I started writing this poem about two years ago as part of my Smooth Butter Love project. Recently a friend of mine wanted to play around with some new recording gear he had so we threw down this track during lunch one day. It’s still rough, but I wanted to give people a little taste of the Smooth Butter Love…
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“I think I love and reverence all arts equally, only putting my own just above the others; because in it I recognize the union and culmination of my own. To me it seems as if when God conceived the world, that was Poetry; He formed it, and that was Sculpture; He colored it, and that was Painting; He peopled it with living beings, and that was the grand, divine, eternal Drama.”
(I got this inspirational quote from my illustrious acting coach, Tom Patton.)
0 CommentsWhen I was young I thought of growing old,
Of what my life would mean to me.
Would I have followed down my chosen road,
Or only wished what I could be.
Kyrie eleison…
1 CommentEDMUND POLLARD,
SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by Edgar Lee Masters
I WOULD I had thrust my hands of flesh
Into the disk–flowers bee-infested,
Into the mirror-like core of fire
Of the light of life, the sun of delight.
For what are anthers worth or petals
Or halo-rays? Mockeries, shadows
Of the heart of the flower, the central flame
All is yours, young passer-by;
Enter the banquet room with the thought;
Don’t sidle in as if you were doubtful
Whether you’re welcome–the feast is yours!
Nor take but a little, refusing more
With a bashful “Thank you”, when you’re hungry.
Is your soul alive? Then let it feed!
Leave no balconies where you can climb;
Nor milk-white bosoms where you can rest;
Nor golden heads with pillows to share;
Nor wine cups while the wine is sweet;
Nor ecstasies of body or soul,
You will die, no doubt, but die while living
In depths of azure, rapt and mated,
Kissing the queen-bee, Life!
(Dedicated to my beautiful and infinitely creative wife, Heather.)
My soul cries out to be heard.
My emotions long to fly.
My thoughts and ideas fight to free themselves from the solitude of my mind.
For all the years of my youth I’ve been enslaved to conformity.
Bound by stereotypes.
Trapped in a glass cage of mediocrity.
My subconscious dialogue always seemed to be
Like hypocrisy to the normalcy expected of me.
But now I shall break free
And fly with the wings God has given me
To soar higher into the clouds above the trees.
To see all the love and beauty that has always surrounded me.
I shall no longer let negative ideas put limits on me,
Or live within the perceptions people want to believe.
But will proceed to let loose my spirit
To create art,
To show emotion,
To reflect a little bit of humanity
So that others may also be free
From the invisible barriers that confines their spirits from infinite possibilities.
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