Saturday, March 17, 2012
Julio
Check out my latest track I've uploaded to soundcloud. Its a electro-remix of Mark Summers' piece "Juli-o" written for cello. Listen, follow, and tell me what you think.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
It Should Not Have been Written
Sometimes I wish
that the authors mind
Would find a way to stop,
That Jane Eyre
With all her hair
Would suffer from writers block.
The very foundation upon
Every chick flick has gone,
(Oh to you Jane Austen)
How I do wish
That you had failed English,
And then completely lost it.
that the authors mind
Would find a way to stop,
That Jane Eyre
With all her hair
Would suffer from writers block.
The very foundation upon
Every chick flick has gone,
(Oh to you Jane Austen)
How I do wish
That you had failed English,
And then completely lost it.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Fire Thoughts
I had sat by the fire
Its glow merging with my subconscious.
Above me the flash of an airplane light brought me into spectrum,
And reminded me of friends on other continents.
It had been long since I had slipped the surly bonds,
If not in body then in mind.
I've discovered that sanity occasionally requires
You to let loose the reigns,
And leave all reason to thoughts behind.
So I drifted away, not concerned with were I would end up,
Or with where I was going.
Vacantly wandering, moving in the shadows.
Imagining the impossibilities to test my luck.
The clouds moved on, blown on by the wind.
fleeing from her and her hidden strength.
while the moon watched, unblinkingly,
Hiding half of his face.
Whether it was the growing cold,
Or some reminder of sleep
That broke my dreaming stare.
I let the fire die,
Leaving only the smell of smoke in my clothes
To attest to the time I spent there
Its glow merging with my subconscious.
Above me the flash of an airplane light brought me into spectrum,
And reminded me of friends on other continents.
It had been long since I had slipped the surly bonds,
If not in body then in mind.
I've discovered that sanity occasionally requires
You to let loose the reigns,
And leave all reason to thoughts behind.
So I drifted away, not concerned with were I would end up,
Or with where I was going.
Vacantly wandering, moving in the shadows.
Imagining the impossibilities to test my luck.
The clouds moved on, blown on by the wind.
fleeing from her and her hidden strength.
while the moon watched, unblinkingly,
Hiding half of his face.
Whether it was the growing cold,
Or some reminder of sleep
That broke my dreaming stare.
I let the fire die,
Leaving only the smell of smoke in my clothes
To attest to the time I spent there
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