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Sunday
Apr112010

Alone (Working Title)

Just wrote this song today.  Still deciding on the title, but the words poured out onto my paper like water out of a faucet. First time in a year that I have written a song, and only the 3rd time that I’ve ever wrote a full song in one sitting.  Cloudy days in LA can inspire since we see it so few times.

You’re not going to see what isn’t true
You’re not going to be who isn’t you
I’ve been around and lost my way
But not that it matters to you

Don’t be alone…alone…alone
Don’t be alone…along…alone
And now that I found it, I really should have known
It’s my turn to put on those shoes

Don’t ask me where I’ve gone
I’m on the road again, I’m all alone again
Don’t act like it’s all my fault
I’m on the road again, I’m on my own again
And I’ll be fine

If I’m going to mean what I choose
I better see my own point of view
I’ve been a rock that always could roll
I got nothin but love for solitude

So leave me alone…alone…alone
Just leave me alone…alone…alone
And now that I’m blinded, I can see clear to my soul
They used to be visions of something new

Don’t ask me where I’ve gone
I’m on the road again, I’m all alone again
Don’t act like it’s all my fault
I’m on the road again, I’m on my own again
And I’ll be fine

Saturday
Jan302010

Wants

Sometimes I really want.
The act of impulse can dry my discipline
I have never been one to enjoy self-control
It seems so restricting…sufficating
Ironic that it is where I find my affliction
Is pride so high in everyone’s eye
Or is loss the primary weakness
I don’t believe in fate, but he believes in me
Perhaps you just wish to curse me with this haunting
And yet still, some thoughts can run tangent
Calculating every move
But in lamen’s terms, I just wonder
I want to know, want a clue
Want you.

Saturday
Jan302010

Free Formed Views of Irony

On a stretch of road,
Between dusk and dawn
Make sure not to listen too lazy
When I have no assurance, except my own two fucking legs
There’s no time for romance
I’ve already got one in my head
With opportunity smiling at me
Hoisted on shoulders of my friends
I won’t stand there like a statue, or be caught dead
This don’t mean I’ve lost my body, just ‘cause I lost my head
I just use the strength inside, enough to break my trends
Reading is a ridiculous gift, the cat’s got your hat 
The fish in the bowl that don’t shut up
Life seems so easy moving in rhyme
Sometimes that’s how we get by
Lay the truth on the table
Throw lost hopes in the trash 
All I need is a little sanity
And I know it’s at home somewhere  

Saturday
Apr042009

Workaholic

It’s weird how addicting work gets
Who would’ve thought neurons firing from a wildfire of ideas could feel so damn good

Stress - it’s a matter of opinion
To some it’s a crumbling devastation that folds you up
But to others it’s the spark plug of motivation to never fail

Problem is…an overdose of work can leave you dumb and drooling on the floor - D.E.A.D.

 

Friday
Feb062009

You Make It Easy

You make it easy, what is, to some, so hard
The hand of some angel that touches you, seems to guard 
The impossible tasks and difficult moments
The living proof of that Midas touch
 You live life while others seek the reasons
The answer is so simple when you don’t seek it
Is luck a myth?
A myth that explains the unexplained?
 To some it’s strange when things go our way
They believe fate is the hand controlling the strings in some puppet play
 Ups and downs, start to finish
The universe will balance the existence of chaos
 So read these words and take them to heart
Because the you is I and the rest who are quick to draw