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  • A Life With You On A Bed:

    A life on a bed with you

    An opportune time for my rusty heart to heal in your arms

    Am I on your mind?

    Cause you occupy my every fiber of soul

    Call out for me; will you, beautiful?

    Sojourn with me on a bed

    Heal my soul with your touch

    And I’m yours for as long as you like

    A song with your harmonies

    Live-to-tape on an afternoon

    A life on a bed with you

    I’m a dreamer; may I dream of you?

    Sojourn with me on a bed

    Heal my soul with your love

    And I’m yours for as long as you're mine

    A life with you on a bed

    A life with you on a bed

    A life with you on a bed

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  • my struggles & valuesI. Private Art: comfortable growth at own pace
    II. Public Art: compressed, pressured growth; leaps if not abandoned; facing pain in public
    III. Mastery: establishing one's voice through one's chain of art (portfolio) = carving one's place in artA box is a beautiful frame until it becomes my prison. Mastery requires demolition, undoing, and liberation. Masters fly like birds, and so I, too, must let go and fly.

    I'll End In My Heart:

    I’m a back-to-earth kind of folk

    Hitting the road with my songs

    Zen walking, the music’s talking

    I’m budding wonderful nonsense

    Keep me afloat; carry both hands

    Enter the mouth of a cave

    No sigh to relieve, steely purpose

    From solitude to service


    I’m Zen walking; God’s talking to me

    Take my hand, lead the way

    No more rope; I am breaking apart

    I’ll end in my heart

    Take my life, lead the way

    I’m no more; I am breaking apart

    I’ll end in my heart


    I’m a back-to-earth kind of folk

    Hitting the road with my songs

    Zen walking, the music’s talking

    I’m budding wonderful nonsense

    Keep me afloat; carry both hands

    Enter the mouth of a cave

    No sigh to relieve, steely purpose

    From solitude to service


    I’m Zen walking; God’s talking to me

    Take my hand, lead the way

    No more rope; I am breaking apart

    I’ll end in my heart

    Take my life, lead the way

    I’m no more; I am breaking apart

    I’ll end in my heart

    I’m Zen walking; God’s talking to me

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  • Creation plays by its own drum, balancing the scales. I am but a speck on my isolated road. There’s the world’s heartbeat, but mine beats differently. I am selfish; is that where I go wrong?
    Art restores my connection. Art reminds me to be humble. Art is my gift of union. When there is art, there is but one collective being. And I am it. And I am nothing. When I swim in art, I drown, and I am the water and its waves.
    Artist = Instrument Of Creation
    Art = Window To GodLife shows me what I need to see, gives me what I need to have, takes what I need to let go.The only intelligent way to live is to surrender because how can I — a minute drop of creation — see the bigger picture?
    The greater good is the only good.

    They'd Call Me 'Artist' In America:

    Panic this, panic that.

    Just an everyday Wednesday.

    Connect the dots, looking back.

    Pity me, Wednesday.

    Waxing philosophic, someday iconic, an enigma - I am, I am, I am.

    Poetic pursuits, idiot of creation, tied up like glue - I am, I am.

    A highway, gateway, door to a nation that nobody knows - I am, I am.

    Humble servant, giant fool, tortured soul.

    They’d Call Me ‘Artist’ In America.

    Panic this, panic that.

    Just an everyday Wednesday.

    When it works, it really works.

    When it doesn’t, it doesn’t - stay in the game!

    Waxing philosophic, someday iconic, an enigma - I am, I am, I am.

    Poetic pursuits, idiot of creation, tied up like glue - I am, I am.

    A highway, gateway, door to a nation that nobody knows - I am, I am.

    Humble servant, giant fool, tortured soul.

    They’d Call Me ‘Artist’ In America.

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  • Your catalog is your calling card.Don't optimize your actions based on how people perceive you. Optimize your actions based on what's true to you.If somebody sees me in my songs, I've made a mistake.Why does my art exist? Not all art is equal. Do I stand in the way of art?
    When there is me in the song, something is wrong. Is it about me?
    Art is for self-healing until the scales tip. Then, art changes the world.Play like a child. Write like a child.'One guitar, one voice' exposes all. Where can I hide behind no arrangement, collaborators, or fancy production? I feel exposed—my state of being undeniably captured. Where to put the fear? Where to hide the heart? One naked moment of truth—my mirror, my learning tool. Complete exposure. Learn to love it.Today's recording session was hard. It feels like I wage a battle against myself daily. Today, I won.
    My goal is to create new art every day, Picasso style. Why was he the most famous painter in the world? — His creative output? Why was he so confident in his ability? — He painted until painting became his identity? What is my identity? Will I claim it?

    House Of Glass:

    I'm a visionary, not a hoper, not a dreamer; you disagree

    Call me romancer, idealist, castle builder, and that's okay

    But it's me who's changing the world; impacts the masses while you're watching

    From your House Of Glass

    You're a worker; I've heard of those; work for duty is killing you softly

    You're a worker of soul-draining work, soul-eating work; there's really no meaning

    From your House Of Glass

    We need an anthem, us creatives, us innovatives, we are a few

    This is for you, for your hardships; you're the hero the world needs

    This is a thank you for all that can't say it; stay starry-eyed

    And break your House Of Glass

    The rest of the world sleeps at the sidelines

    The brighter your light shines, the more are watching

    From their House Of Glass

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  • I’m a madman, mesmerized.

    By the love she holds for me, just now, I learn to see.

    I’m a madman in the sublime.

    Darling, truth be told, my heart is never bold enough.

    I’m a madman, terrified.

    By the beauty that life holds, I pray you won’t let go of me.

    Thoughts be sublimed by the spirit of the night.

    Our bodies in a dance, not you, not two, there’s one of me.

    My potency of prose is your love for me.

    I’m a madman, crucified.

    A minute drop of blood; wipe away the stain.

    I’m a madman, hypnotized.

    She paints me on her sky; why would I refrain from life?

    Thoughts be sublimed by the spirit of the night.

    Our bodies in one dance, not you, not two, there’s one of me.

    My potency of prose is your love for me.

    I’m a madman in love, mmh, madly.

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  • Where is choice in all of this?

    I don’t know, I don’t know.

    I write cause words call my name,

    and my name is my own.

    Poetry & song, a lost girl, let her fall.


    Repository of secrets, a portal to the divine

    Carved in stone is my heart, a part of art

    Romancing the stars, making love to the night

    Everybody knows that they will die,

    On A Godless Stage


    Where is love in all of this?

    I don’t know, I don’t know.

    My woman leads me to bliss,

    She’s the only door that I know to the divine


    Repository of secrets, a portal to the divine

    Carved in stone is my heart, a part of art

    Romancing the stars, making love to the night

    And everybody knows that they will die

    On A Godless Stage

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  • Masters of love, muse of fire

    the woman I love, my only desire

    full-time employee of my heart, spiritual sister

    better part of my soul, a pearl on my shore

    monolithic love, in superposition

    enter the stream, to never return

    cunningly selfless, dangerous charm

    death takes a holiday, and I'm coming alive

    my renaissance, just watch my face

    a pilgrimage that takes all my pain

    I leave it behind, the pain crust of my past

    mystical goddess, I call you by name

    masters of love, doom, and gloom

    she takes everything, then leaves me blue

    masters of love, nefarious witch

    take your needle, your poisonous kiss

    masters of love, this time, I was sure

    that she's everything - turns

    life, the universe, and everything

    Masters of love, muse of fire

    the woman I love, my only desire

    full-time employee of my heart, spiritual sister

    better part of my soul, a pearl on my shore

    monolithic love, in superposition

    enter the stream, to never return

    cunningly selfless, dangerous charm

    death takes a holiday, and I'm coming alive

    my renaissance, just watch my face

    a pilgrimage that takes all your pain

    I leave it behind, the pain crust of my past

    mystical goddess, I call you by name

    masters of love, doom, and gloom

    she takes everything, then leaves me blue

    masters of love, nefarious witch

    take your needle, your poisonous kiss

    masters of love, this time, I was sure

    that she's everything - turns

    life, the universe, and everything

    masters of love

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