Return Empty Handed guitar solo

A guitar solo I made for my song 'Return Empty Handed'. Nothing fancy, but I think it sounds kinda nice.

Embrace - music video

This is a rough recording of a song I made called 'Embrace'. Guitar and vocals only right now. Still trying to find a drummer :(.

Little Gripe About Movies

Why are there so many superhero movies STILL coming out? Better yet why does the public buy into them? Every year several come out, and they all seem pretty similar and predictable. I'm not against these kind of movies really, but it really seems like studios are out for a cash grab now.

Hollywood, I think you need a break from superheroes.

Knife Head Ed? animation

Just a short little animation.

Duel 3! animation

Another Duel!

Took a little time to make, but I kinda like it.

Downtown Seattle FSX at night

FSX Steam Edition
Downtown Seattle, WA at night
Not fantastic, but not horrendous either

FSX takeoff in a 737

Trying out some FSX stuff too. This is a takeoff in a 737 from Northwest Arkansas(XNA).
Still figuring out how to properly play.

Duel Too! or Duel Two! animation

Another little Duel!

Duel! animation

Another short clip. Took a couple of hours to make, but I kinda like it.

Little Black Box - poem

I'm waiting outside the store.
In a crowded line of 50 or more.
Nervous and anxious.
My hands are shaking.
Desperate for the clock to skip forward.

Five minutes pass, and so does an hour.
People come and go, but I'm not any closer.
Anticipation is killing us.
The lines not thrilling us.
We wait a little longer.

Restless, and the chants are louder and louder.
Lights blink on, as we get angrier.
Begging for an update.
Disappointed by what they don't say.
The time is drawing nearer.

We go wild, as a shadow stands by the doors.
They swing open, and in we all pour.
Out on the left in on the right.
Ecstatic, we made it inside.
Half the boxes are gone, they swear there is more.

A little black box, is what we're mad for.
Won't solve our problems, but it might make more.
Another fool in this line.
Wasting my time.
Little black box distract me from this cruel world.

Fight! animation

A fight!

Winning! animation

A building jump!

Short animation
Jumping from a building, still ok though!

A short race!

Highway Map picture

I was messing around decided to try making a highway map of an awesome city.
Kind of weird looking, but does anyone know what city this is?

Hi Snake!

 A first attempt at using an animation program.

Untitled 10/9/17

You lift me up with your hands. Lead me out of the trench.                                           
Followed me back to safety. Now I question what you gave.                                                 
All the choices that you made. Running through my mind like crazy.                                     
Are we alone when scared. Can you convince us you are there.

One Melody soundcloud

SoundCloud

A long ambient type uncompleted as of yet track.

hello friend

A short animation test

Been wanting to mess with stop motion animation stuff, this is just the first attempt.

Small Steps - poem/lyrics

Take a small step.
Move one foot at a time.
Only go forward.
Or you get left behind.
Gotta stay balanced.
Can't fall out of line.
Keep up those small steps.
You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Reach that cruising speed.
Balanced and up right.
A tall but unsure walk.
Doubt is masked as pride.
A cache of weapons at hand.
And not fully convinced to fight.
Keep up those small steps.
You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Take a small step.
Move one foot at a time.
Slow down take a breath.
Hang out on the side.
A short run, one big jump.
Not eager to cross the finish line.
Keep up those small steps.
You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Stop! - new poem/lyrics

Stop!
We've heard your facts before.
Shouted loud like a lions roar.
Repeated as you wish.
Can't change the historical record.
Just stop.

Stop!
The bickering and namecalling ruse.
The whole nobody's been more critized than you.
Everytime you type.
The more we lose.
Stop, please.

Stop!
Words can inspire actions.
Can be used to invite violence.
Hot heads are childish.
Use your head before offering any kind of response.
Please, stop.

Stop!
Giving each side fuel.
Acting like a bully at school.
Work for all, unify us.
A job well done can't be denied if it's true.
Until then, I beg, please just stop.

SoundCloud Return Empty Handed

SoundCloud Return Empty Handed


A rough recording of a song. Just guitar and vocals this time.

Soundcloud guitar solo

Soundcloud Return Empty Handed guitar solo

A short guitar solo I recorded for a song I call 'Return Empty Handed'.

Return Empty Handed - new song/poem

A newly created song/poem.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

I was young when I strayed.
Illusions of wealth and fame.
A grand ill thought out plan.
Of running away.
In my eyes I had to run.
To take what I thought was mine.
A man with fire in my blood.
A man with an unfaltering drive.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Arrived on New Year's Eve.
Shocked by what I'd seen.
Thousands of people just like me.
They could play, and dance, and sing.
Grew up being told I was special.
Unique and one of a kind.
My heart was crushed.
I was sold a well meant lie.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Adjust to a new reality.
Just another fish in the sea.
Accept I can be beat.
Always someone better than me.
Gave it my best and failed.
The story of my life.
Can't claim a success.
But at least I tried.
At least I tried.

Funny SimCity 4 Glitch? A Bug?

I was recently playing a tile of mine on SimCity 4 when I noticed lights bouncing around, and well, I decided to capture the odd moment.

2 Short Synth Music Clips - 'Awake Part I' & 'Awake Part II'

The top is Part I, bottom is Part II of a short music clip I recently made.

New Song 'Turning' demo

Soundcloud Turning demo

A short clip called Turning.

New track!

Soundcloud Wavey

Uploaded a new track I call Wavey. Synth heavy instrumental music

Time and life ramblings

my, my

  Where has the time gone? When you’re a child, it feels time moves as fast as a snail. You can’t wait to grow up and be someone. You’re told you can be whatever you want to be. There are no out of reach dreams, just a steep climb.

  Then you reach your late teens, people around you start saying to think realistically. Then comes your twenties, a time where people say dreams and hopes are for children. If you haven’t found your scene by now, it’s too late. You’re too old to still be searching for something.

  As a child, I believed just about anything was possible. That we all can do great things. Growing older that “magic” of life unravels from time to time. Sometimes hard work doesn’t pay off. Regardless of how much you try at things, you just won’t succeed. At other times maybe you’ll catch a victory.

  There are two quotes that I have been thinking about recently.

  The first comes from an older television show:

• Life isn’t black and white, it’s gray.

  This sums up the way of the world in my opinion. Things are very rarely ever cut and dry. I feel we should always remember this.

  The second quote comes from the excellent song “Ambling Alp” by the band Yeasayer. In it they sing:

• The world can be an unfair place at times, but you’re lows will have a compliment of highs. If anyone should cheat you, take advantage of or beat you raise your head and wear your wounds with pride.

  This is about all you can do. As I get older my feelings about life changes all the time. Is it amazing? Sometimes. Can it make you want to throw in the towel? Most definitely 

  Ultimately it is what it is. For the most part I believe you should try to find something that makes life happier for yourself. Being young and miserable all the time is one thing, but feeling more and more miserable as you age is not in the least romantic.

  Anyway, I know this is kind of a long post, but hey, that’s the way it is.

Got a story idea...

     The first story follows a man moving from a small town in the midwest to a large booming city(preferably in the south) to help run his Uncles record store. The story would follow him from the time of January 1980 to December 2001. It would explore his life as he adapts at first to the culture shock. However, as time continues he becomes more comfortable and is able to make a name for himself, especially after his Uncle dies and leaves him the record store. He struggles at first keeping the store afloat, and with the popularity of these new "compact discs" the business begins to falter. After bringing in another family member they decide to cash in and stock these 'cds'. Some time passes and business booms again. Throughout the 80s the main character would achieve some kind of success. However, once the 90s begin, times will have changed. The decline of the record store and the rise of the Internet nearly destroy the business. We see the store struggle to survive to the new millennium, and at the end of the story the character decides to sell the record shop to an organic foods grocery store. This allows him to take a vacation back to the midwestern town he left 21 years earlier.
     In the midst of this we see the character and his friends and family react to the various societal changes. We could explore the beginning of the video game rise in the 80s, the late 80s vinyl bust, and incorporate the varied music of the 80s and 90s. Also would want to include several historical events including: the Challenger disaster, the fall of the Berlin Wall, the Grunge scene, Desert Storm, the rise of the Internet, the Bill Clinton fiasco, Y2K and the story would end shortly after 9/11. There would definitely be comedy thrown in, but ultimately be kind of genreless. You would be seeing a character and the supporting cast grow older and change over the course of two decades.

Anyway, that's one of the story ideas I have so far. If anyone reads this and has anything to add please don't hesitate to do so!

Which One? picture

Rid The Horns - poem/song

This is loosely inspired by the Great Depression and Great Recession.

Lost my job, took my car, took my home.
The banks bailed out yet they still foreclosed.
No remorse from Wall Street.
They can't be told no.
While they party with a bonus I paid for.
I'm out here foraging for food.
Tell me, how is that fair in a sensible world.
Where the quality of my life is determined by a bull.
Should have never been let loose.
Now they're too big to prosecute.
Need to rip the horns out and watch him croak.

Make a new home by the river.
I don't care if the economy gets better.
Big brother can give him all the money he wants.
If I'm not important enough to be saved.
Then I'm done playing these games.
We figured you out, you've got caught.
Tell me, how is that fair in a sensible world.
Where the quality of my life is determined by a bull.
Should have never been let loose.
Now they're too big to prosecute.
Need to rip the horns out and watch him croak.

Could the system be fixed?
Needs a deep cleaning and a whole lot of common sense.
With some work we might get it on a right track.
All this speculation needs to go.
No room in this rodeo.
A new bull in town is ready to fight back.
Tell me, how is that fair in a sensible world.
Where the quality of my life is determined by a bull.
Should have never been let loose.
Now they're too big to prosecute.
Need to rip the horns out and watch him croak.

The Winner - poem

I like watching the trains in the yard.
Loading up and speeding out into the dark.
My only wish is to be on one.
Run past the fences and dodge the security guard.
Run up beside and jump into the boxcar.
I don't care where it's going, if the ride is long.
From this town I've been banished.
They were too scared of understanding.
Who knew differing ideas would lead to trouble.
As quick as lightning.
Took to the street rioting.
But it only seemed to hurt my cause.
Now my eyes are back on these trains.
Bailing is sounding good again.
Maybe the next place will welcome me with open arms.
Succeeding will make them look like fools.
After all, they tried destroying my tools.
Revenge could be swift, but the gloating is better in the long run.
I can be kicked out.
Friends threatened with death if I'm even thought about.
Should know better than to push too much.
You've seen what it can do.
Turns the crowd against you.
And I win by playing the victim.

Unfinished poem, but coming along

The city lights, are blocking out the sky.
Holds no remorse, we came chasing the pie.
Our own faults, for having that spark lit in our eye.
Believing we are bigger than life.
The city doesn't care for us.
Wants our money then helps us die.

The shops are an illusion.
A front for a capitalist collusion.
Marketed towards hipster fads and ideas.
The new way of thinking has been created by those pigs.
Taken the city by storm.
Inviting their guineas to become residents.

There's graffiti on the 1st street bridge.
Downtown's become a center for pro gentrification.
Corner's littered with big box stores selling health foods.
Farmers markets being shunned because they're not hip and cool.
Brick buildings have been replaced with glass.
Homeless being marched out of town by a wealthier class.

Did Not Answer - poem/song

I hear the bell ring.
As I'm climbing the stairs.
Walk through an empty hallway.
Towards the lab to see if anyone's there.
Hope I'm the first to get back.
Can't stand those awkward stares.
Take a big deep breath.
Reach the corner, on my last steps.
The faces inside hold the torments.

Struggle every day.
With my own demons.
Forced to interact.
With people who just encourage it.
Wears a person down.
Like your not worthy of being human.
I pray that they get theirs.
An unpleasant surprise from their maker.
To feel what it's like to suffer.

They say you are your own worst enemy.
Well today that's true.
Always results with a loss somewhere.
Communities frantically looking for clues.
Always a could have, never a should have.
Compassion can't be taught, should always be part of you.
Be a friend when one is needed.
Who doesn't need someone to listen?
Who doesn't need a friend?

Time Will Erase You - poem

Take a gander.
The view should outrage.
Lucky the dead can't act.
You'd be torn apart and destroyed again.

Wanted to make a point.
Determined
A star in another life?
To the living your nameless.

Did you think twice as you pushed the button?
Consider anyone else?
Too blind with faith.
Leaving lives in ruin.

Not a way to get compassion.
Won't be winning any voters.
Outrage, not support.
Condemnation for any violent action.

The public might be lazy.
Not ignorant
They'll stand together.
Collectively oppose any brand of extremism.

I Only Enjoy 2 Months music video

A little video I made. Not much to look at, but the main focus is the song. It's just a rough demo of the track, but it gives an idea.

A new picture

Hamburger Hill - poem

Woke up and grabbed my piece.
Stormed out the door, a grimace on my face.
Several weeks of ongoing battles, today is the day.
Didn't join up to watch the inside of a room.
Putting up a good fight making heads go boom.
If death is what the man wants, we'll be meeting the quota soon.

Told not to take prisoners.
They just bark or whine.
We tell them to be quiet.
Or shove a grenade down their throat.
Try not to show excitement.
After they explode.

Running up that hill.
Adrenaline running high.
Nerves through the roof.
Shot at by bullets of every size.
Bodies roll to the bottom pit.
Most dead, but a few still alive.

Make it too the top.
And there's nothing to see.
A bombed out crater.
Littered with corpses shred apart like hamburger, no grass, no trees.
Regardless of where I go.
The sight is embedded in my memory.
To this day I can't eat a cheeseburger.
So I'll take a chicken sandwich please.

The News - poem

Nothing can bum you out more than the news.
Depressing and mean-spirited with a bit of lies and a sprinkle of truth.
The anchors read their stories.
No emotion, like they're set on cruise.
Thinking they deserve attention.
Just because they're "handsome" or "cute".
I'm not really interested in watching the news.
Each segment is lame.
Not newsworthy at all.
Do sports really need a dedicated hour?
Who cares who kicked, hit, or threw a ball.
Accidents occur.
I feel bad for the family whose son took a head first fall.
But shoving a camera into his crying mothers face.
Camera guy, come on.
The weather girl is gorgeous.
Just as long as she doesn't talk.
The only way you can sit through it, is by turning the sound off.
The guests are all horrible.
Smug and completely out of touch.
Refuse to hear anyone else's voice.
So I refuse to give a F/.
Opinions passed of as fact, that's what theses stations have sunk to.
That is why I'm not keen on the news.

Another One - poem

Sometimes I'm in a group.
But mostly by myself.
Sometimes I am rude.
I curse and I yell.

My actions are violent.
Though directed internally.
Few have ever noticed.
I've adapted to be discreet.

Of whom I have met.
Only one I can rely on.
With my age that is a disappointing fact.
One which time has stood on.

Need A Big Yard - poem/song

Something a little different...

One on the line.
Two in the shed.
Three in the ground.
Four more going in next.
Just meeting their fate.

I feel some remorse.
But I get wrapped up in the moment.
I'm never gonna show it.

The line stretched out.
The shed's gotten dirty.
The ground's all muddy.
Weigh the boxes down.
Or they'll just keep reemerging.

I feel some remorse.
But I get wrapped up in the moment.
I'm never gonna show it.

Waiting for rain.
To wash my conscious clean.
What's done is done.
Can't go back, I have no time machine.
Reserved to our own destiny.

I feel some remorse.
But I get wrapped up in the moment.
I'm never gonna show it.

Washed the line.
Cleaned out the shed.
Plant flowers on the ground.
Have to find me a new spot.
A bigger yard with a higher fence.

Stop The Clock - new poem/song

Something new that's just finished. Not sure I like it that much, but hey, they can't all be winners.

Becoming too content.
As you do with age.
Search for adventure.
But too afraid of change.
Eyes glued to the clock.
Twiddling thumbs, never blinking.
Growing older and older as the hands tick and tock.
Can't escape the clutches, the hands pulling you down.
Life isn't a sport you can turn off or on.
Time works against you, you can't stop the clock.

Stressed beyond belief.
Not a chance for relief.
With myself I sit alone.
Finishing off another Viet Coke.
My brain is racing.
The alcohol kind of helping.
Easing the crazies.
Relaxing the unease.
Life isn't a sport you can turn off or on.
Time works against you, you can't stop the clock.

Broke beyond repair.
Deserves to be thrown in the trash.
Not enough resources.
Not enough cash.
No amount of reprogramming.
Could salvage our wasted time.
Sing a song of hope.
To deceive our minds.
Life isn't a sport you can turn off or on.
Time works against you, you can't stop the clock.

Thanks Ivan - poem/song

Walking alone in the West Wing.
Thinking of days gone by.
Only one power.
No action contested.
Seen as the only good guy.
Had our enemies.
They knew better than to start strife.
We had the bomb and the media on our side.

Along came a Red with a promise.
"We'll show you!"
A laugh was had.
Eyes rolled.
Seriously, who knew.
Internationally taken as a joke.
No way it could be as strong as our own.
Wanted to appear to not fall for this ruse.

A new monster created.
In a race not yet won.
60,000 pounds
26 feet long
A yield of 50 megatons.
Dropped in the Arctic.
Surely those who seen it panicked.
At the sight of a fireball brighter than the sun.

The entire world took notice.
We watched, a little fearful, but mainly jealous.
We would never have the support to try this.
How dare they test our role as the major player.
In this age of MAD, even we can be crushed.
At the end of the day.
Big Ivan succeeded.
Still I dream, that we're number one.

Have You Ever Seen An Elephant? - poem

You'll never catch me alive.
In my T I drive.
Scouring the midwest and south.
Armed to the teeth, and letting my anger out.
Bank to bank.
Shoot 'em up.
Leave no witness.
My finger is attracted to the trigger of my gun.

Why must I do what I do?
Stealing pleasure wherever I go.
Told too many times my head is on loose.
Seeking out revenge for my stolen childhood.

No town is safe.
They will all feel my wrath.
They'll fear my name.
Tremble when I walk past.
Rob each city blind.
A Tommy in my hands will leave a bloody trail behind.
And me with bags of fortunes.
That's what you get for not taking my side.

I made a big mistake.
Hit all the spots in one place.
Followed by a pig on a bike.
To my hideout in Westchase.
I tried to run, but he kept up.
Then I brought out my gun.
Bang, bang I though I got a hit.
Turns out I missed.

The copper returned fire.
I hit the ground a second after.
Regret immediately fills my head.
I take a bullet to the arm.
My shoulder feels like it's been ripped off.
Throw my piece and raise my hands to surrender.
He starts walking closer.
I realize a capture is not what he's after.
As he points, lifts the magnum and pulls the trigger.

Big Red House - Poem

A new poem kinda inspired by the "olden days" for some reason.

Thankfully I finish when the sun dims.
I struggle to walk back home.
Because I can't afford the trolley.
It might only be a tent.
But at least it's something.
Take a couple swigs of my flask.
Hope to numb these body pains.
If the mines don't get me.
The poison will most definitely.
Will rest for an hour or so.
To let the medicine flow.
Then I'm off to hit the town.
To find a cure for the blues.
No credit to my name.
Only a ten in my hand.
Not interested in gambling it away.
The parlors have already taken what I had.
No, I need a place where I can be treated like a man.
That big red house on the corner.
Where I'm lucky regardless of what I spend.
The girls line up as I enter the door.
Smiles on their faces until they notice it's a regular.
Look for my Pauline, a brunette that stands apart.
The others are blondes.
With whom I've only chatted, I've seen no hearts.
Spotted alone at a table.
Looking incredibly bored.
She glances my way and asks,"Back for more?".
Shaking my head yes we make our way upstairs.
I'd marry this woman in a second.
But she only sees me as another customer.
Reaching what I call "our room".
We are alone at last.
On the wooden bed she sits, and again I ask.
"Will you marry me now?"
With an eye roll she pouts.
"Not this again, how much do you have to spend?"
Saddened, but not broken I hand over my ten.
She knows sometime I'll try again.
In that big red house on the corner.
My love works.
And I wait.

'Embrace' song/poem video

Gives an idea of the poem in song form.

Where's My People video

Again, not much to look at but it gives an idea of how the song goes.

Better Luck Next Time demo video

Not really anything to look at, but you can hear how the song/poem goes.

A goal(rambling)

I've thought about it for a long time now(as I'm sure a lot of others have too). I have written these 'poems' with the intention of eventually turning them into songs. I do not consider myself a poet by any means, I like to think of myself as a lyricist. The problem though is that I'm not really talented enough as a singer to sing the things I've written. I prefer writing the lyrics and creating the music more than trying to get my voice to sound how I would like. I haven't really tried to find another person to get involved, but I've reached a point where I'm starting to want to. Of course I hope that someone else out there would be interested in what I've written, I'm aware that it's not all that great. Maybe someone out there could offer pointers? If there is anyone out there that has read something I've made and enjoys it, or thinks they can improve it I would like to hear from you. Want to put music to what I've written? Awesome, make it happen captain!

Embrace - Poem

I miss your warm touch. Running over my skin.
Rainy days make me yearn for your embrace again.
Time has sped up. It hasn't healed anything.
Tears me up remembering our last days.
I've never been able to guess.
Why you chose to leave.
Something pulling at your heart.
A desire to run free.

If you could see how much I've grown. Since we last spoke.
You'd be amazed by my total lack of growth.
Some days I can't move. Trapped in a nightmarish room.
Seeing old pictures and movies only make matters worse.
I can't get over the fact.
This hurting just won't pass.
Filled with memories I can't shake loose.
Still searching for clues.

Desperate for a sign to move on. Cut my losses and find a new groove.
Slim chance of that happening soon.
All around I see life. Makes me want to cry,
Watching others create such beautiful tunes.
Could've let me know. How long you've felt that way.
We could've worked it out.
Nothing can take your place.
I'd sell my soul.
For just one more.
Embrace

WZ

Soon - short little poem

How do you break through?
If everything's against you.
Work twice as hard.
Still can't bust down the wall.
A fake out to the left.
Take a shot from the three point line.
My last name doesn't start with an H.
So I miss every time.
Just when I think.
My luck has finally turned around.
I get clocked in the face.
Ridiculed and shoved all the way back down.
Run around in a circle,stuck in a loop.
Reached the age where time seems to be speeding up.
May as well throw up a white flag.
I'll be forgotten soon.

Better Luck Next Time guitar and vocal recording

Soundcloud Better Luck Next Time

Something I've been messing with for a few days now. I need to mess around with the mic, but overall I think it recorded ok.

Angry Del picture

A character I call Angry Del.

Remember This? Ice T

Ice T - I'm Your Pusher
12in Single

Plan Of Action - Poem

I want to be alone on an island.
Way out in the Pacific.
Just me and the water.
Coconuts and the fish.
Sleep on the beach every night.
Leaving civilization behind.

No more time for the rat race.
I lost, but I'm just fine.
My plan of action, started out as just a distraction.
Will carry me through the desperate times.

Could move into the forest.
Surrounded by oaks and firs.
All the woodland critters.
Until they become my dinner.
Out of the trees I could try to build a cabin.
Only to find I have no memories to fill it.

No more time for the rat race.
I lost, but I'm just fine.
My plan of action, started out as just a distraction.
Will carry me through the desperate times.

There's not a person I would miss.
Nor anyone to tell I'm leaving.
Let the rest of the population fight amongst themselves.
And laugh when they destroy the species.

WZ

Remember This? Daniel Lanois album

1989 debut album by Canadian artist and producer Daniel Lanois.
The song 'The Maker' was featured in the 1996 movie 'Sling Blade" as well.

New funny shirt design. The Double Whammy

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Remember This? Fast As You 45

One of my favorite Dwight Yoakam songs.
A: Fast As You
B: Home For Sale
From the 1993 album 'This Time'

New design

https://teespring.com/city-galshirt

Proud city guy t shirt

https://teespring.com/proud-city-guy

Greener Grass - Poem

I'm sick of walking around.
With my eyes glued to the ground.
I want to see faces and trees.
People enjoying their day.
I like lights on buildings.
People on main street.
Cars on the highway.
Having a purpose to go outside.
Even just to exercise.
It's not enough sometimes.
When you can't escape darkness.
Having to travel 50+ miles.
To visit a place with promise.
Starts to become depressing upon returning.
Try coming up with a plan.
To move to that 'promised land'.
Not sure I have the confidence to succeed.
The grass is dead and brown.
But alive and well further south.
The grass is green.

WZ

I Am Me Shirt

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Remember This? Luka

Great song by Suzanne Vega
Luka/Night Vision
1987 single

think less play more shirt

New design

Better Luck Next Time - Poem

I'd just like something in my life.
That doesn't make me want to shoot myself in the eye.
I think I'll have better luck next time.

I wish that I could pause this mess.
Rewind to the start like a VHS.
Replay from the beginning.
Refuse any scenario that has led me to this.

Stressing over minuscule plans.
Bruised from being punched when I needed a hand.
None to be lent.
I was wrong to share who I am.
My mistake believing someone else could understand.
All a lesson I won't forget.

I think about the past, and I think about the future.
The times I laughed and the changes in my demeanor.
I could never add up. I could never shine.
Don't want to continue with this name.
Want to go to sleep and wake up with a new face.
There's always next time. Better luck next time.

WZ

I Am Me shirt design

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'The Man' t-shirt/mug

I decided to design a simple shirt and mug. Now anyone can be 'The Man'. I thought it was kind of a humorous idea,  hoped others would too.

https://teespring.com/get-the-man-shirt

Remember This? Misery 45

My favorite SA song.

1995
Soul Asylum - Misery/Hope
45rpm 7in

short poem?

What happened in a previous life to cause the despair of this one?
These 'demons' in my head tormenting and critiquing my every move.
They lead me to a four way stop.
Instead of choosing a path, I become frozen.
Crippled with fear, of selecting the 'wrong way'.
With the thought of defeat I succumb to failure.
One move and I might win.
I wish I could, but I can't, take that risk.

WZ

Information Could Enlighten - Poem

When there's nowhere else to go.
Take stock of your possessions.
What can you live without.
What has no semblance.
You want to leave this place.
Hijack a plane going to a new country.
Why would they want you?
You offer them nothing.
Show them you are different.
Information can enlighten.

Maybe someone will give you pity.
Don't expect a lot though.
Any help you get is not free.
Fuel for your saviors boasts.
A few may want you to stay safe.
But to more you're taking their space.
Did you honestly think the roads here are painted in gold?
Search all you want, there's nothing at the end of this rainbow.

What's with all this hatred?
Is it new or have I have I started paying attention to it.
If you want to get through to the rest of us.
Pick a side and ready up.

No sympathy given here.
Refugees and asylum seekers just want to take advantage.
We're closing off the land borders.
Air is coming next.
They do not care where you are from.
The life you are giving up.
Stay out of the way.
You can't have their type of freedom.

Why can't we help each other?

Remember This? Weird Science single

1985 single Weird Science by Oingo Boingo. From the classic movie of the same name.

Never, but whatever - Poem

I will never have the pleasure.
Of gazing into your lovely eyes.
The sensation of holding each other.
During a rough day, or when falling asleep at night.
The contours of your body.
Snuggled up against mine.
Knowing this, kills me inside.
Like a knife stabbing my heart.
But I'm too sad to die.

I will never feel your soft skin.
Or our hands intertwined.
The thrill I would receive.
When you tell me "You are mine".
Your voice would be all I need to hear.
Link up our brains.
Connected, two peers.

I confess I made you up.
I only want something to love.
No pause, for celebration.
Out there is nothing for me.
A world that has turned me into a hermit.
Seven billion people.
I can't even find one.
You don't even exist.
All part of my over active imagination.

Texas Bride - New Poem/Lyrics

My bags are packed up.
I'm ready for the flight.
Take the shuttle to the airport.
Get anxious in the security line.
Gaze around the room.
To see if anyone here catches my sight.
None of them will do.
I need to flee and find.
My Texas bride.

So I fly back home to Houston.
A layover in Dallas made for a surprise.
Seen two brunette ladies while waiting.
They ended up boarding the same plane as I.
In a window seat I heard talking.
They both sat down to my right.
I stole a couple of glances, what would that hurt?
I heard one tell the other, they were headed home to Denver.
Man, I had to let out a sigh.
I almost imagined either of them could be my Texas bride.

After landing at Bush, I grab my carry on and disperse.
Call for a cab and rush to wait outside.
Standing by the curb, I see a cute blonde in a skirt.
All types of thoughts run through my mind.
I casually walk over, but she walks off before I can get near.
Hear a honk and notice it's my ride.
To the Galleria, I say. The driver mumbles OK.
And we're off into the night.
To find my Texas bride.

After some quiet moments.
We finally arrive.
He asks for a tip, I say I don't know what that is.
All I see now is the cabs taillights.
Walking over to the waterwall, my heart has never been as strong.
I feel at peace in this city of mine.
Do I deserve love?
Can I have a child or wife?
How long must I wait?
To find, my Texas bride.

New Unnamed Poem

What, what, what
The sound of a clatter.
Chained to a memory.
An entity, dark matter.
A person, a being.
I'd like to forget.
I gave you fifteen minutes.
You have none left.
You always disregard my feelings.
And show only disrespect.
Before I couldn't cut you out.
But I'm starting to believe now I can.
Deface the stills you're in.
Delete the videos in which you star.
Trash the mementos you bought.
The rest goes out the front door.
I don't want to hate you.
Admittedly, it wouldn't be hard.
Negative thoughts are a part of me.
That's just who you are.
I'll rid you from my thoughts.
Alcohol helps in that regard.
The more that I drink.
The less I remember who you are.
WZ

What to do? Blog Rambles 2

                  What does a person do when most options have been exhausted? When you no longer feel like a part of the human race, how do you change? Everything has become a blur and very little is satisfying and rewarding. Progressively getting worse each day. If nobody wants to talk to you, then bottling up your emotions is one of two options that seem to work for me. The other, as of right now, is writing poems. I'm fully aware that writings aren't very good. I've accepted that truth, but I always write things that I enjoy. When it comes down to it, you can only create things for yourself. I don' believe you should force yourself to make something if you don't FEEL it. Instead of becoming decent at something you dislike, there is NOTHING wrong with quitting. As far as anyone knows, this is the only life we have. We shouldn't waste it by doing things that make us miserable. Whether it's something small like listening to music for a while, or something big like wanting to move. Let's take action to create a positive light in our lives. We should be the masters of ourselves, NOT someone else. I've written this before and I'm sure it will come up again, but we all should have happiness in our lives!

LA or New York? Blog(ramblings) 1

From what I have read, it seems that in previous decades if you wanted some kind of success with your art then LA or NY was your best hope. They had the businesses to support and market the scenes in a way not many other areas could. Were the cities really all they were cracked up to be? I haven't a clue.  Nowadays there are big artistic communities in several cities across the nation: Austin, Nashville, San Francisco, Chicago, Detroit, and of course the Seattle/Portland areas. I would love to know if these places are viable alternatives to the 'Big 2'. If I were to guess, I would say that they are, but to an extent. In the age of the internet, does it even matter? We can now create and share art all over the world via computers. The artist can have complete control thanks to this, which I obviously believe to be a good thing. But does it mean you can be successful living anywhere now? Thanks to the internet, it appears many folks have done just that. I believe that regardless of what somebody does, they should always seek happiness. If a person is fine with posting their art on the internet, then fantastic. If moving to another place feels like the only path, then great, just be careful.
Everyone deserves happiness in their life.

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unfinished poem

I've never felt another city this cold.
Where progress is slammed shut with a resounding no.
Children and adults alike see no use in goals.
Wandering around until death, unfulfilled and old.
If you're lucky you get addicted to meth.
Rot your mind, teeth, and bones.
Having a working brain gets you into trouble.
If you veer away from the right.
You are terrorized by locals.

WZ

Remember This? Odd Blood

A 2010 fantastic second album by the band Yeasayer. It features some great alternative music.

Blame - Poem

The beat is fast.
Engaging and loud.
The treble piercing.
The bass making the speakers bounce.
My ears can't take it.
They start to bleed.
I can't help but dance, to the funky beat.

Pull my hair out.
Grind my teeth.
Brain is overloaded.
From the song that's playing.
Makes me want to shout.
Makes me want to scream.
Makes me want to buy a gun.
Fire at random, shoot everything.

It's not only the music.
Also video games and movies.
Comics, books, and toys
And suggestive tv.
When around these crutches.
I do as they tell me.
I'll go the whole nine yards.
As a brain washed dummy.

I could pass the blame.
To friends or family.
Say no one was ever around.
That nobody loved me.
None of it would be true.
A way to scheme.
One thing I won't do.
Is accept responsibility.

Remember This? Road To Nowhere record

This is a 12in Promo Single of the song Road To Nowhere by the fantastic Talking Heads. From the 1985 album Little Creatures. I do admit I enjoy the song Television Man slightly more though, which on the album is the song right before this one.