Friday, September 21, 2018

Jamerson Rd.

I remember when, down on Jamerson Road
All my flotsam friends, down on Jamerson Road
A starstruck tee-shirt stretched threadbare and thin
Hanging out all night, down on  Jamerson Road... again

A cargo wreck it seemed, scattered all my dreams
Weathered like driftwood, washed away it would
Take me back, back, back again
Hanging out all night, down on Jamerson Road... again

In my captains chair, driving down the road 
Listening to Jane's Addiction on the radio 
One soul step closer to being home again 
Driving all alone out on Jamerson Road... again

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Death Like Solitude

For the faceless fair maiden
Forced to frame a flower in place for all to view
The fragrance that lingers masks her emotions
Forced deep within
Never allowed to surface
Keeping the truth shrouded again

(c) & (p) 2018 subconscious mind publication company

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

The Magician



With a pocketful of stardust, a willful suggestion and a smokescreen up his sleeve...
The Prestidigitator unravels mysterious amazement for those who wish to believe.  
Charisma cast across the scene, his spell now engaged for those assembled to see...
An incantation conjuring and casting out the dream. 
Slight of dexterous hands, he does weave, and the illusion unravels... into reality. 
Abracadabra! Alacazam! Hocus Pocus and Shazam...

(c) & (p) 2017 subconscious mind publication company

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Feelings in the darkness

I want to feel your violent dark delights brightened up by the neon red rum glow. 
Loosened cannon majesty slurred on the currents and down winded blow. 
A downward spiral slowly softened by your shadowy soul. 
Recessed into the corners and tightened black as coal.
A blue diamond shower rains from your satellites eyes. 
Washing away the echoing voices inside my mind.

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Sunday, July 3, 2016

The Super Shifter

Super shifter:

It's way out... out of this world.
It just stared at me with it's large double set of black eyes.
Then I was taken aboard the mother ship and eventually to their home planet in the Andromeda galaxy.

They told me (telepathically of course) that the human race was not yet ready for the super shifter, and that I should use this advanced technology with great care and only for the benefit of humankind.

To avoid disturbing  neighboring frequency oscillators they instructed me to keep the unit’s volume at reasonable level. After becoming comfortable with the unit, I found a preference for using it with headphones. In this way one need not be concerned about disturbing anyone or any control monitoring units (CMU) especially late at night.

(c) & (p) 2016 subconscious mind publication company

Star Glider

On the purple-red rose road the fire-winged hero stood tall like a giant on his way home.

The Four Winds wished and prayed for hope that their colors would shine. And the grass grew tall for the fireflies to hide.

Star glider with heart two sizes too large; his dna flawed in the major groove. Solar thoughts of making return happened all too soon.

Tethered back to earth through weird warped windows. This land lost, and pained to retreat he languished in lavender dreaming, melting, until all tension washed away.

(c) & (p) 2016 subconscious mind publication company

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Throw Away the Day

LPs and 45s are still cool people! And the thing is many bands are still putting out albums and singles not necessarily for the hip factor. Fact is with the right system, records do sound very very good. However, it bothers me when all the hipsters ooze, [in my best high pitched sarcastic hipster-slam voice], "Oh it sounds so good on vinyl.") and they have these dinky piece of junk turntables. Anyway, vinyl is being produced and released because there is a resurgence and demand. Likely as a way to re-engage listeners or it could be just a trend. But nonetheless now we can experience music like we used to. Remember when you would actually leave the house, go to the record store and thumb through the LP and 45 racks for hours looking for something new and interesting... perusing all the covers, flipping piece by piece? For me, the cover art was motivation for many a purchase. And remember the sweet musty smell of all the vinyl? And once you found an elusive gem or potentially life changing disc, you'd rush home, sit down in front of the turn table, slide out the record from its sleeve handling it like true treasure, place it on the deck, turn the dial to 45 or 33 rpm, move the tow arm over and place the needle into the first groove, and then experience... Adventure, art, discovery, elation, exploration, melancholy. You could actually hold the sleeve, read the liner notes, and embrace the experience. 
It is Music! It is Music!

Don't get me wrong. I enjoy instant access to all my music (and I have amassed a huge collection both actual & virtual) and/or any conceivable song that I can think of (for the most part). But I fear that many people do the same at the risk of not appreciating it all... It's just too easy to listen to anything nowadays and that effort has been lost. Music has been devalued to a certain degree. It's a commodity, and it's purpose has somehow been lost... too easy to be cast aside like paper in the wind. But I guess it's just evolution.