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Joe Hertler & the Rainbow Seekers, Mo Pop 2018

July 31, 2018July 31, 2018 Admin

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Fourteen-degree-freeze to set you free from worry of what this winter will come to be. Heart is beating with rhythm, coffee is warming my belly, this smile seems reluctant to stray. When I was younger people assumed I was on drugs, over time they learned I’m living on love. My daily @driftercoffee routine has become sacred to me, a family feel, community vibe, and wonderful reminder that no matter the weather it’s a great day to be alive. Connect with the feeling and hold it inside, long enough to go outside and consider everything from something beyond your default perspective. Marvel in Michigan’s frigid shine, breathe in its cool, crisp, air and dare to cherish each of your days no less than the last, because what if it was? Our environment plays such an integral role on our being, no reason to keep yourself believing that we need any one season more than the other. Like plants, humans are drawn to the sun, but we are made differently you see, and we are capable of not only surviving the tundra but thriving in this time when we rest and make space for personal growth. It is a time of learning, yearning for the warmth of a fire, conversation, one another, and the potential of building what’s to come. It is a unique time in this nation where we must decide who we wish to build a foundation with; a time where we must let our hearts guide us to and away from what feels right and wrong, hoping to collectively sing a song so simple and beautiful the rest of our tribe worldwide will be compelled to harmonize. More than ever we need to capture the imagination of a people divided and it begins with you and I, in places like this, on days like this, and it doesn’t begin with a wish, rather a warm gesture, helping hand, soft gaze, and inviting smile that suggests that you’re the type of person who believes in the soul of a man or woman; someone who believes in the ingredients underneath; daring to possess faith without needing to see the fine print; the choice not to flee from but retreat to one another and discover the multitude of ways we can make one another’s lives better with our own two hands, two feet, reciprocity, and rhythmic heartbeat. #thisisagoodsign

Winter has arrived with snowfall heavy and bright, all through the day and into the night, on the eve of the full moon. Cars are buried, trees freshly powdered, the time has come for collective release, let go and embrace its power. Experience floods my blood, realized in the feel of emotion; after all - the moon moves more than just the ocean. Allow yourself to be moved in whichever direction your heart desires; let these moments be the kindle to help ignite your fire. If you feel it deep in your bones, know you’re not alone, and it’s about time to let your best intentions show, without the ability to know where they will go, we plant the best pieces of ourselves into this earth and garden their growth. What are you drawn to most? What pulls you with the allure of the coast? What oath have you wished to make with yourself, yet let slip through the cracks? It’s alright, don’t look back, don’t you worry, slow down and take a breath, there is no hurry. There is only time and space: a living whiteboard for you to create, manifest, and test the limits of your will and wonder… doesn’t it feel like it’s time to discover the pieces of you, shining brightest, reflected in the joy and smiling eyes of others? You have the ingredients because you are the ingredients; you are the magic, but still must wave the wand. #thisisagoodsign #thisisagoodsound #electricforest #poetsofinstagram #newmoon #empower #intentions #wordsmith #67kevin

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#tbt with my main man Senor PMT @tshear15 #InspireDetroit

The marvelous, dedicated, immensely talented, and real @jessepalter giving hope to all those dreamers out there. @willisshowbar | #thisisagoodsound #jessepalter #detroit

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All in a good day’s work. #captaindetroit #handlebardetroit #lithuanian #67kevin #michigrammers

My dreams take me in the direction of people who are like me: those who create, innovate, and prioritize time to celebrate just how magnificent life is. Not with a wish, but with a will and a way, connected by an infinite number of choices made with passion and reluctance to stray. Each day we wake up with the opportunity to build upon the foundation of a lifetime. What is it you wish to build? Can you paint me a picture of how you behold beauty? A snapshot of time you hope to see? Why would we be given the ability to dream, without the reality of some coming true? If you’ve found your beach, do you seek it? If you’re giving love away, are you taking the time to receive it? Can you recall the last time you made a promise to yourself and believed it? Consider all the ways you spend your energy and if you really need it. Our energy is a resource refueled with passion; sheer necessity will inevitably deplete it; infinance resides deep within, but only you can free it. #thisisagoodsound #communityofpoets #michigrammers #puremichigan #lakemichigan #sunset_madness_ #sunset_captures #writersociety #travelblog #medicinetribe #wordsmithing #mentalhealth #spirituality #puremittenpride #thegreatlakestate #empowered

It's that time of year again where I'm blow away that Andrew-Wild Card-Badger-Law has made another revolution around the sun, and I'm grateful. I love you man. Our adventures continue, as does your legend. It feels like we're closer to those dreams that lead us to late nights in Chicago, Houston, Dallas, Austin, Indy, Long Beach, and Nashville to name a few, and the inevitable challenging mornings that accompanied them. Whether it was the Nissan Leaf, Versa, Nintendo, esurance, IndyCar, Verizon, Michigan home football games, or MSU hockey, we've been all up in the highways, byways, dive bars , suburban malls, city streets, and waterways of this great land and are better for it. It hasn't always been the easiest, nor the prettiest, but it's hard to say that I'd change any of it, because hot damn - what a story we're writing. Happy birthday Andrew Law, it's been real. @lawandre82 #intothewild #livemas #wildcard #adventure

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It’s been a minute #Kalamazoo come out to @olddogtavern and have your face melted by @lazer.lloyd 🕺🏼 #thisisagoodsound #lazerlloyd #olddogtavern #rootsrock #rockandroll #guitarist

#tbt about this time a few years back in #NorthCarolina at Paradise Falls after my special guy got married and I adventured with his brother, Tyler. #fallcolors #waterfall #chasingwaterfalls #fallingleaves

Founders in the news again, singing the privileged-white-bigot’s blues, looking for an amen. Can’t tell if a man is black or white, stupidity masked with ignorance, never absorbed the difference between wrong and right, up and down, the sound of a good man learning he isn’t. Hard to believe people think this isn’t still a fight; harder to ignore truth in plain sight; ignorance seems too common a convenience when you’re rich and white. Where have the lines gone, drawn in the sand? What is this source of entitlement, don’t you recall we killed the innocent and stole this land? Hate resides behind smiling eyes, better carry your umbrella, don’t be fooled by blue skies. Intent is a difficult thing to hide behind a smile, no matter how wide it only takes a little while for ugly truth to shine. I hope it rains on your parade to help you absorb the poison you deposit into our earth, and take the coming days to consider your ways, the God to which you pray, and which heritage for him or her you have chosen as mainstay. It’s about time we quit hating our own kind, we are a human species, why is there so much content to prove this indecent thesis? Seemingly intent to rip us to pieces. Be better; be kind; it’s about time; long overdue; yesterday’s news, singing the privileged-white-bigot’s blues again. #whiteprivilege #racism #equality #poetsofig #writerscommunity #poetryslam #founders

It seems the more we say the less people hear, songbirds whose notes descend upon deaf ears, because the greatest songs sing to our greatest fears. But what is it about the lessons we will not listen? When did truth become the only thing we’re missing? Where has the love gone from two people kissing? How is equality something for which we’re still wishing? Who is to blame for letting Dr. King’s vision be lost in vain, in a world filled with inflicted pain, because not all love looks the same. It’s easier to judge another when you don’t know their name, or their burden, after all, turns out we’re still learning. How to dream, how to be, how to see, what to believe, and just what it means to be free. With freedom comes a cost, and if decency is lost, it’s time this or that American Dream be tossed. Instead it is packaged and sold, bought and bowed, misguided and contrived, inorganic and unaligned. Tell me, have you taken the time to listen to a heart beat? It is a sound without pronoun or color, born from a mother, the most precious gift from one to another, created in love, or lust, often hard to tell until the dust settles, and we’re left to read the letters. But they are our letters to write and read - let people decide what they need, so long as it doesn’t require others to bleed. We are divided; we are impatient, and we are intolerant of the variables that make us unique and beautiful. We can grow; we can change; and I think it could begin by learning the name of what we’re taught to hate. We have so much potential, yet ourselves to blame. Born into the wild, willingly tamed, collected and caged, isn’t it time we sing out? Or bear the burden of these chains. #poetrycommunity #poetryslam #writersofig #poetsofig #thedyingromantic #languageoflove #singout #equality #love

I live a life different than most to ensure healing and magnificent vibrant sunshine is in my soul you see; so come rainy days I am quite content to gaze through a coffee shop window and love life for all that it is, reveling in the memories that have made me into the man I am today. I have found true happiness by using and evolving my gifts to help others and it has liberated me from the immense pain and suffering so many endure as a result of being sold on another man’s dream. Long ago, and possibly without knowing, it occurred to me that most dreams are never realized because they pertain to the interest of the few and not the many; they are grand in fortune but not in design; they are connected by a single thread which will come undone as our best intentions are trumped by circumstance and a loaded deck. The Royal Oak streets outside the Office Coffee shop collect rain the very way my soul absorbs the vibrations of a well strum mandolin; a smile from a stranger; and a class of students who pile on me as I lay with them on their classroom floor, during dismissal. My eyes release tears to inspire a sensation through my veins best described as tingles to remind me of the reason I am on this Earth, the work I have done, and blessings I continue to share. The masses are intent on coming and going without regard for being, seeing, and believing enough to doubt the veil placed over our eyes. Blue skies captivate and distract our attention, but rainy days offer the opportunity of ascension by considering the source of this hate and tension that fuels a war with ourselves while selling the warlord’s products on his shelves and forces a good man to dwell over the misery the machine has induced and the souls it has used to ensure a battle it couldn’t lose until free men choose to make a truce and put their discontent to use saving souls instead of digging six foot holes in the ground with the sound of bullets and blame all because they wouldn’t look themselves in the mirror on days, when it rained. #rainydays #poetrycommunity #poetryslam #writersofig #poetsofig #thedyingromantic #languageoflove

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We live in a world competing for attention, swaying us with bells and whistles in every direction, telling us when and what to choose, what we’ll lose, prescribing a daily regimen for how we oughta be used, or cut loose - from what? Hard to say, so we pray, to what? Each of us with a different answer to where we look for hope when a loved one is diagnosed with cancer, lost at sea to addiction, or when the weight of cold water instills affliction, seemingly too heavy to bear. We wear problems as if they were only our own; how is it on a planet with 7.53 billion people we can feel so damn alone? Maybe in a world of products it’s time to fight back by choosing people, and I don’t just mean the ones we wed in a church and steeple, but the choice to care and let go of ego, lend a hand, hold a hug, and not fool ourselves into believing help needs to come from above, when we know it comes from love, sacrifice, and really just fucking being nice! Which is natural by the way. Today might be a good to try it, call it a new way to diet. Most of you always have, and always will, while others are still looking for it in a pill, because a guy named Bill continues to pass his own agenda in a House, that is anything but a home, filled with representatives few of us really know, stifling hope, serving few and not many, squeezing life out of a lifeless penny, dividing the conquered, conquering the divided, flipping a system with the illusion it is two sided; selling scarcity under the guise of capitalism, when abundance is provided. #thisisagoodsound #beinghuman #love #poetry #benice #holdontohope #communityofpoets #michigrammers #positivevibes #inspiration #writerscommunity #wordsmith

There’s an ever-growing sensation taking place wherever the Gypsies are playing. A common connection and understanding that we’re all experiencing something special that is lifting off the ground before our very eyes. @thegasolinegypsies #thisisagoodsound ——————————————————————- Read my interview with drummer Joe Makowski at ThisIsAGoodSound.com ——————————————————————- #thegasolinegypsies #rootsrockrevival #rockandroll #vagabundos #musicindustry #musicjournalism #michiganmusic #musicblogger #rockandrollwriter

What is today if not the time to let go and grow? Your time here will be measured most critically by its keeper, because only you know what it is you seek from treasures beyond the ether; but do not mistake measurement for meaning, or dreaming from being. Wake up believing that you’re right on pace, right on time, and even your kindest measurements of yourself are tricks of the mind. A snapshot cannot reveal the being you’ve grown to be; the storms you’ve weathered and learned to flee; nor the potential for all things which you’ve planted like seeds, growing into a tree with leaves of all sizes, shapes, and colors. You are not your best or worst moment in time, rather a circular line that harmonizes the sound of a thousand voices born from a thousand choices which paint a picture of the road you’ve traveled, but cannot determine with certainty, the direction your journey will unravel. Each day, each breath, comes with a compass pointing north, south, east, and west, quiet the voice in your head and feel for the beat of the heart within your chest. It is your map, instinct your key, why are you asking others what to believe, when to leave, and if you should have stayed? These days, are your days, to be directed by your gaze. Focused attention, in any direction, will yield evidence of your intentions. #thisisagoodound #writeon #goldenhour #oldmissionpeninsula #northernmichigan #poetsofig #poeticinspiration #sunflare #puremichigan #thedyingromantic #naturalmichigan #michigrammers

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