Me and my friends have been writing and recording songs for awhile. Now, we would love to share our music with the rest of the world. I'm open to any comments and I'm happy to answer questions. Enjoy the songs!!!
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This is a book of humble thoughts for you, My way of gently getting through to you, My way of slowing down the demons’ death of you, My way to help earth mother reach the priceless, inner you, A little magik from a little of my “me” to you. The words are strong! I humbly beg of you to hear the watcher now! Hear my song of word and tag along.
I haven't put a pen to write with such vigour, with all my might. The years have past without a word To speak of spinning elves with wings, Of abstract, twisted things and touches of absurd. Now I write in humble pain and weakness. I summon with all my darks and lights A door to open a crack or tiny hair to let me in. Let me take your pain away from the “all of you” in there. I’ll help the elf to fly again. I’ll help the tiny, elfish jay soar to a healthy high Like the gentle eagles everywhere!
The magik words, with strength, will flow without my “yes or no.” There is no control or say! These words will take their very own magik, secret course And drive your demon pain away! I see the masks and roles you play Changing in minutes upon each day, Although I know the masks aren’t true, It’s all the fucking shit you do! I know the real as well as you. I know and love the elf. I know and deeply love the “who?”
You may not like these words I write as they dig into you with humble might. They spit and chew. They sometimes even take a painful, ghastly bite Right out of the tiny heart and soul in you. Please, nibble here and sip on that. Take your time and you will see just where the little elf will be, Just where the little, boyish elf is at. This is a book for you alone To ponder by yourself over all your magik undertones In hopes that you find yourself and never have to be alone. You are a simple, perfect, little elf Who has wondered far from home.
The rain now washes all the crack and snow away. The elf has disappeared to a safer place to play. The oracle shows the quiet of a softer, sweet display With masks and magik books smiling As they gently tuck themselves away.
The fairy adjusts to his old, established way His tasks are now completed. The elf is safe at play. He slips into the shadows until the needed “other day.”
The insanity that came from the busy of active, demon play Is missed in a peculiar sick and twisted, sort of way. The fairy role was of a hero and he misses it today, That old, enchanted feeding of the demons’ swaying way.
The choices of the elf are plain to see today As he looks upon himself Through hollowed, tormented eyes To see if he has run far enough away.
The fairy magik continues with its’ work Although the mountains block the view. Earth mother and soaring, watchful eagles Will now show him what to do.
The magik is far stronger Than all the demons of the world at play. It is possible that the hungry, prowling demon Won’t eat our little elf away today. With the clean of hope and freedom The fairy always gets his way!
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I feel the pain and joy for you. I feel the void, the boy for you. I write these words to get you through, A book of thoughts from my within To help you walk your road again.
A book of rhymes To help you through your troubled times To read with love and hate, To ponder life and all its' riddles that you find And to guard you at the gate.
A book to read for you to find your “you” To feel your guts and soul, A book to feed the elf in you, A book where you can reach with no control.
A gift for you, No debt along the way, Some, humble words and thoughts for “self” To love and hate and play among the elf With no strings attached to keep you bound And hold your soul at bay.
Read these words “a bit a day” Or put them on a shelf Or simply throw them all away. Or keep them hidden for the elf.
They only come from my within In hopes that you find your way again. They'll make you laugh and make you cry. They'll eat you up. You'll want to die. They 'll give you hope in your dismay. The baffled elf will learn to play And feel within his mind, his soul, his way Another day. . . . . . . .All fear will go away!
