words mean nothing
when talking to The Void
and only screaming in reply
decades of attempts have shown you why
you shouldn’t even try
and yet, you still keep
talking to The Void
and wondering why
you’re left frustrated & annoyed
with someone fluent in an alien tongue
someone who listens to what you say
but can only scream in reply
so why even try
when words mean nothing?
I created a celestial rock EP/mixtape.
I first got the idea months ago. Insomnia runs in my family & i was blessed enough to get it as well.
I spend many, many nights wide awake. With far more energy than is entirely necessary for a time when the rest of the world is asleep. Instead of wasting time until I was tired enough to eventually fall asleep, I decided to do something constructive with that time.
Every single sound you hear on these songs were performed & produced by Me.
I hope you enjoy.
3. Josephine: The Blue Allen
5. Saturn Salutation
The last drop of The Witch’s Brew passes between the lips
it takes control of the hips & makes the body dip on an unworthy stick
if only there was a way to forget
Wait a minute. Something’s wrong.
I’ve already taken the last sip.
The cauldron is empty.
I’ve got a bad, bad feeling…that this has happened before.
I put the key in the door but it was already unlocked from the disturbance from the time b4.
I go to The Witch to get another batch.
She groans in a gravely hum
“Surely you haven’t finished the last order already? What could you possibly need it for? You’ve only just hatched.”
I walked away without a reply. No sense in applying a layer of logic on top of the illogical. It’s like spraying a bottle of pungent perfume over body odor.
It’d only highlight what was meant to be erased.
Posting a blog post, I suppose.
well. I may as well go back over yonder.
bc I know if the only thing The Witch will loan me right now is an itch
I know good & well
someone else (or something)
will give me what I need.
nothing moves faster than stones thrown
by hands with something to hide
nothing is more clearly shown
true character of cracked pride
Let’s call this the unofficial theme song for ‘A Jaded Psychodelicide’
Purrty by Vyolet Michaels
source post: Declaration Of The Hill Dwellers
You dare look me in the eye & say
the aged intensity of punk rock doesn’t smolder in my soul
That I don’t carry the torch of my fallen punk ancestors
Laid to rest by the 9 to 5
Spikes combed forward, ‘hawks brushed to the far left
lookin’ no good, no bueño
flown off to nowhere special.
Memories fade. Scribblings remain.
You spit in my eye
as I walk down the aisle to claim the prize
The most damned prize so rightfully mine
of everlasting life & peace of mind
No price is right when the price hanging over my head, es
no good no bueño
Measured in wealth with no real value,
Chop it up thrice & serve it chilled sided with grilled
chopped heads of men & mice
You poke me in the eye with sharp edges
from a bill you figured your generation would
have paid in full by now
Shoot daggers in my back, my shoulders buckle
under the weight of the price on my head
But behold this truth!
That the price is not mine! The price is not right!
It’s No Good, No Bueño!
That’s why I
Dare to fly northward &
onward & on & on
Gone that way, pulling the reverse switch
past 1992, past time
past the time of the No Good
Of whatever remains past the No Bueño
past the punk
rocking out with no one special
Memories fade. Scribblings remain.
How is everyone? Anyone still read this site? Ok, good. Here’s what I’ve thinking about lately.
I recently realized that I’ve had this blog for several years now. The rules of Time are something I respect but don’t follow at all.
It doesn’t even feel that long ago. I remember the night I signed up on WordPress. I didn’t have a plan & I can’t rightly say that I do now.
With that said, I’ve grown a lot since I started this blog; emotionally, spiritually, and more. My life is in a different direction & it only makes sense that the things I share on this blog reflect that. I never want to force content & I’ve realized I’ve been having difficulty with creating.
So. I have a lot of ideas swimming around in my head & too much planning is causing them to drown and make me feel over-hydrated. I don’t where shore is exactly but I’m picking a direction and going that way, full speed ahead.
Here is the space for any feedback you’d like to share/or any questions you’d like to ask about my work & this blog. Whether positive or negative. Whether you’ve been following me for a while or you’re just tuning in.
I want to hear from you. I only ask you be constructive & courteous.