
Passin’ time and Missin’ You

 

Ripples

This sense of fear
Of late I've known
From time to time
It pins me down
And forces me to stop

And think of places 
Far away and strange
Of happy times
In days now gone

I take a breath
And let it go
My strength returns
My mind moves on

And like the Ripples
In a silver stream
That seem to laugh
And tumble to the sea

But in a pool
Will pause
To rest and lap
Against the curving bank,

I seek a place 
To rest and dream
To find my love for life again
To feel the need to move upstream

Rancho Agua Fierro

Give me a place where words lead  quiet lives
Where things can breathe
Where memories flash like crystals in the sun

Where blue is a color; not a way to feel
Where the sun comes up like thunder
And the night fires freeze

Where lonely human hands have marked the trail
Where water is free for a rusty price
Where bandits and snakes know the secrets of life and death under the rocks

Give me this place where I can go to dream,
Where nothing is forced to rhyme 
And judgement ceases

Memory of Ireland

The sleeping boats lay still at dawn
They lean and list and will not rise
Too late to catch the morning tide
That flees Kinvara’s rocky shores

The golden butter-sun ascends
To break the spell of chill and mist
And warm the rock-strewn fields and bog
From Galway up to Kylemore

And though I leave this lovely isle
My heart will race on every shore
When I recall that once I stood
Too near the windswept Cliffs of Moher

LowKu (no music)

The prisoner breaks free
Iron bars bending
And slides down freedom's wall
So con-descending

Where The Current Runs Strong

I’m not movin’ up
Just down the river, rollin’ on
I wish it could have been that you had come along

Free wheeling down the river
Out in the Deep Middle
Where the Current Runs Strong

Clinging to the shore
Makes you cold and wet
Soon or later
The current’s gonna drag you
Out in the Deep Middle
Where the Current Runs Strong

It’s too late for swimming side by side
But I’d give a lot
To see you

Out in the Deep Middle
Where the Current Runs Strong