the jaded underworld

There's no point in choosing
which way, which path?
stick to the soft shoulder
can I cry on you
when my soul feels empty
or drink from you
like a glass of wine
in verticle puddles
growing in my mind...

Will we say goodbye
again...to those still alive?
will we last through the night
or get lost...again
in a pool of a thousand eyes?
the acting trip is over,
the sun is up
will it use up all
the rest of me
to rise above?


fuck this...I can't wait around for the sun to shine again

words as weapons

In a moment in the sky
there were birds
and insects,
I was laughing
as I ran
into the grass...

there were no statues there
there was a sense of quiet
though I could not hear it
the field shrugged its shoulders
and laughed

I cannot hold my breath
while you build an empire
cannot be the unknown civilian
In this game of cat and mouse

words worked all his life
words as weapons, laughed off
the next day would come again,
his comfort was the pain of confirmation
a life of toil
in a bed of shallow soil

So now in silence
why he waits alone
the bed is wide and vapid
when empty
and do I even care?
Do I even care?

Black Houses

In black houses
where the energy remains
ice from the walls
wets the floors
clouds are forming
in the rafters
where I live...

The forms that floated
in the rooms upstairs
have descended onto
the graveyard heirs
read the stones
what do they say?
What do they say?

A glimpse

and every guitar will lift you up
like a whip of wind
wrapping itself around the sound,
caught in a glimpse,
a red wine hangover,
the first blink of the morning
and a long exhale...

and oh how I wait to breathe
how I wait to breathe
how I wait to breathe
for the last sigh of truth
to be perceived.

Suddenly Everything Has Changed

God, everything feels so heavy right now. I feel like a child who doesn't understand why things are the way they are, and my heart is hurting because I don't know how to change things and make them better. Where is superman when I need him? Or just someone who could tell me how I can ever find happiness that isn't tainted. At the very least how to keep from making things worse or at least stop caring if its fucked up.

I thought it was already hard and heavy and overwhelming. now it all just feels out of my reach, like I've failed again trying to make other people comfortable, trying to make a relationship stable that isn''t built to be so. what on earth am I doing? I have never felt so lost in my life.

I'm melting away

Won't somebody Take my hand,
I'm looking for the lantern man

Will I ever understand?

Romance cannot ever seem to keep up with Time

and

What Makes A Man A Man?

Close Your Eyes

And I'm looking at the clock
turning down the lights
what seems like a memory
of an old conversation
replaying
melting together
once sentence after the other
they all go by now
sounding the same
feeling the same
what on earth I am doing here
listening to the same song
I didn't find joy in
the first time around
it snows and shows
and from into the fade
I slowly melt away
and I'm gone...

CO 2 elements released....

have forgotten where I started
didn't see when we parted,
but somewhere
and I don't know when
our paths diverged in a wood....
and the difference is...
I swear....
I swear there was a difference
that made everything
into something that wasn't
what it looked like...glad to
know I can change it away from
something its not....

the moon is white
and cold.....
and filled with holes

Thank you Paul Simpson for freeing my mind...
IN this alchoholic state
the luxury of space
the lines of every satellite,
streaking across the sky
remind me that I cannot let myself forget
that I matter,
that some form of who I am has made a difference,
made a connection,
made something worth remembering
or being remembered.

I cannot give up in pain
or forget who I am.
I cannot ask that others become the
people I would like them to be.
that every notion I had or have had
will one day be real in some time
and space
and even if its just the moon
and its only me singing
that its not an empty moon
and that its full of hope
and I am not that stupid little kid
and that I have feelings that matter
while the guitars play
and the drums linger
and my tiny self
is free for just one moment
called forever
and forever can last as long as I want it
or need it to.
I forgive you
I release you
I let go of the part of you
that I hate
I have lived too long
I have sung the wrong song,
I have become the thing I hate the most
adn forgotten where I started.
Don't forget to love this even
when you don't rythme.
even when you don' t make it....
even when you can no longer fake it
and the guitar plays
and the moon is full of holes
and white....

Don't let go

All the dust that has collected in me
will be washed away
sometime...
and all the bastards
who would not listen
when I tried to tell the time
will hear me

You got to give everything you've got
before you give up and give in to rot
but there is a lesson in the wilderness
temptation is an evil mistress

will you hear me
when I try to tell you the time
will you listen to me
when I am spending my last dime
drop it on you
I am calling
will the bastards remember
when I am fallen

Babe, I am tired
but I am so damn wired
like a cable connection
lost in reflection
what do I see in me on the other side

well, I'm hiding
the sun is out
and its just blinding.
I cower behind these rocks
for a little while...
you feel like you're spent
while other's find you magnificent

I'm trying to let go
I'm trying to let the real me show
in this crazy race
where only rats win
I don't want either of us to give in
I believe...

Another War - another way forward....

I wanted to come back from my self imposed break with something extraordinary and breathtaking but I'm afraid-well not afraid but less than thrilled-that it hasn't been exactly a sea change. I think I have put some of the pieces in place to move forward and some other things are in motion for positive changes ahead.

and of course there's always some poetry.
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I grabbed my phone
lifted if off the glass orchid shelf
I sensed the world was falling apart
or maybe it twas the water on my face
Left over from the battle yesterday
another set of tears
from another war

that came back from the darkened sea
right back from the left in pieces
near apartments on the beach.
conch shells whistled for the dying
sailors buried beneath the surf
Soliders from the last
conversational exploration...
resting in the earth.

Blog Haitus

I'm outta here until further notice.

Darkness in the dust rising from the trees at night

Glittering like a pinball machine,
like silver surfing on the water
when you're looking up at the skies.
disintegrating atoms exploding in mercury.

overhead....dreams; fluid, moving, swirling.

More dreams...pianos, petals, metal in synergy.
Watching the seasons curl..
watching the back of my eyes...
Azure blue velvet gasses steaming.
like hail on a tin roof streaking by,
Like flaming swords,
like love at the end of the world...

I don't know how or what it is...

But I'll be there

When the only reaction
is no reaction
no satisfaction
or reasonable suggestion,
just open mouths,
and the voids...

Got to break away
from the frozen ice
clinging to my life
announce myself
in someone else's eyes
not taking shots
at close range targets
like those firing ranges
from so long ago.

in the last few notes
from the evening nocturne
where darkness leaks
from the holes in the floor
replacing the light
with the blackness
that hides inside
the holes in my mind
where I turn the key
and close the door.

Is there a pill
that can make one turn back
or at least turn away from
the bad things we sometimes
drift through and into?
like no plans existed,
or were somehow erased.
a veil was lowered,
not lifted
over oceans of shards
glissening like razors
exploding in the apocalypse...

Healing

It just goes on and on....

Seriously, the last two months have been too chaotic to try and glean anything from worth mentioning twice in the same breath. Life has continued, I am still alive and my fingers, with some remaining sensitivity, have healed up pretty well. I will start writing again in a few days. Lots is on the horizon. So much potential...its time to realise some of it this year. A new president, a new dawn, another chance to find bliss.

Damn, Damn, Damn!!!

Ok, the short version of this story is that I have cut the tip of my right ring and middle finger off. I was cutting some tile with a razor knife and while going over the middle of the cut I shifted my weight-probably to get leverage on the cut. In the process of which I edged my right ever forward into the path of the cut. I realized in about 1 second I had seriously cut myself when the blood was running down my hand. I looked at the back side from about 2 feet away at waist height. It looked fine until I flipped it over. At that moment a tiny capillary surged and a tiny squirt of blood gushed out of the end of the ring finger, or at least what was still there.

Oops. Oh...man...this is really bad Steve. what did you do?

so here's what's now missing(persons) shown in superimposed red.



damn. $900 down. the. drain. no more keyboards for a while, or guitar. ack....

My finger tips are in some garbage can(no point in trying to re-attach them as there's not enough tissue. At the hospital, thankfully via my own pressue. the rest is blur. I will write more when I find out more.

Creativity of the Modern Age

Its coming soon, and so is this.



There a show and a book on the way too! Really.

Sigur Ros

I went to see sigur ros this Friday with my best friend JD and his squeeze Kirsten at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. They did not disappoint. All the best bits from the last 4 albums including the new album and one track from the recent split live/studio eps as well. Sinful. Stretching out from where we sat was this spectacular view of the Bay Bridge, and behind it San Francisco, my once and future home(again). This is by far the most cerebral show I have seen in a while. Rufus Wainright was more about stage and craft and Matmos was bizarre and experimental. This was altogether different and wonderful. A magical evening capped by the the most well timed rainstorm I have ever been caught in. Pizza, veggie burgers, jelly beans and two great friends walking in the warm rain. I met up with my friend Matthew while we waited at B.A.R.T. He had also been at the show and we got to catch up and trade stories. Always the music fan, we swapped recent purchases. He was also getting over a recent flu and promised to hang out soon. We parted in the city and I went on my way back to Mark's place. That's another one for the peak experience catagory.

Robyn dipped his hand into the elixer, swishing it around with his hand and said "this is what we've got and I know your name." before disappearing down the other side of the hill wearing a summer hat and not much else. he clutched a string bow and fiddle under one arm, going to-I-have-no-idea-where.

Phases of The Moon (flowers for Mark)

if there was doubt
and uncertainty
and fire where I rest,
then might I reach
for a piano
or the phases of the moon
for the answers
(they are elusive)
while I relearn to stand.
my species has been pinned and mounted
in a box that's been lost
somewhere at the top of the world.

Words to describe these things
feel awkward, weak and overpowered.
I struggle for the lesson
to teach the invisible,
to embrace the negative space
inside you.
Like water dripping from a
from a leaf into a lake,
from a causeway unto the state at play
highway; washing all the
oil and blood away.

he pressed on...
he pressed on...
he pressed on without you.

That I wanted to kiss,
that I wanted to be,
to eat, to be inside
and outside you.
To find someone
Who will not be afraid,
stand against staid,
unfettered by the light
of missed yesterdays.



along for the ride