I am flying over blackness ... |
It is night time and I am flying over mountains and lakes and thousands
of acres of forest and wildlife, but all I see is blackness. All the
beauty of the wild is right now only blackness.
After...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 15:04:00 GMT |
How to fit humanity into a bubble ... |
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head that led me to believe, for a moment, I could change the world a world any world. When we were young and dreamy individuals we liked to talk about: ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 19:37:00 GMT |
The past belongs in the past |
The past belongs in the past. Anything you dig up out of the dust is nothing more than a story of who you were and what your life once was. It need not be buried, forgotten or regretted, however, any ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Jul 2006 01:34:00 GMT |
Musicians: What is the price of your integrity? |
You are a musician. Music moves your soul. It fills every inch of your veins and is pulsating to get out. You can barely keep it in. You must release it. You must express it. You feel compelled to ex...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 20:11:00 GMT |
Higher Learning |
After reading copious amounts of soical theory, and writing obscene amounts of essays, and perfecting the art of technical language which has you writing sentences that are four lines long to make sur...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 21:50:00 GMT |
Hold on ... slooow doown |
Dizzying Freefloating Atom mimicking soicety crashing into each other at random and significant moments in our all too dizzyed lives What else matters But the moment we live for the moments ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 20:03:00 GMT |
