Morrigan’s Lament

This is the raw audio of a song whose lyrics I wrote.  The cadence and phrasing are mine as well but influenced by my Bassist Jennifer, whose current Project is The Heartless Bartons . Obviously, she is not playing on this track because I recorded it at 3:30 in the morning and she is not around. The music and arraignment are hers so we share credit on all Darkness on Fire music to this point.  Darkness on Fire being the band’s name.   Just keep in mind that this isn’t a miked performance, so it’s perhaps not as forceful but it sounds good to me.  Let me know what you think in the comments section.

 

 

 

Thinking about Vegas

So, I play roleplaying games. Yes, I know that makes me super nerdy. So what. Go be more than 1 thing, theres still time. So Roleplaying games, Tabletop mainly. Think method acting not Gary Gygax if you get that reference.
A long time ago I ran a VtM(Vampire the Masquerade) game. Set in Vegas. It was a Chronicle I had run 1 time with a group over the course of a year and I liked it so much I started it with another group.  This time I incorporated music into the chronicle.  Specifically the primogens, The leaders of each faction, would have somewhere in the background these songs playing and they gave hints as to what each of these individuals represented and how they saw themselves. If players paid attention they could get vital clues.  This is the play list and the Leaders/characters

1. Me-Malkavian Prince of the City-Regret-Assemblage 23
2. He-CoPrimogen Malkavian-Watching Me fall The cure
/She-Co-Primogens of the Malkavian Faction-there is no if…-The cure
3. Abay-Gangrel physical Child-Ghoul-Bloodline Slayer
4. Aoibheann-Tremere Ghoul- I Put a spell on you-marilyn Manson
5. Aranhod-Gangrel Primogen-The wolf hunt-David Arkenstone
6. Cyrus-Brujah Primogen-I’m Serious-Clipse
7. The City Itself(Las vegas)- Sin City(KMFDM Remix)-Genitorturers
8. Maria-Toreador Ghoul-current lover of Toreador Primogen-Transylvanian Concubine-Rasputina
9. Martin-Toreador Ghoul-Jilted Lover of Toreador Primogen-Everywhere-Michelle Branch
10. Balthazar Caine-Nosferatu Primogen-Citizens’ Utilities-Northern lights
11. Jessica-Toreador Primogen-Sex -Berlin
12. Enjovi Nuwere-Ventrue Primogen-Hand that rocks the cradle-big stan
13. Ṣadr ad-Dīn Muḥammad Shīrāzī-Tremere Primogen-Miss Sheva-Dreams
14.  Michael Archelaus- Mage Representative – Ambassador to Me’s Court-LSG – Into Deep
15. Enkille Aziz-Sheriff-Assamite-Primogen of Minor clans-The Cruxshadows-Dragonfly   conjure one Remix

Goddess of My Heart

I have lived a lifetime without you.
But now, each moment waking or in sleep has you in it.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I cannot say it enough because the words themselves are not enough.
I can no longer regret or hold sorrow for any action of my past because each step has been a step closer to you.
I’ve written and rewritten lines and lines and they are all True and all not enough.

Adrift of snow

These shadow hours that pass on by
Hold unreal, uncertain
For want of words
Of lips
Of touch
This errant thought, an errant dream
Shifting in the firelight

Fear

Between the time we last spoke and the time we next speak are the scariest moments. Because in that time I can’t know what is happening. I know you take care of yourself and from all evidence seem to be a badass. But the relief I feel when I next hear from you is palpable. Like a weight that had slowly settled on my shoulders and heart becomes lifted and thus I am buoyant.

Do other people feel that way? Is that a weird thing to think? I’ve gotten to a point where what I feel is so close to the surface that nothing feels abnormal. Heightened yes but not abnormal and it seems no one talks about the fear.

Or is it that it is normal to drown in so much fear that perceiving one fear from another impossible so it becomes this low level hum that is with you but you don’t know the why’s of it. I, of course, like that thought because if that’s the case then that makes what I do exceptional. But it seems like that is pure arrogance.

I’m the type of guy who sees someone they love sleeping and must watch for a minute to confirm to themselves that their love still breathes. I can’t just pass by. I must confirm it for myself. Sometimes, I will touch someone who I love just to confirm that they are real. Because I can’t quite believe it. I think that is an odd thought. But is it? Or is it that I admit that is why, at least one reason why, I do it?

A rooftop view

Love is a force all its own. It moves world’s as surely as gravity. But in its wake the things that are changed are you and me. Wiser, happier or devastated, all because the heart recognizes its counterpart and thrusts, dagger quick, into the mind. Taking residence, guiding us to each other. Leaves caught in the tempest. Clinging to each other, having at last found our way home.

Emotional shotgun part eleventy seven

I’m Staring at a blank page. I’m Staring at it and my mind is all jumbled up. I’m feeling very insecure and needy. Which I know isn’t attractive generally. I don’t know where I stand with her. It’s both too new and I feel like I’ve known her forever. And I want to hold her hand and do goofy things like skip and sing little songs about nothing. But it’s long distance, and I can’t do any of that. And she likes my writing and what I write is the core of who I am and how I think but she hasn’t seen my knowing smile or my sardonic grin, and I haven’t seen her laugh or drink a glass of wine. And my brain won’t stop asking questions and I’m both elated and terrified because I generally live like there is nothing to lose because without love there isn’t but now I catch myself doing things as if I have nothing to lose but what I have to lose is another word or turn of phrase from her and I wish I could just hold her to feel her as real but I’m busy here drowning in this maelstrom of wants and fears and I want nothing more than her. But am I crazy and this is all too much? It’s like a pit opening up and I know its there and I just can’t stop. FUCK! Brain just calm down, be quiet!… but it swirls and swirls, piranhas in a kiddy pool.

Insomniac drag

Sleep eludes me in my bed
As thoughts swim in the rarified air
Of what might yet be
But heart reminds
She sleeps curled up
safe
Deep within us
And though we wake
And are alone
hope and desire bloom anew