This is a fragment that started Ok then got bogged down.

Though I may stand before the gates of heavens or hells,
I will remain resolute
A guardian against the predation of the powerful.  Against those who promise riches, of one kind or another. Which causes a narrowing of the scope of human endeavor, placing restraints and restrictions on its progress. 

As a poet, if I find myself doubting that I should post something I’ve written, even if its a rant or a brutal self examination, the fact that I am uneasy, means I should publish it.  This is happening more and more often as I write something and schedule it. As the day approaches I range from feeling uneasy to excited; Maybe that is a good thing.  At least I hope it is a good thing.

2:30 AM is a horrible and glorious time,  like a good whipping. Painful and breathe catching.

This is a song I wrote that was based on one I heard in a dream.  It’s intended to be a country song.  We did practice it for several months but never got it right.  The back and forth may be too complicated and may require 2 dedicated singers not playing
instruments.

It is a song about living with the uncertainty of a child that is serving in the armed forces.  And it would not be a song in my repertoire if it weren’t bleak in some measure.  Honestly,  this is the most forlorn song I’ve written to date.

Coming home
Sung as a duet
Male and female

Someone might be coming home (male)
We set out three places at the dining room table cause (duet)
Someone might be coming home (male)
We made too much down home food (female)
Cause someone might be coming home (duet)

Our glances meet across the table (duet)
          someone might be coming home (male)
Our eyes filled with hope tinged sorrow (female)
Cause someone might be coming home (duet)

I mow the lawn (male)
I wash the dishes (female)
(sotto voice)  someone might be coming home(duet)
A car passes by,  our hearts lift up (female)
Someone might be coming home (duet)

(entire section female, sung without hope) Our glances meet across the table
          someone might be coming home
Our eyes filled with hope tinged sorrow
Cause someone might be coming home

(entire section male, sung with deep sorrow) We set out three places at the dining room table cause
Someone might be coming home

(next 2 entire sections, duet) I mow the lawn
I wash the dishes
(sotto voice)  someone might be coming home
A car passes by,  our hearts lift up
Someone might be coming home

It’s been so long since we’ve heard
Someone might be coming home
A knock on the door,  a ring of the bell
Someone might be coming home

A fresh manicured lawn(male)
a warm summer morning (female)
Someone is, (pause)  home (duet)
Someone is forever home. (duet)

Another song for my band

City of masks

To plunge through the past
Into the future

Into the future
They say,  to stay out of the darkness
To walk in the light
For us,  we are not so fortunate
We can’t walk in the bright

Welcome to the City of masks
Watch us twirl
Watch us dance

We are the shadows remembered
The shadows at dawn
We walk out of the morning
On into the night

Welcome to the City of masks
See us twirl
See us dance

We make ourselves from the broken pieces
See our smiles, see our faces

We are,  the lost and forgotten
The walkers in night
For us, we are so fortunate
We won’t walk in the light

Welcome
Welcome to the City of masks
Join our dance

Sometimes desire is not enough. I say that the only reason to do a thing is out of desire. It is the ignition but it cannot sustain. Laughter in a parking lot, joy realized holds a greater power. Maybe I’m just feeling lonely.

It is strange when sex and pain are the center of a relationship.  Maybe especially so when it starts that way.  And especially so when you are the outsider in an open marriage.  I’ve met her husband and he’s cool with it.  And my Intuition isn’t throwing any red flags.  I think as long as it stays a top/bottom relationship he’ll be fine but I want more than that.  So I thought I’d share this out with a bunch of strangers to see if it helps me work through it.  I think I’ll ask them out on a date and see where it goes.  If it goes. 

If anyone has a thought or idea they want me to expound on, just put it in the comments.  I can’t promise I’ll write about it but who am I kidding; I probably will

The ubiquitous They say that “Consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.”  In a way they are right.  Inability to weave a counterpoint to Chaos’ tune can prove fatal.  Dancing order from chaos or merely sidestepping the fallen debris is a skill that should be developed to the extent of your ability.  But consistency helps build on that ability.  The fallen pieces need to be used or civilization dies.  And barbarism is a hell  that humanity has and had a hard time waking from. 

This is the first song I wrote for a band I sing in called, tentatively, As one descending.
Lyrics by me and music by my bassist Jen. 

We are all shadows and light,
cobweb spun and lantern bright

A to e
(sustain last word of each line)
In brighids eyes the dark desire
In brighids eyes the pain
In brighids eyes a building fire
In brighids eyes the strain

Chorus
(chorus) e to d to c
Voices raised to midnight’s rite
cobweb spun and lantern bright
Dancing ‘mid the winter’s night
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light

A to e
(sustain last word of each line)
In brighids eyes,  I am confused
In brighids eyes,  the flame
In brighids eyes,  I am consumed
In brighids eyes the shame

Chorus
(chorus) e to d to c
Dancing ‘mid the winter’s night
cobweb spun and lantern bright
Voices raised to midnight’s rite
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light

30 second breakdown
(Sung lamenting with growing force)
In black night I came to you
In black night I found
In black night I dreamed of you
In black night I drowned

In black night I dreamed of you
In black night I found
In black night I came to you
In black night
In black night

A to e
(sustain last word of each line)
My morrigan unseeli sidhe
My morrigan unchained
My morrigan she flies on free
My morrigan unclaimed

(chorus) e to d to c
We are all shadows and light,
cobweb spun and lantern bright
Dancing ‘mid the winter’s night
Voices raised to midnight’s rite
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light