Charles Street - free write part 1
People scatter like roaches from light to sunless landscape tables and chairs become a solace of commitment-less take up space, this wait staff posts the half mast flag of commerce, frustrated and not the poster child of charm, wit and service giving “hey this is New York City” glances at tourist passer by white wine sippers - East Indian nanny holding hostage restless white washed...
In the Presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real...– Ralph Waldow Emmerson
Jamming on a riff on my parents porch (live one take for fun)
Eyes on the prize
Maybe I can, maybe I can’t, but I will never stop trying.
A video I threw together from footage I have (of beautiful NY state) in my phone. just keeping productive. Music by: Iron and Wine
A Dream recall #1
High school flash back cereal grits mismatch of a place, time and people- I wonder how your life has played out- familiar face in a dreamed up location - that night we stayed up until sun snuck over prom night sky lines drinking coffee cigarette and short stack of flap jacks still smelling of cheap 40 oz malt liquor swill - lingering thoughts of how time has treated you - rebellious youth grown...
When I am not around
The world turns night falls swallow me - the pull of nights call to escape - no voice to call back in reaction to laughter no warmth in between sheets cold space forgotten sleepless - When I am not around things change when I leave tired eyes search the darkness for relief - building an immunity to concerns of if you are in safety’s arms reach - consideration left on the night stand, no...
The cause and solution to all of life’s problems -anonymous Devils brew loose spirit dreams - soothe and burn the insides bitter twist of mercy and disgrace- suds of hops and slips of tongue - make merriment until anxieties anger bubbles over- afternoon day after apologies, let the good times fall - moderations fine line margin walker mask reveals the mister Hyde laughter- think twice...
To your memory...
We must dance with the dead, with the spirit of freedom burning with in We must dance with the dead a vision that leads us to truths from with in -I will memorialize you in song so you will live on in my music may you find rest- The Empire Shall Fall
She coaxes me back in, she speaks and there is no choice but to listen, take it all in she pleads- I walk these streets, each step a tribute to her many children my kin here in mothers womb - NYC
38 seconds of the woods in Western MA
Good motivational song! Robb Flynn is a great... →
The Bird and Dizzy, cant get enough of Charlie... →
Washington Square Park free-write part 2
I spent the last few days immersed in the bowels of NYC. The below is a free-write of all of the sights sounds and stories that came in and out of focus in Washington Square park. I make no judgements but only try to relay the stories I feel are being presented to me. These are creative “no holding back” streams of consciousness with out regard to grammar or form: April 11, 2011 Mother and...
When the Levees Broke
Watch this documentary if you haven’t. Stunning and relevant.
“If it’s good enough for the son of God, who am I to turn down a glass or 3”
While wandering around the city I hear a familiar voice..an old friend Jared Paul doing what he does! He is the one with the Megaphone. It was good to see he is still a prime example of free-speech.
Washington Square Park free-write part 1
I spent the last few days immersed in the bowels of NYC. The below is a free-write of all of the sights sounds and stories that came in and out of focus in Washington Square park. I make no judgements but only try to relay the stories I feel are being presented to me. These are creative “no holding back” streams of consciousness with out regard to grammar or form: April 9th 2011 ...
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