Of Beginnings and Ends (Sermon Music)
Your love was braille
for dead fingers
Bad blood lingers
and my heart of hearts
never read the letter
you never wrote
Silence is certain
I know you're well-versed
and I ain't got the nerve
to write you first
Never knew you
your disease was death
in slow motion
Never knew you
from a hole in the wall
about the size of your fist
Never knew you
from the tears of my mother
while I laid awake
trying to discern the difference
between laughing
and crying
trying to discern the difference
between loving
and lying
I'm a dead-ringer
in your skin
bad blood lingers
I should love you
for who you were
not hate you
for what I wish
you'd been
(love love love love
love love love love)
Rx Sunshine
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Prologue's the beginning
of an end
Epilogue's a walk down
memory lane
where none of us belong
I could be dead wrong
but the narrative's a song
that's already been sung
a thousand times
the characters all
love to hear themselves talk
It's standard protocol
History loves company
and misery repeats itself
There's blood in the water
Welcome to ever after, never afterOf all things, I'm a poet, which essentially means nothing more than that my work has been approved by a number of so-called editors and self-appointed somebodies (although they have great taste.)
This project is the culmination of my artistic endeavors--poetry, photography, song, short prose, satirical comics, visual collages--whatever my heart of hearts can conjure on its nightly whim--a cacophony of whatever when whatever comes to mind.
My songs are usually written spontaneously in about an hour, and recorded in full later that day, occasionally with the aid of George, whose expertise in engineering allows me freedom from the burden of machinery.
The whole of my creations is an experiment in unfettered spontaneity, therefore there are no grandiose fabrications of the original content, because I'm admittedly imperfect, so there's no sense in masquerading as a well-oiled machine. I'm not too attached to my own ego, my image, or even my artwork aside from the lucid dreaming, and the feeling of peace which it provides while I'm creating. In other words, I make art for the orgasms, not the finished product.
I aim to be an open book, and I think it's working.
- Brian
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