My Soul's Shoes: My Soul's Shoes, my little heart T' was a lonely road; I've arrived A door with my name The unknown, one step to take Goodbye tongue, goodbye eyes I am blind; you are light No more rules, no more form The pavement's holding me; the pavement's gone I bridge poetry and song My bridge to build, my weight to hold My Soul's Shoes, my li…

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 aftern…

my struggles & values I. 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 art A box is a beautiful frame until it becomes my prison. Mastery requires demolition…

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 n…

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 …

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…

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 W…

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 pilgrimag…