I am a musician and artist,never considered myself much of a writer,unless scratching out some "off the cuff" lyrics on a napkin counts.My friends suggested I find and outlet for my attitude and opinions other than them,and thought this site might keep me
+ more bio informationEarthmoverearthmovercome dig my gravenew crusadercome to free the slaveburning bushgonna save the dayhe can sell youa slice of the piejust your soul to payused carsecond time aroundscratch that shiny paintmask will let him downrun for your lifenow its freedom timewatch him shape the worldon the edge of a knifeearthmovercome d... More..
The Buffalo slayershaman had a dreamtwo hundred years agovision clouded skytold him it was sothousands of bodieslay in bloody snowbullets cannot tameheart of a buffaloworld had come to bejust as he was shownpack your lives in boxesand your horses soldthousands of bodiesdied in bloody snowbut bullets could not killheart of the... More..
Pushing my horse of Hellharder...fasterdesperate for space,between myself and the demonI borrow him from.working my monsterdeeper...widerlike the wound I bleed fromnever healing.Wishing bitter windwould make dust of the bones,my flesh hangs ongrowing whiter.jumping the void in my soulfeel a foot snagon young ones loved,left t... More..
Certainly this topic has been written about so extensively that I can only add what has been helpful in my own personal experience as a creative person.It does seem that the hardest thing to find is one quick cure all for the artist block phenomena.It is essentially a state of mind that we seem to set up for ourselves as soon... More..
wish i could form into wordsthoughts i hear on the winda bird whispershis branch answersflakes of snow sift through the airwith a sound like the roar of manwish i could force into beingthe way i wanted you to feela child crieshis mother answerssmoke from me risesscreaming like the shout of godswish i could bring into lightfor... More..
step away from the turbulencefind solace in solitudediscover the immensity of this quietechoes endlessacross dried and barren landscapeslaid wasteby the thirst of a fool. More..
the final ridepeople here it comesget your children on th runtake your lawman to his gun.now,for all you knowthis could be the final ride.take just what you needdrop what you can leaverethink what you believe.reach down, you will knowthis must be our final ride.chase freedomfind your reason to existis just a taste,a state of ... More..
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