broken granite, blood of mountains

the case of up and low

the case of up and low

Consistency has failed once again. Although, Consistency is not one of those Gods that give favors for prayers – therefore, we’ll leave it as a lowercase albeit inconsistency is surely the devil – who is never an uppercase. In any case, nothing ever stops completely. Processes ensue whether you will them or try to deter them. The Dilijan Sessions: lasted about a month and a half. There were several journeys alone and three with fellow travellers. It was quiet but thoughts grew louder. Ultimately another experiment with the gypsy-caravan-studio – back to the city as of the new year. Will…

sun-face: the king of rats

sun-face: the king of rats

“There are those city dogs again, barking at stilettos,” he would say, every time, after returning from the city. Everything was his. Everything in the north before your eyes and to the east – all that you saw with one eye closed. He was a stout, clean man with a sunny-yellow face; gold glimmering from cracks between his lips. “What can I get for you, my boy?” The shopkeeper and everyone else became mother and father – and all the rest, brothers at least. From one corner to another in a strange yet familiar place. Sun-face had friends in captivity….

my lonely repertoire

my lonely repertoire

For as long as I have been writing songs – I have seldom taken the stage alone.  There are plenty of factor that play into why that has been the reality. Sure, there is a comfort that infuses confidence and empowers, with “brothers (and sisters) in arms” by your side. However, it could be interpreted as a fear of being alone as well; this is not the case.  The primary reason I can come up with at the moment is a selfish one – that I find joy and pleasure in hearing the music played alongside my songs as an audience member…

she preys

she preys

They ought to know – she preys on the road There was a time when all the seasons were still, step across the sea, I know of Men with drums and boys with guns, they die and then they grow Tell all the ports to keep their lights on at night, it’s a coming from the seas A force so strong, ten thousand long, she’s a coming with the breeze They ought to know – she preys on the soul Burn all the bridges and run to your homes, put the young ones into bed We count her bones she’s…

shiny gems

shiny gems

Written in spring 2015 Take these shiny gems, they’ll put you back up on your feet For what’s a pretty penny? For a friend that’s worth to keep… You’re just a fool for their riddles… Just a food for their thought… And it’s no wonder when they came you were the first that would be bought. One man asked the other, And one man told the wise, why’s it quiet in the womb? but the new born baby cries.. They’ll put a price on your light and then they’ll turn off all your light and then you’ll try to start…

snowmen

snowmen

the splashes ‘neath our feet have turned to crunches and the people move in coated bunches of fur, laced frenzies walking at the pace of falling flakes. and all the leaves we forgot to rake are burried now beneath our feet ‘neath snow that needs no bid to keep us cold, ‘neath folds of mountains growing old in the horizon. the snowflakes are small, I’ve yet to see the big ones small, but tomorrow I am leaving. they’re falling now in groups of three these spots of white on top of me, of me, of me who’s leaving. i’m covered…

save a penny for your soul

save a penny for your soul

Lay down, face upon the cold no one believes in what they’re told Change their calling, and they don’t know why they saw that everything with meaning Rain is falling and they don’t know why the cloud is sending all it’s children to die, pain is over when they’ve gone to bed remember all the things that your mother always said. You’re just a boy – oh, boy. A boy – oh, boy. When they came into his bed, he sent prayers, his mother said you be wonderful, and you be bright turn cheek to the ones who will come…

God is here

God is here

we should turn off the sun and start this damned thing over again, the men – who say “hail to the king” something always goes wrong you know – you go too far trying to find a friend of your own and now you own more friends than you ever have known. lock your doors, God is near don’t look out, God is here. you trade a bell for a whistle, and your stones for a pile of gold, you know – you could buy salvation for a price of a home lock your doors, seal the windows – play…

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