“a Story” I’ll state the facts With words I can’t take back The harsh realities of life that lost loves’ prescribe I remember when we were singing on the street corners. I remember when we were gonna be famous performers. Driving down dirt roads, Drawing you as a puff of smoke. And I was gonna be her knight in shining armor. Just singing for her on that street corner. We were gonna be famous performers. As sure as we were compatible as […]
Always writing letters, little notes that I do not enjoy ,for no one to see. I swear I can still hear the notes you sang like a person haunted, wired into my mind. I was terrified and am enamoured of you, like being addicted to a drug that made me feel so good, so bad, overdosing on the thought of you. I want to hit that sharp, wry, bitter sound of a spirit screaming and scratching, latching onto a lie that isn’t […]
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Your spirit is glowing as you dance in the shadows of fame.
Dylan, after Newport, huddled crouching in a corner, while the party raged to a free jazz drumbeat. His hands were cold. Kundalini energy, he was freaking out. If you would touch him, you’d think he’d snap, hurt you. He had unleashed something that he did not know, He did not know what it was.
As an artist and musician, I want an audience. The trap being that I want attention without getting caught in the snares of prestige and greed. My self-worth is no longer contingent on the quality or popularity of my work.
I am preaching to people who do not like being used as a mirror, my self-portrait that I refuse to look directly into the eyes and smile. It seems that I would rather take of my spectacles so I might look like a Monet.
I was living life, going along, all well and good. Feeling justified, I decided to concoct a drink that I felt entitled too, and named it “Hatred.” I thought perhaps if I derange and bombard my senses with it, I would create wonderful works of creativity in a glorious, romantic, stupor. The reality was that the poison potion could not alleviate, or could be the root cause to a lot of my troubles. No matter how strong I made it, or how […]
Hey I know everyone is finally talking about the subject of Mental Illness right now as a result of Robin William’s suicide. I want to tell everyone in advance that what I am about to say is railing against the media institutions. For years now, I have watched the news, over and over again say a DERANGED MENTALLY ILL GUNMAN KILLS so and so over and over, increasing the stigma patients feel to levels that I would say raise the SHUNNING of […]
Hey guys! I would like feedback, attention, whatever on the last posts here. This “fool’s moon” project started 14 years ago. This song came out spontaneously from me in the spring of 2000, came right out of the ether. I laid it down and mixed it to 4 tracks. Then , when I realized its personal meaning to me, I promptly tried to obliterate my mind in a haze. It worked. About 12 years later, I digitally remastered it. I have had […]
” I would never join an organization that would have me as a member.” – GROUCHO MARX ” I am no longer concerned or worry about pain anymore, because I am certain it will not last much longer.” – an 84 YEAR OLD GENTLEMAN
The prospect of my Death makes Life, Meaningful….