"Chains"

Bound in chains, the chains of my own

I planted them well and now they've grown

More and more links I make and I add

My conscience grows weak, my heart becomes sad

But this feelings I take no heed

Just make more links at the quickest of speed

I keep them hidden away from all

No one must see me when I stumble, I fall

My friends, they know me for who I am

Adults still me as a little lamb

Oh, it will pass; its just a phase

Pretty soon you'll laugh when you talk of these days

They say this often; I don't know why

If they saw the chains they'd yell or cry

It is so hard to loose these chains

For now they've become my walking canes

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

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"Nothing New"

Catches the boy, the trap is not in falling
But in being without a guide
Why must it be this way or that way
You have forgotten me
So run with haste
The wind that taste
Close Your …
It's all been said before
Just cup your hands over ears
And scream
Falling down and don't retreat
You've left me, it seems alone
Or I've ignored you steps
Towards what you whisper
Snowy winters
Now speak your …
Its all been said before

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

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"Rock Revival" Cello (The new guitar heroes)

For anyone who hasn't seen this yet but appreciates music, this is a must see. You don't have to be an AC/DC fan to like what these guys are doing here with cellos and in my opinion owning the song. Is this the new cool? Will kids put down their guitar pics and drum sticks for bow? I don't know but it is fresh and I can watch it over and over again. As usual I am a late comer in discovering anything on the web, aps, just started social media a few weeks ago, but check out the rest of the songs on these guys channel.

Its great news for all the band geeks too, prett soon girls will be passing out over cellos, and recorder recitals. You can wear your steam punk and victorian outfits, and no one will laugh. They will all just want to know where you got it from or if you can help them design there own outfit. Charge the jocks double though because you know their intentions aren't pure. Awesome video though and the best new take on music videos I've seen in a while. Some may hate me for this, but I like it better than the original song. Check out Cello Wars and Cello Thunderstruck.

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"Doors"

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." - John 10:10

Morrison, oh Morrison, a drunkard preaching

Spoken of the truths you alone could not find

Little red Riding Hood; you ate her

Manson and yourself, not a heart between

Deceitful mass of selfish ambition

Tear stained glass cathedral windows

Monuments of those who follow

Only to have there spirits torn, discarded

By those who live for, love, lie the tongue

The greed, by which they yield their souls

To the downs

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

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"Flowers on Weeds"

Stay the night and be there still in the morning

Stay the night and everyone after that 

Eyes like a fire, she will burn you boy

Don't really mean to, but she's killing you and you're destroyed

Little wonder why I love you, you've got so much inside

Little wonder why I'm leaving; I've got too much to hide

- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

We say we want people to love us, but we are too afraid to reveal who we are. So when they say they know you, how does it feel to remain unknown? If every relationship you start is under false pretenses then who do you really love? My name is Calvin, and I am afraid of not doing things well, or having my writing judged as trite. I am scared of failing, but I am willing to let you see me. This is who I am.

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"The Least"

I was walking down the street, feeling all alone
When from the shadows in an alley, I heard a man grown
Not thinking of the man, but only for me
I started to run, but then heard his plea
"Sir, please don't leave," I heard him cry
"For I have been mugged and beaten, and left to die."
So I ran into the dark, forgetting my fear
And the old man smiled and wiped away a tear
"Forgive me,' I said, 'for taking so long
My fear overtook me, and I know it was wrong"
He said,"Don't feel bad for I've seen many today
Your not the only person, who has passed this way"

-Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

We all imagine ourselves heroes, waiting for the worst case scenario when we'll rise to the occasion and save the day. But what about all the  missed alleys of opportunities in between?

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"Stone"

Little spark within my heart; I kindle and it grows

No fire yet, while fed by thought, it's there but know no one knows

The wood of practice lies all around, but I never pick it up

In theory such a simple thought, in my life an empty cup

A cold wind comes, I shiver some, but settle for a sheet

I thank people for the blankets they give, but then leave them at my feet

Never really covering myself, for fear that I might suffocate

To avoid some pain I freeze to death, and live as though I hate

- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

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"From A Soldier Boy To The Girls At Home"

Kit was my Great Grandfather and this was given to me when I was young. I found it in a box with some of my old writings today. While I never knew the man, he held a legendary presence in the minds of those who did as I would find out later from the people who knew him. Did he compose this himself or like it and copy into a letter to a girlfriend or possibly my Great Grandmother? I am not sure, but here is the poem:

Darling when I am far away from you

Somewhere in France

I ask you to always think of me

And pray that I may have a chance

To leave you dear it was hard

The hardest thing of all

But I am no slacker

When I hear my country's call

To be at home with you little girl

It is happiness that is true

But I cannot see the enemy down

The Red, White, and Blue

I used to be with you

After beautiful happy days

But it makes me feel mighty blue

To think I am so far away

Someday in the far future

This great conflict will end

And a soldier boy who loves you

Will come marching back to you again

It is the duty of every girl

Who is left behind

To always remember the boy she loves

Who is on the firing line

The girls here are beautiful 

But anywhere I roam

There is none to compare with

The girl I left at home

For she was so sweet 

And loved the uniform

When the boys are marching by

In step with some national hymn

It thrills my heart to know 

That I was one of them

I wonder if she prays for

The boy that went away

Into the fields of hardship

Serving his country day by day

I told you when I kissed you

Those lips of yours so sweet

That I am going away

And again we may never meet

But don't give it upMy little darling

If you love me you will wait

If we don't meet on earth again

We will meet at the Golden Gate

But some girls are not so patient

Who will not wait so long

And will go and love a slacker

When their soldier boy is gone

When he goes to fight the battle

For his country and you

His thoughts are always resting 

On the one he thinks is true

When he returns in years to come

And finds his girl untrue

His whole life is ruined

And he is mighty blue

Bear this in mind little girl

And let your love be true

To the soldier boy in khaki

When he comes marching back to you

Throw your arms around him

And let him kiss your sweet little lips

And then he will tell you

About his wonderful trip

Don't respect a slacker

They deserve not a chance

They who you honor

Are on their way to France

And in the spring time

When the birds sweetly sing

Remember to pray for your soldier boy

Who is on the firing line

So goodbye

Composed by  Corpl. Kit C. Ritchie

                        Co - 7 - 3rd Div. Amn. Train

                        Chattanooga, Tenn.

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"Which Way?"

I was on a path that was leading up and straight

I could not see the end, but heard it was great

But the way was hard, and filled with strife

And the trip would take, till the end of my life

My companions were the few; who feared no pain

They looked to the end and all of its gain

I took them for granted as they helped me along

I thought I was better, and therefore didn't belong

So I went to the other path that lay on this side

Its way seemed easy, for the path was wide

I had very few problems and handled them with ease

I went where I would and could do as I please

My friends on this path were exciting and fun

we always caused trouble, and then we would run

One day we were running, and I stumbled and fell

I asked them for help, and they said, "go to hell"

That's when something from below said, "I will help you young man

I will make you rich and give you all I can

If you sign this contract, that promises your soul

I will throw you a line, and get you out of that hole"

Then the thing from below, started to whine

For something from above said, "He's not yours, he's mine"

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Where do you see yourself? What path are you on? I think most of us are pretty delusional when it comes to the perception of ourselves. We find fault with others very quickly and then applaud ourselves for least bit of self introspection. Our kids hear our stories of valor told and retold; we live off the past and it seems to suffice. Take a moment though and place this magnifying glass over a routine day. Did you lie today? Oh, but it was just business, right? Does what you tell your kids is wrong consistently apply to you? I tell my kids to do what's right no matter how much it hurts. I tell them to not watch someone else suffer; you must intervene. It's ok to be afraid, but do what's right anyway. I tell them to love everyone. I tell them you don't fight because you know you're going to win; you fight because its the right thing to do. If I think too long on it; I see the turtle getting back onto the paved road too many times, and my head hangs low.

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"Catfish and Cheese Grits"

"For if you love those who love you, what reward have you?" - Jesus Christ from Matt 5:46
Down south the wind blows warm, cradling a song fresh as the morning dew
But the summer rain is starting to fall, leaving me with nothing to do
But go inside with my friends and hang out for a while
Well it's catfish and cheese grits, they be set'n southern style
And telling me to come in, take my seat at the table
Eat all that I want or at least what I'm able
Well the talk turned to Blacks, like in a Black house it would
They started talking about Malcolm and I thought I understood
Till I opened my mouth and my X fell to 0
When I told the whole room that Uncle Tom was my hero
From the looks in the room, well I guess you could tell
Everyone staring at me saying, "Hey, what the hell?"
I said the man gave his life just as easy as they would take it
He knew, when your already strong then you don't have to fake it
Down south the night starts to fall, leaving me looking for some place to go
Down South I like it down town, the streets filled with people I don't know
So I work a 40 in a bag as I head down the street
Till I hit Scruffy Murphy's for a long island T
Where the girl with the dreads dances all through my mind
And keeps me searching for words that I can't seem to find
So I'm on my way out and some skin hails me round
He shows me a sign, and I let him know I'm not down
So he flips another sign and what's left me to say
I remember, Uncle Tom, Oh yea, Jesus loves you anyways
And down by the St. John's at the end of the day
I see the old man and stop to say hey
Uncle Top drop a line, good Lord gonna send Mr. Catfish your way
Good Lord gonna send, Good Lord gonna send, Good Lord send Mr. catfish your way
We may rise, we may fall, might find the courage on my own
And if you don't like what I'm saying then don't pass me the microphone
But if you want me to apologize, well the check's in the mail
Just remember catfish and cheese grits; it's a southern sort of tale
And tell the good Lord I said hey
I've been fishing for answers all day
Keep'n on,tell the good Lord I said hey
Uncle Tom drop a line and tell the good Lord I said hey
Just tell the good Lord I said hey


- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

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