it is me: I am anything.

When Sunny Gets Blue

Strong

You Shook Me

And the shirt was destroyed. Bleached of discourse. I once thought twice when wearing this ruffled white infesto. Just a simple white dress shirt with ruffles. But a man died for this shirt and now it's gone. But where do these things go that are beyond memory or treasure. landfills filled with invaluable valuables. But what about the dreams on the ceiling and the early morning promises. And the shit is gone and I sob.

Joe Walsh

Handfull of Keys

Libertango

Ain't Misbehavin'

That's what provokes me.
you know answering.
like how am I supposed to know

For what it's worth I do not know much, but have a lot to say. I making empty phone calls in desperation of need and loneliness. But who am I but whole and yet part of something so big. Let me stand here an only feel the wind so strong. I like that moment. in itself it has a pause of integrity. Binding words to air we hope for everything and exceptionally present here we are. Give me air, Lord. And a lot of it. Please 

What is anything?

I thought i'd write to you last night. I would write about my actions and beliefs towards the greater good.But last night it rained. So hard at first I was scared it was a storm. but after a great few minutes she subsided and became heavy latlets dropping with such splendor on the still chilled ground. But doesn't stop some. Me i like sitting where its dry and waiting for it to finally cease. its not that I don't like the rain. bute the rain suite me better fully submersed. It's been awhile, Now it is morning. and the sun still has not come to greet our small valley along the stream. Thta's where I live. In the valley across, along the mighty stream. zit'd here now but you can still feel day coming anew. Things have changed. Sleeping our dreams away, new hope comes only in being awake.

Með suð í eyrum

The sounds of freedom.

On a Hymnsong Philip Bliss

On a Hymnsong of Philip Bliss

That triangle player is not my friend.