On this Halloween Night

 Sabbath seemed fitting and great blues riff in this one




P.s. If it's true that the band recorded this album in just 2 days, well that's utterly astounding.

Stood upon the roof top on a night so clear

Wish I could have seen their show in Milwaukee last week

Sun and frozen lake

Honey and the Moon

Dedicated to a friend

Greenfield Park

Taking the camera on a date

Milwaukee Lagoon

A rainy Saturday afternoon

Southshore Park

Better call on the fire brigade

And I will never grow so old again

someone sent this video to me once a long time ago


And we will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
Hey, it's me, Im dynamite
And I don't know why
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.

Loneliness is a crowded room

Like a hurricane caught inside you

Take a little walk

So take it as a song or a lesson to learn
And sometime soon be better than you were
If you say you're gonna go, then be careful
And watch how you treat every living soul

A trip to Laredo

Life like a movie

It stops your heart and holds you near

...And they shimmer
On the ends of my memories
I could feel your ghost
In the breeze

Rivers that rush in

Airplanes take you away again
Are you flying above where we live?
Then I look up, a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?

I'm not, but I like rivers that rush in,
so then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead for you?
the acrobat
I won't push you unless you have a net
You say the word, you know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold onto the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night,
this girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies So go on and fly then, boy

The wind in my hair

Tonight was a gem...I got to ride on a Harley with a friend

only when they see your innate value do they reserve a spot in the heart

A new writing project is brewing and it's going to be...spot on.

School of Seven Bells

Mind excerpt

From the archives:

In the humid salt wind, with the roof off, a boy and girl raced along the coast. The blackened palm trees swept across the orchid sky and “hush” played on the radio. His hair was soft and brown. He had eyes that drank up spiced cocoa. Her lips, the colour of crushed raspberries, wrapped around his finger. No one could stop the wheels in motion or the energy that brought them together - serendipity. They were the only souls on the beach at dawn. Crimson and clover, over and over

The silence surrounds you

The spaces in between, two minds and all the places they have been.

A better side of you to admire

Milwaukee's River Walk

Riverwalk
Trudging crumbling sidewalk, lower eastside

traveled excessively, alone with river

as elderly man passes and holds wife’s hand

a thought to ask, “how did they manage?”

their mysterious success eludes  

while a cold sun swims away for the afternoon

heading for the unknown.

A heart with a language of its own

foreign to all who try

countless life blessings but

a thought to ask, “is this my calling?”

again, that mysterious sensation eludes

with just inches of time in walking shoes

and no particular place to go.

To amble along water and wonder  

if you’re too old to wonder

a thought to ask, “is this all?”

while mysterious hours

rush downstream like river timber

you can still toss pebbles in

and carve out a piece of the world.

You passed by this island

Constellations

I feel like dancing

I adore this song....prefer the longer version though

Throwing my arms around Paris

I am going to start the process again of learning French.

High art

I've heard of art mimicking real life but it seems lately, for me, life is finding high art moments.

Shivers

To quote another, "my ears are having sex right now" 

Flattery

Today, someone said I had je ne sais quoi

All I can say is, merci beaucoup!

Train of Thoughts

The train I tried to disembark then,

It takes me now to places of Zen

A broken window longs for its sound

The memory’s lost cause now is found

My mind races ironclad tracks

Dancing a line of fantasy, fact

On edge of reason and rainy rushes

Our mystical year fell on beauty touches

We gently welcomed golden-rose daybreak

Deeply absorbing every electric mistake

Incessant chatter to morning birds sing

Oh but the light saw your ring

Even in the dawn’s metallic blue

ties could never lead me to you

parting journey somewhere unknown

My mind recalls your voice by phone

And as my train now turns to sleep

I see you gave me nothing to keep

Brilliant

...because he has the clever mastership, the artistry of conveying isolation, to the nth degree