Cloak and Dagger

The Masked Archer – Romaine Brooks

Illusional words slice through time and space

As a sharpened arrow might

Pointed dagger at the ready to penetrate

or, hoping to get lost along the journey?

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With intent or target concealed in prose

Suspicion incites assumptions

Doth the protagonist plan foul play

or, is thee a hero of fables?

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Allegorical motives pursue to embolden heart

Uncertain, as there’s only one cloaked player

I say –

Speak now or forever hold your tongue

There’s no peace in your silence.

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The near and far continue to ask…

“How does one talk to strangers?”

The responses stolen by some passionate,

passive familiarities of understanding

Phantom answers to inquiries from the shadows.

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I am grateful for all of the storytellers.

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“How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,

How neatly spreads his claws,

And welcomes little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws!”

Soul of Martyr

Unknown Artist

Oh, phantom memories in their ever-haunting ways

Seeping colorful dreams that paint the chance of escape

I surrender this skin, burnt flesh reformed into something pleasant

A soul of martyr to remain a lost lover for centuries

 

Thin layers of time have folded in this simple state of mind

Senses attacked by fables now threatening to embalm hindsight

Since when did we decide to accept fate as bestowed by the heavens?

I forfeit my role in consciousness to prove my dedication

 

For thy heart, erase these foreign layers of today

We are one in the same as we were yesterday

No wiser in understanding the common assemblage

Forever incomplete in the art of mental association

 

Consume this World, learn to inwardly imbibe

There’s poison in the feelings thickening our minds

Only a few need to forget so the rest will survive

You must continue, I choose action in sacrifice

 

I am grateful for you ❤

The Fancy Pears – New Music Video

My band released a video yesterday for our song ‘Field of Hearts.’ This was such a fun experience, we recorded all of it at Olin Park in Madison, Wisconsin. I learned a lot about videography and editing, including how awkward it is to be on camera…hellooooo close-ups!! But overall, I am so proud to have been apart of this project and I’m grateful for all of the help we received in making it possible.

The inspiration behind the story might be interesting to some of my long-term WordPress friends, we loosely based the idea from a piece I wrote and published on here March 31, 2013: Muse Writer – The Queen of Hearts

Looking back now, I posted this three years prior to the day that The Fancy Pears played our first show at the High Noon Saloon in Madison and almost four years prior from the present. Crazy how everything seems to come full circle!

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Ten

One, two, three…

Eyes glazed and hazy

Censored sight dizzy

Focus on the surface

Four, five, six…

Momentary paralysis

Oh Consciousness!

The body lingers

Seven, eight, nine…

Claim to be benign

Life dictated by time

Success in numbers

One, two, three…

Keep on counting

Repeating days is easy

Only fools succumb

Four, five, six…

                Silence your wishes

                Ignore all awareness

                Feel no pain

Seven, eight, nine…

                Let the body die

                Join the alumni

                Birthing the cycle

Ten:

                Forget the fallen

                All is forgiven

                Flesh is rotten

 

I am grateful for fresh fruit ❤

 

Insert Title VI

CYMRU

Dylan Thomas as an observer
In the blue tree forest

Naked on the toilet
Drinking a bottle of beer
As the bubbles float to the top
of the fish aquarium

With thoughts of Cymru

In the lightest of considerations

Green fields and yellow leaves

 

 

Surrealistic Female

The lights reflect inside the shadow of thought
As I try to decipher the blinking of
on, off
A repetitive phrase I believe once spoken
But as it is now there’s no time for the forgotten
The monsters roam the sidewalks bearing
Their treasure in smiles
Darkness closing in on the veil as the dogs go
in,out
A smirk of content lingers from the one
As a questioning glance that masks certainty and love

 

 

Meeting Deadlines

Drop the needle on the floor

Oh god they will take me now

Too many sounds drifting through the silence

Too many unspoken feelings to hide them

Not requiring customization
No quotes of freedom
Puts an obstacle in the way of meeting deadlines

 

 

Disguising the Truth

The tunnel walls lay bare as an

Outline of the only way forward

When turning back isn’t an option

But leads to the current destination

Of one foot in front of the other

Is that laughter I hear?

The wind is always full of gossip

Assuming stories and spreading them out

Echoing louder through the confusion

Adding to it, disguising the truth

 

I am grateful for the dreamers ❤

New Song!

Hey everyone! This fall has been a busy, music filled/inspired time for me and I can’t wait to share some of the stuff I’ve been working on. Unfortunately, I’ve had less time to focus on my poetry/prose but I’ve been lucky enough to be featured as a writer on a couple of poetry websites, which is pretty cool! I’ve actually started reading more and would love any recommendations!

Although I’m not ready to share all of my new music, I did want to post a song I wrote/phone recorded yesterday titled “bitch.” You ever have those days/weeks/months where it seems like every interaction with someone else turns into a negative incident? Well, this song results from a few specific recent events of feeling this way. It’s funny how therapeutic screaming obscenities and playing guitar can be. So I hope you enjoy my ironically angry and slightly hungover little ditty. WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

Monthly Archives: October

Three years ago this month I decided to start a blog. I didn’t know it at the time but I was beginning a project that would affect my life in so many different ways. Thank you for being a part of my journey as a communicator/friend. I hope to see the same avatar faces in the following three years to come 🙂

Happy October everyone!

Monthly Archives: October 2012

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4-19-12

Posted on October 30, 2012 by MuseWriter

The air is stagnant, suffocating my breath

A bitterness halos

Sickness invades the mind, are we lost?

Gravity is the enemy, catching every fall

Nothing satisfies, a vessel empty to be used

It’s a pity we’re not as powerful as we dream

Human-ness betrays the robotic functions of the day

Another tool to be used and then thrown away

To keep my mouth shut and to stare straight ahead, this is my sanction

The twisted thoughts ball up as they’re left unsaid

Afraid to hurt, afraid to honestly portray

I want to be alone when I come undone

There is no one to pacify these feelings in my soul

My body is mine, my mind is out of control

To appease all, to lose a sense of self

I can appreciate their warmth but I can’t handle their guilt

Mirror on the wall of faded glories

Who do you subjectify this evening?

Do their haunts let you forget yours?

Is it because she’s the one they think of?

Or, do they attack the weak?

Ruby Ring

Posted on October 30, 2012 by MuseWriter

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March 29, 2012

Ruby Ring

What is it that I’m looking for?

Too many mental temptations to contemplate

I lack focus; the world is at my disposal.

Or, am I to her?

I go through my day, as I am

Always questioning the response to my complacency

Is it truth that will make me understand?

Or, is it the upmost uncertainty?

Mother Earth of the Universe, what do your stars say?

They twinkle and they sparkle, casting their summer’s dream

Do the heavens look down on me?

Or, am I alone unseen?

A facilitator to the robot

The factory is a scary place

The machine grows larger; its oils reek

Or, the epitome of Utopia?

Tonic scatters, the pictures fly

Flashes of epileptic static to supplement the mind

Wisdom holds, as long as the books

Or, will we always be fighting?

Too many of those, too many of this and that

We revolve around the paper of green leaves

To plant more, so to spend

Or, a long, tiresome shift?

Give us this day, our daily bread!

But we must wait until the day after tomorrow

Our Big friends like to make our decisions

Hoarders of power that govern the world

I am nothing, a sheep in the land

A pretty face to play pretend

What is it that I’m looking for?

Maybe it’s a final sunny spot to stand

A lost soul ripped apart

Wishing to come back together again

Are we here composed?

A colony of redemption to inspire?

My iron fist betrays me by displaying my ruby ring

A picture of blood to demonstrate my mood

A fashion statement that I created

A symbol of proof

Firefly, I am a firefly

Joy flashing mysteriously in the night

A kindler of fairy dreams

A life to liberate

A rose adorns the striped black suit

The man we all know

A face, a voice, a picture of Freedom

Or, the mask of a traitor?

There is only one house and it sits on a hill

Columns of history scream out

The 50 great icons are remembered and stored

Or, our chains to the anchors?

What is it that I’m looking for?

A bright light as I fade out

A life beyond the life I’m born

Or, the ruby ring?

A Quilt of Layers

Posted on October 30, 2012 by MuseWriter

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February 16, 2012

A Quilt of Layers

Blue skies have made an appearance

As the wispy, translucent clouds beg for attention

The first wave of heat creeps into the window

Light to illuminate the faces

Basking in their own warmth, one arm tossed protectively over body

No being dares to disturb the perfect picture of humanity

Ever slowly, does the beam of life spread through the pane

Prisms of color refract and portray

Stirring now, as if touched themselves by the sun

He is calling out to be welcomed

The souls appear, two become one

Both now are awake but drugged in intensity

This liminal state that shadows the room

Blocks out the glow from beyond the glass

Heart onto heart the bodies collide

Two smiles welcome the day

Laughter, chirping, music, a beautiful chaos surrounds

The two who are one cherish all sounds

Time takes hold as they say goodbye

The sun is impatient to take back each life

The rays fan up and over the Earth

Warming them, now that they’re apart

Lovingly, does the fever envelope

To disguise the missing touch, to soothe them

As the falling sheet of light is blanketed

The two souls reunite to share their sanction

Once more, as the Bella Luna guards the pair

Life is as it is, a quilt in layers

Robots

Credit: photobank.kiev.ua

we are all robots with our industrial legs and arms

emitting static data through chained sprocket mouths

chewing down on metal teeth while spitting out sparks;

tasteless words to condition into subjection

the accomplishment of production as day’s profit

obtaining satisfaction in facilitating the genocidal submission

with one’s own expiration date stamped axiomatically;

one by one we live, work, and die

I am grateful for the heavy hearts ❤

Monthly Archives: September 2013

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Dancing

Posted on September 25, 2013 by MuseWriter

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Muscles relax and unclench
Stretching out past the movements of the day
Music floating, strobing electronic symphonies of post modern instrumental harmonies
Synthesizing feelings, connecting to the slightly monotonic pumping beats
Gathering and interpreting thoughts Classifying wisdoms to the count
Of the sound, as if nothing else matters
All of the everyday chatter and the confusing banter, not relatable to anything remotely rational
Senseless noise fades out into the translucent wavelength of a vibrational humming
Gathering together and tickling tiny antennas attracted to any audible sensation
As long as we’re listening
A mournful ending of a connection severely shattered by the limited time of evaluation, appreciation
An attachment to something almost tangible, or as defined by the tangible like addiction for more
Until the first few seconds of the next cry out for attention
A battle for the extreme devotion of claiming soul
Moving body to follow the drumming heart intoxicated by the challenge to go faster, harder!
The satisfying reassurance of head once thought catches up:
This sounds like a promising song to get lost into.

I am grateful for my love of dancing ❤

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The Ultimate Experience

Posted on September 25, 2013 by MuseWriter

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Another interpretation of the

ultimate experience and

To feel the response of true

compassion, passion

in return.

Your eyes, your stare

The slight tilt of head and squint;

but the intent is what drags me in

The undeniable force of penetration

of moment that seems too intrusive,

too good, to be given the thought of

forgiveness

An interest in a woman, with the

same pattern of every traditional

love story told to all of the listening

children:

The lore of a hope and a faith that

tempts the daring hearts, what

We’ve grown up to believe.

Now it’s our turn

I am grateful for random encounters. ❤

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To die for our freedoms

Posted on September 14, 2013 by MuseWriter

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To die for our freedoms
What a damn conundrum!
Of willing participants offering their heads for stacks of receipts
Little pieces of paper more powerful than life could afford, displaying out
Barcodes ending in the bold: The End
Another number scanned through by jagged lasers flashing in a bloody red
Checking off the last box on the chore-list and hiring the gardeners to plant fate and grow fields of strawberries
The most profitable crop known to man
Each weak seed plucked from the soil and forgotten
Never learning how to grow old and juicy:
A fulfilling plumpness of tasty satisfaction, wanting touch, to be eaten willingly, those
Finding religion in the sensual pressing on lips and being awarded the flavor caressed in mouth
A strawberry for a life who doesn’t want to die but to live until living has been enough
One by one, or however connected throughout those should be
The little receipts become pages in novels, thin sheets of memories kept in history to beg for understanding
Describing the time and the place of each printing of ink
When monsters become heroes because it’s easier to believe
But the harder reality only validates that violence creates the evils of mind and the many faces of man; sets the theme for the future plans ahead
So why must one fight for freedoms of life; gifts of ordinary ideals worthy of battles that vary from the most opportune prize?
To be free is to live but to die to be free without living at all doesn’t seem like the rational response to anything threatening
Or awarding devils mercy as they hold out skeletal hands in wanting:
Either complete surrender or the key to the soul.

I am grateful for a day of exploring with good friends. ❤

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Nights and Days

Posted on September 5, 2013 by MuseWriter

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Skin inflamed in sunshine, radiating in a pinkish hue of fleshy human porcelain reflecting in the summer’s glow
An intensity of warmth penetrating beneath the layers, traveling into the very core of being
The sun of the sky can shine so bright
As a lover of light to humble the moon
The trading of their roles of ownership and authority; balancing out the shadows of the world
Giving motion to the flow of life and the days and nights one is awake to see;
How one perceives the random life lessons, how we are all forever learning
Continuing this idea of education and exploring the different methods available to express,
Whether hidden behind a writer’s language and his or her own estimate of the ways of the world,
As if the sun shared his insight by burning, his fiery touch placed upon our heads
A kiss of passion based on the personal inflictions of an emotional soul
Infecting the minds and tightly embracing each tongue
As we wait for the chill of the night to cool a swollen mouth
For the Bella Luna to cover fire and temporarily snuff it out
Clearing the smoke and shaping air
A willful mother offering whispers on the wind of hope and encouragement
Speaking of a loyalty as consistent as the transition of the nights into the days.

I am grateful for laying out on a beautiful day! ❤

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The Rejects

Posted on September 5, 2013 by MuseWriter

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The rejects of a militaristic society
Graduates of a unified humanity, ostracized for their unique scholarly ambitions
Motivational questions?
Of knowledge, regardless of time and of place
Condemning the thoughts of these thinkers and establishing such creativity as the cultural group of a cliche form of crazy; or, identifying masculine as losing his “identity” of self
Their image reflected only from their own facial reactions seen from a glance in the bathroom mirror, oh the horror!
But what is right, that which is based on the very concept of what defines the plural wrongs in life
These views of the everyday normal and how awful that can be
What of this movement?
To live within the means of abnormality and the standard of the current teachings of normalcy and how it is expected to be, to mean
To understand the hidden meanings of the gifts we’re given in a time where anything is possible, or impossible not to believe
Any group of believers can learn enough to buildup empires of memories
And share them in glances of experiences and guidance.

I am grateful for a few days away ❤

Happy Friday the 32nd?

Band Website

Hey Everyone, welcome to Friday! I wanted to send out a quick message to promote a band I love named ‘The Chromaphones.’ They are based out of Madison, Wisconsin and give off a funk/jam band vibe. They are releasing their newly recorded album tomorrow (Recorded, mixed, and mastered by drummer Will Bailey) titled “Friday the 32nd.” I am super stoked about it!

The album is titled after the same song of its name as an instrumental, written by keyboardist Graham Marlowe. Lead vocals and guitar are shared by Tim Coughlin Jr and Cheyne Trost, who also switch out bass between songs. A couple of my favorites are “Don’t Wanna Know,” “Venus,” “Unrequited,” and “My Vitamins.”

I am so proud of these guys and I can’t wait to share their music with you.

The Chromaphones’ music video for “This City”:

Will Bailey Productions

Enjoy your weekends!

I am grateful for music ❤