The Calm Among The Storm

by PD Dre
(a.k.a. Pete from New Orleans / The Baron of the Bayou)

The bio of boy from the bayou

A boy benefitted by the bayou where he was bred.
A bayou which turned a boy into a man.
A bayou which forged such experiences and shaped such perspectives.

He walked through the shadow of the valley of death.
He traversed Maine’s rugged, Whoopie-Pie ingested, lobster-infested shores—before yearning for more.

A year in central New York,
A summer in Alemania,
A vida connected con nexus, viviendo in Texas...

He played the game he will love forever, where he met the people he will love forever.

Thus, this dream of the SodaCran lifestyle was born...
Dormant for years; now, effervescent and clear.

These SodaCran blogs and this lifestyle are why he’s here.

The Calm Among The Storm

I stare with such

stupidity toward 

the sun,

who in the face of it 

all, always 

stands tall, remaining still. 

The music, like the mind,

is maniacally moving,

the barren clouds gracefully gliding, 

the thin palms furiously flapping, as 

the wind stays blissfully blowing, and 

the mangled cars zoom zooming, 

those rust-filled barbecues bellowing,

booming –  for, it is another beauty

of a day – a somewhat tame 

Saturday, a Saturday

in this untamed and untouchable,

voluminous pinche Valley. 

Though through it all, 

the sun remains ever 

still. 

The brown and the black and the blue

Birds are crowing,

These thinned pages keep turning,

sheer sageness of Williams,

                        accompanied by this God,

                                    paired with such yearning.

As this famished stomach

            refuses to yield

                        will it ever

                                    stop churning? 

Sun-stunned and sullen

seagulls stay squawking,

amid inexplicable tulips

and scattered sunflowers, emerging

from below, with trepidation,

and above….

Above all, these conflicting worlds

collide, steadily converging 

and even the gargantuan

trees refuse to stop rattling…

And through it all, 

the sun remains… 

Still. 

Still.

🫗 Pull Up a Seat

If this poem speaks to you—
if you’ve felt the madness in motion and the stillness at the center—
then you already belong here.

Welcome to the #SodaCranLifestyle.

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Stillness welcome. Storms allowed.