My resolution for 2018 is to ride life like a water slide. I can change positions to go faster or slower, or to make things more comfortable or feel more risky, but once I start down the slide, I'm not in control anymore; gravity is. At that point, it doesn't matter if I'm facing the … Continue reading What’s Your Gravity?
There's really not much more to say. Except thank you, Justin Timberlake.
Happy Holidays, friends! Here's a little hardcore Christmas specially for you - all my latest moves. Hope you like it!!
Not sure That I am who I am Not sure That I like what I see Not sure I can handle this shit Not sure Who I'm going to be Not sure If I'm playing a part Not sure If I'm real or fantasy Not sure If I'm fumbling in the dark All I know … Continue reading Not Sure
You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do I feel like I'm drowning Aah, drowning You're holding me down and Holding me down … Continue reading I Feel Like I’m Drowning
Because I refuse to be out-weirded and out-talented by some online kook who happens to have access to a pole. Behold! Sit spin guitar Flatline tambourine Gemini flute Teddy bear djembe Brass monkey guitar You're welcome.
A light shines through the crack A glow in a dusty shack Bending across worlds of show Contorting through tunnels few know Rising below the open door Reaching up to touch the floor Switching sides to contemplate Upside down in grounded fate
The winter blues are setting in Grayish hues wearing thin Creeping low on browning ground Hiding out from inward sound Reddened faces, sunken skin Lashing out to keep it in Then wrapped up tight in blackened lace Disappear without a trace
I want to climb Inside a place Where I can halt And hide away Where my body breathes And my breathing falls Where my hair stands on end Against the welcoming walls There's no one there But me and I And air and space And self and my No Jayne at work No Jayne at … Continue reading Jayne in a Box
Where the day is dark And the dark is deep Where slaves trudge forth While masters sleep Where the drizzle tempers The sheers of grey Where the brightest bright Is a deadened ray Where ground sinks in Til the dust is mud Where the grass is Blackish skuffish skud Where the cries of children Are … Continue reading Nobbintown