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
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.
you are just as young & old as you have ever been
in spite of what you may have heard –
wicked words flowing from the mouths of lesser men
crackpot perspectives developed in the smog of opium dens
cobwebs left undusted.
specters roaming nearly-forgotten halls – unwanted.
if youth weren’t set upon a pedestal
the ramifications could be beyond incredible
the future will continue to haunt the present
while the past downs another depressant
Artwork by the legendary Ralph Steadman
a dog that chases its tail will be dizzy
not accomplishing anything
though it feels busy
can’t find its bones buried beneath the backyard tree
next to its goals
wow. that’s shitty.
if Melvil Dewey saw this, he’d be in a tizzy
but he’s dead.
and my shovel has dulled away from overuse
there’s a copious amount of my possessions
strewn about like a poltergeist had gone mad with vigor
i feel like i do when someone calls me a nigger
my emotions as tangible as a phantasm
my thoughts as straight forward as broken sarcasm
my cognition & body are skinny
& i feel as superfolous as Our Lord’s daily bread
some actions are better left undone
words left unsaid
scabs left unscratched
crimson tears better left unbled
oh, if only i had somewhere to rest my head.
pop will go your spot when the fervor gets a little too much
if it’s just some kind of fling
then why does purple electricity appear whenever my mind thinks of The Thrust?
trust. when i tell you that
something inside of me is chugging ’round like a train
something inside of me, all up in my membrane
what is the meaning of this purple-charged lust?
it can’t be ignored so i guess, i guess….
with your consent
we’ll both be content
the beast with two backs
an aroma of fresh coffee in the air
with a side of Cream
silky & sweet
goes down smooth
if you know what i mean
a kind of dream
just fun, nothing ethereal
take the superficial and let it drop
& let’s get on with the ShaBoogie-Bop
Daily Prompt: Sparkle