Beacon Street Union 09 South End Incident

Faze Five/One

So,
This is how the mind goes.
One
Step
At
A
Time.
Slowly,
Deliberately,
Quietly.
This is how the mind goes.

As it weakens
The tormentor gains his strength
The power flows into him,
And the will grows,
Mutating and flourishing,
Control slowly
Passed,
Like a baton.

Slowly,
Hesitantly,
Yet, ever moving forward,
This is how the mind goes.

Faze Four

The beast hath loosed himself,
His eyes,
Gazing at me
In
The mirror,
The color changed and
Intense,
The smile, upturned
Wicked and almost laughing,
The brow furrowed
Mocking the ages,
Confusing the trusting,
Consuming
All.

Faze Three

Thoughts of crystal,
A crown of thorns,
Blue satin flames
Burning ice
And the flutter of wings.
The earth shudders,
The sky, full of crimson clouds,
Flames in the night
As the wings of the eagle
Propel him forth
From the bowels of his prison,
His shackels broken and cast aside.
Forward movement,
Hesitation
And the crack of the sonic boom
As the invasion begins.

run

you never run alone
for there's someone there beside you
silently cheering you on
and smiling at the victory
knowing full well you could run that distance
because each day of your life
you run a race
and you win each and every day

so run like there's no tomorrow
and smile in the glory
that you have earned

run

Faze Two

destiny is a myth
created by belief
in a higher power
that is betting you
are a believer

Bitten

Love, discarded and cast aside
Is picked up by another,
Held close to the heart
And treasured.

Faze One

So,
This is how the mind goes.
One
Step
At
A
Time.
Slowly,
Deliberately,
Quietly.
This is how the mind goes.

Non Ilusional

stepping sideways
falling thru the cracks
waking up in a world gone mad
tired of the killing
the wars
the greed
and finding out
I was never alseep
To begin with...

e Motion

Time,
Like cascading rain,
Falls upon the ground
And is consumed
By an unquenchable thirst.

Awkward In Time

The tidewaters, folding in upon
Themselves
The echoes on heartbeats
Thumping loudly like a bass drum
In his head
The intense light
As the synapse in the brain
Flashes signals to the captains
Of the body
The opening of the eyes
Revealing two open crevasses
Bottomless in their own pool.
Driving out emotions,
Exiling them from the commonwealth
Of their existence,
Banning them from taking shape,
From nurturing
And bearing seed.

One Day

There are days each year that most of us dread having to endure for one reason or another.

I have one such day, each year, and today, unfortunately is that day.

I won't go into reasons, I won't wallow in self pity, let's just say for reasons best kept to myself I hate this day each year.

This year is no exception to that rule.

Hopefully, by the grace of God tomorrow will be better.

But for now, today totally sucks.

Stanza Thirty Five

In a crowded room,
I am alone.
Standing with my friends,
laughing, partying
And living the life
Of the carefree,
I am alone.
As I work each day,
As I breathe each day,
As I stand and smile,
Play and imagine,
And live the life
Of a happy man,
I am alone.

In my thoughts,
I am alone.
In my dreams,
Vivid as they are,
I am alone.

As I stand among the masses,
As I walk with the flow of the crowd,
I am alone.

With my arm around the shoulder
Of my comrade,
As we laugh,
As we bond
And as we communicate as two should do,
I am alone.

They smile with me,
They laugh with me,
We work together,
We laugh together,
We struggle thru life's adventures
together...

Yet,
I am alone.

I don't do being a son
Very well.

I don't do being a brother
So well.

As a friend, I doubt that I
Derserved much bragging.

As a father
I was never given a
Chance
Therefore, I was a
Failure
Despite my years of
Trying
And my years of believing.

Alone,
I do well.

Alone
I do great.

In a crowded life
Stifling
With no privacy
And with no
Silence...

I stand alone.

And there,
I shall always
Remain.

One, in solidarity.

One, with pride.

One,
Who stands,
Alone.

Forever...

Cee Cee James with James Howard

Anyone who knows me, and knows me well, knows that the blues is my favorite genre of music.

Here is an interesting blend of gospel and blues and a totally amazing rendition of my favorite gospel tune ala "The Blues."

Hope you enjoy it!

Hurting

A hurt heart is like an open, bleeding wound.
Nothing seems to stop the bleeding,
Nothing seems to stop the pain.
Old wounds can reopen without warning
And the bleeding starts all over again.

Live By The Levee, June 4, 2011

Last Saturday night, a concert I have waited seven months to arrive, was unfortunately cut short after only seven songs. A threatening storm moved into the Rushville area and caused the cancellation of the Cee Cee James concert I had helped plan since last year.

The seven songs that Cee Cee and her band performed were awesome, and the folks in her band were great to work with. Cee Cee her self was so great, so friendly and so eager to please everyone. It's so easy to be nice to people like her and the band.

Once again this year, WFYI-FM's Matt Socey served as our guest emcee, and those who attended were presented with a hard driving and soulful blues performance. Such a shame to have it cut short.

The general consensus of our board is that since Cee Cee was unable to play her entire two hours, we hope to have her back next year in an effort to have her entire show performed.

I'm certainly hoping that becomes a reality once again.

If you ever get the chance to catch this amazing woman in performance, do so without reservation. She's quite the artist and quite the lady indeed!