Monday, December 24, 2012

Familiar.

I remember this feeling.

This is the fire that burned down deep and drove me outside. This is the vision of the world around me that stirred my soul and awoke the dream. This is the long and distant stare. This is the burning, yearning ache. This is the Time I begin again to flag a change, to force a hand, to start to climb.

The mind machine never ceases.

It must be controlled.

For Death comes swift.


Saturday, December 15, 2012

Bottle.

The End of the World is happening again.

Is there something we should say?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Road.

Service cages built
for one
savage heat
blinding sun
pockets jangle
with heavy metals
and the mystery ahead
forever shifts.



Saturday, December 1, 2012

Bailey.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
 In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives 
 Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest: 
 Lives in one hour more than in years do some
Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins. 
 Life's but a means unto an end; that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God.
 The dead have all the glory of the world.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Stare.

Forks
always
appear
when
you've a knife
in the
other hand.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Drums.

The lines are clearer
in the skin
these days.

I see grey
dusted folds,
loose
and relaxed
an illusion of rest.

But the beat is stronger.

Almost irresistible.





Wednesday, November 7, 2012

That old sentence
still rings true.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Letter.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Fish.

I saw us on a little boat
and it all came flooding back
so hard
I had
to leap into the water
to cool
my burning
passion.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Tropics.

I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.

Henry.
Up, down, turn around
please don't let me hit the ground
tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find myself as I go home.


Saturday, October 20, 2012

Next...




Candles.

Just
lean
in
a little closer
darling
so I know
that you're
there.


Friday, October 19, 2012

Monday, October 8, 2012

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Circle.

I almost feel an impostor, a stranger. Maybe a family member, down the line, but with access. Here to pick up where it all left off.

But it's me. I'm the same person.
All those words were me.
 I don't even know where that was.
Life stretches on and on.

I am not driven to return here by a cataclysm. It's a pale blue morning. The first in some time where I can sit for an hour or so. Recently I purchased some plants. They keep me company as I write. Another life with the same desires. Place me somewhere warm, kiss my skin with sunlight and hand me a drink. Separate from these things, I am content to be left where you find me.

I have not written for a very long time.



Friday, September 21, 2012

However vast the darkness, 
we must supply our own light.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

If you don't know me by now.

“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is."

- Hank.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Moth / Ra

I tend to like a challenge, so when all seems lost within the music/business (oxymoron) I'm launching a record label. Well, okay, it's a really little one, and it's just for our musics for now, but it's ours all ours.

We're raising funds on a crowd funding site, it'll be interesting to see how that goes.

If you want to help out, or even just read about it, click on our spunky logo below.

What a long, long life this blog has led....

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Climb.

I finished another record. Click through to listen if you like.
It's available for free download or you can pay a sum you decide.

Hey, look, this blog became all spammy...

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Thursday, May 31, 2012

There's a lot going on.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Shylock.

Creaking like an old stair
shaking like a lone leaf
eyes closed in the cold air
hand white with relief
this nightmare's going nowhere
trying to be cool
but there's no way out now
'cause it shows
yeah it shows
you don't know.

Asking no questions
loaded like a fool
you never saw it coming
drowning in a pull
psyching your friends out
shaping your future
but there's no way out now
'cause it shows
yeah it shows
you don't know...


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Rooted.

I never leave
I just branch out
and when I grow
I drop my doubts
so where they land 
a new Hope shows
and greener grass
is born below.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Fates.

This place of dusted memories and old hurts may serve a purpose yet.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Underdog.

Born a loser means I've always known
just how far until the open road
in my pocket hides an old grey stone
that I try to fill with
all the dreams that I've missed out
on the way down

Careless lovers who are never home
callous ashes that can burn a hole
fallen father you ain't ever known
tryin' to hear the whispers
tryin' to hide the shit stains now
on the way out

And Lord I fear the distance coming
Still I fear the distance coming down

Born a loser but I've always known
I was made to walk the open road
Hold my prayers in an old faded stone
that today i've filled with
all the dreams I'm living now
on the way out.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Steps.

When everything's breaking off me
and everything's changing on me
who am I to fear
the blue in my heart?

When everyone's taken from you
and all life's making of you
are rehashed tears
it's just the blue of your heart.

And all that's clear
is why you're running
from the blue
of your heart.

There's an Old Man waiting for you
to die in a blaze of glory
for your ideals
for the blue of your heart.

And all that's clear
is why you're running
from the blue
of your heart.

http://thegypsycurse.bandcamp.com/album/wait-until-spring

Monday, January 23, 2012

Song Not Nowhere.

There's a light
out there in The World
I'm torn by
trying to find it
or just dancin'
as The Darkness
slays me tonight

There was a Time
I felt it all turn
sword like
twisting as a silver dancer
as The Darkness
swayed in the night

and it was always in them lonely nights
it was always in them lonely nights
that I found I found I found all the answers

Yeah there's a Light
out there in the World
I've sworn by
and now I've found it I'm just dancin'
as The Darkness waves me goodbye


and it was always in them lonely nights
it was always in them lonely nights
that I found I found I found all the answers

1.

I think
it's dark
I say
it's here
that first begins
that tiny fear
of knowing what
I've never known
and seeing first that
dark that's shown
where nothing meets
what I can dream
this NowhereHood
I've never seen.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Magnolias.

To fall
is to change
and when all is lost
and you feel done
it's time to move on.

To call your songs
your pain
is all you've sung
but you ain't done
it's time to move on.