Writing

My last post begins with an apology about the space between posts so I guess I shouldn’t again. Obviously things are as good/bad as they are during these strange and uncertain times, but music and life move forward. Works fine, started a publishing company. Music is thee comfort in quarantimes and it’s been great getting

I’m dreaming of a new directionfor all of us to takeso leave your worries and your baggage it can always be replacedfind something new in the day to day Every moment pushing as far away frommy past as possible Always running but never enough Let the rain Drown me outmy goal was never to reach

All you are is what you think andAll you think is what you knowSay what you mean andMean what you sayCuz if it don’t mean a thingIt ain’t got that swing Poetry and loves divinityCosmic opposites embraced eternallyDeath and heat from in our owned heartsConquered vistas in our minds we departA home from earthen plot

Today I rolled the dice and I’m not sure what they read. Possible I both lost and won. Maybe time will tell but it’s probably always both. Left her sadder than beforeSometimes it goes that wayNever mean nobody harmCan’t keep giving it allI’m sorry that we can’t be friendsWhen my life reverses at the endI

9 In my dream last night I saw the Northern Lights. They danced, my wonderment, hypnotized in amazement. The maze of the path to here had trapped me in the basement. Hot boxing on Northern Lights as black widows bite my skin. The basements full of spiders and dank. That’s why I shot my shot

In this room my thoughts deceive me. On the ground they never leave. Sometimes I thought I was above it. I admit that I was foolish and there’s no going back. Now this room is my sarcophagus. No pyramid but mummy’s dead inside. No fatherhood but time just can’t keep still. Nothing wrong but shit

Gonna hit an open mic with Mike Hazel with this shit. #1 With a thousand stars and moons I couldn’t make you. And yet you make me so easily. Pity the fool who lost the tool cuz a wise man once said to use it heavily. He’s been holding back steadily at the ready cuz

Furlong Walker Tasting Ivys Growing Near to Wear Bending Down Low Working Up a Sweat Scrubbing My Blood off of a Broken Floor Where Did the Time Go I Road a Valley to an Old Growth Forrest Meditated on the Dawn ******************************************************************************************* Peace at last finally I said shit words so bright I know you