Righteous Man.

I've been struggling to finish a tune I started months and months ago. I knew the song would be called Righteous Man, but that's about all I could write. Recent events have inspired me finish the song. I put myself in the perspective of another and this is what came from it. It's heavy...but its the brutal truth. People all around us struggle everyday just to wake up and we can't forget that.

My freedom's on the rocks

My freedom's on the barrel of the gun that's in my hand

The gun that's in my hand

I never know how to feel

I never know how to feel until the gun is in my hand

The gun is in my hand

My finger's resting on the trigger now,

I know, if I pull back I'll be on my knees, I know I know I know I know

I know that faith is a word they feed into my heart

By the Father, the Son, Mother Mary, and the Holy Ghost

But the faith that I've held so dearly now has gone to Hell

I'm down in Hell and the righteous man, the righteous man's not right tonight

He's fallen out of sight

And the righteous song, the righteous song's not sung in time...it's in my mind

My freedom's on the floor

My freedom's on the floor as it drips down from my eyes

Drips down from my eyes

And I can't hold back these tears that are building up

I know, it's a feeling I've dealt with everyday and it's getting old, I know I know I know

I know that faith is a word they feed into my heart

By the Father, the Son, Mother Mary, and the Holy Ghost

But the faith that I've held so dearly now has gone to Hell

I'm down in Hell and the righteous man, the righteous man's not right tonight

He's fallen out of sight

And the righteous song, the righteous song's not sung in time...it's in my mind

I can barely hold my head up high

I'm crying out for help tonight

Can't you see the torture in my eyes?

Second Guess.

I have a tendency to second guess myself. Over the past few years, I have come to the realization that this is my curse.

I can't seem to see things clearly until I step away. But then most often when I step back, I have already fucked up a good thing.

It actually amazes me a bit that I do this so consistently. I think I subconsciously try to sabotage myself...maybe it's because I write my best material when I'm in a funk...but who the funk knows? Maybe I just don't know who to be content.

This mentality seems to spill over into every facet of my life..relationships, jobs, geometric placement, etc.

I need to realize that I have so many amazing things right in front of me...but then again...how can I ever be a dreamer and make more of this life if I am content...DAMNIT! I just did it again!

Mano

I wrote this song about 2 years ago after a chance meeting with a spiritual counselor named Mano at the Griddle Cafe on Sunset Blvd. I didn't know at the time how drastically my life would change shortly afterward. Life can throw some curveballs.

Wartorn

This is a song I wrote about a year ago. It has never seen the light of day, so I thought it was time for it to shine.

People are people are people.

People are people are people.

How can I judge a person who is just being a person.

I feel like I know someone and they are on my same wave length but really they are on their own separate page.

People are people are people.

I thought I knew someone, and I really do...but at this point in time...they are just people...who only think of themselves and the repercussions of their immediate decisions...and that is a typical "people" thought.

I completely condone people being people.

It's not a choice...more of a reflex.

Sometime, when people think they can be as one...people are wrong.

People are people are people.

Life happens and thing change.

It's not a choice...it's real life.

Diabetes.

I met a guy today with diabetes type 2. He told me it was caused by his love for pasta. He blamed the whole fiasco on eating too much pasta. "Carbs'll kill ya!" is what he told me...yet within the 45 minutes I spent in his presence, I watched him suck down an 8oz Red Bull, two double shot cappuccino's and 4 cigarettes......for some reason I don't think it was the pasta that caused his diabetes.

Spring Cleaning.

I decided to do a bit of spring cleaning yesterday. I must admit that it was not what I wanted to spend a beautiful Sunday doing, but since I have been neglecting my little apartment for a while now...it was quite necessary.

So I arose from my bed, got a cup of coffee and some necessary cleaning supplies..and BAM! took care of business.

After 5 hours I finally finished. My apartment reeks of Orange Pine Sol and I am 9 grocery bags of clothes, 4 pairs of shoes, and 2 coats lighter. You're welcome GoodWill.