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About Me

I sit quietly in darkened silence and wait for the musical vibrations to overtake me. A flood of outlandish feelings and emotions trapped within one simple chord. The pick strikes the string and frees my spirit, and the vibrations begin to set in. I become one with an intricate maze of sound, one droplet lost within a flow of invisible beauty and, at times, wisdom. From the depths of silence comes a brilliant string of my own creation... a multicolored starbust within my very soul. For one everlasting second it lights the night sky with its brilliance, then it fades away just as quickly as it came. The fingers are gone and the pick is buried, but the music lives on inside. Its voice echoes from mountains to valleys, houses to skyscrapers. Its long and mournful howl will never be forgotten by the wind, for the wind carries it into the unknown of tomorrow. Even now you can almost hear it, that sweet sound of a million musical vibrations rolled into one... floating aimlessly across a plain of broken dreams...Sam Jaxon

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet Jesus, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Hendrix, Plato and Socrates, Hunter S. Thompson, Fools Crow, and Maasaw. Actually I'd like to meet almost anyone in the world who has honesty and compassion for others. Anyone who is a wolf, and can step out into the storm and brave its strongest winds. When you are out past the breaker and there is no turning back, all you can do is stare defiantly forward into your fate.........

My Blog

Living in a Dream

I'm living in a dream, for I am just a dreamer... floating on a boat outside of time... outside of time. Dappled sunlight laps quietly at the farthest corners of my ellusive pool of consciousness, awa...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 02:10:00 GMT

DayDream Angel

Excuse me sir, may I speak with her?The fallen angel of the lake?I see her in my cloudy dreamsAnd I feel that I must partake.Her eyes are made of crystal jewelsHer hair is dark black like nightShe wan...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 01:55:00 GMT

Fool’s Answer

There must be some answers, sighs the poor fool.Where can he find them, on the street or in school?Something is missing here, some old golden rule..Since when has being cool involved being cruel?The w...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 01:39:00 GMT

9, 11... Remember

It has been six years now... so many innocent lives lost on that fateful and terrible day. So many lights snuffed out in a sudden flood of agony and senseless annihalation. The sky is crying here in T...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 08:00:00 GMT

A White Haired Donkey Killed Our Dreams

Once there was a glorious kingdom, built sturdily atop a mountain of ideology and golden dreams. This kingdom flourished in its grand hypocrisy and apparent decadence. It grew and blossomed into the s...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 13:21:00 GMT