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#TimeWaster

#TimeWaster

My seconds graze

the clock hands’ shade

A mind’s race goes for daze

Suns rays erase a watch’s stain

Even on the glare’s long days,

Our shadowplay moves yesterdays

To powdered futures, bronzed and glazed

A moment grows yet remains the same

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Writings

 

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Before the Dawn

My favorite moments

lay close before the dawn,

sheepish hours of yesterday

clinging to the lawns

stillness laughs triumphant

and casts the birdsongs off

purple-lighted murals

enchanted by the stars

cloaked in desperation

longing for moon’s pause

shrouded with light’s gauze

in ever-changing awe.

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Readings, Writings

 

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Just Bustadelic Lyrics- *(Plans)*

Behold! EVEN NEWER Lyrics from my psychedelic funk blues rock band, Just Bustadelic. This new song is an older tune we are juster starting to rehash and I decided it only fitting to not only post the new lyrics here but a link to a shoddy video recording demo of a song written by our guitarist, Bill all about THELIONWRITER!

ENJOY!

 *(PLANS)*

You’re tied, to this scene, you’re in

swimming, daydreams, crashing

sour-cherried, secrets, roll in

so keep, your motor, running

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No More Plans,

Cus they never come to be

And in that moment can we Seize

Who you want to be… (x2)

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So tired, you can barely swim

thrashin’, in fake, oceans

and clouded, stars, teleporting

to make sure, you’re still, floating

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And the moss shakes

open leaves to breathe,

and the sun still,

sets to greet the sea

and the bird flies

only on belief,

That life is planned to be

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2015 in Music, Writings

 

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#sevenoclock

There are potholes in my floor

from all my constant pacing,

my pillows, all grown cold

from lack of me there sleeping

incense fills the air

and wavers like the evening

thoughts sputter to my page

to whisper lucid mute things

in ears that do not hear  for

morning work draws ever near…

and my pen begs me to stay there,

seven’ o’clock and my head is all but clear

WRITTEN ON 6:25AM, 2/13/14

 
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Posted by on February 17, 2015 in Journal Entries, Writings

 

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#Writer’sBlock

I wait for the moments

to collide on the page

sitting in wonder

fists balled in rage,

Will words come easy or freely this month?

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No,

they hide in my skull uneasy to jump,

to fall on my pens,

and become permanent,

and the heat from my stories

leaves writing singed,

melting mind’s quarries

and imagination.

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Yet perhaps its the weight

of outdoing the late

or that passion deflates

when you have a full plate.

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But when will my friction

ease writing addictions?

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My fickle brains moves

but my pen doesn’t listen,

though my only intention

is remember my mission

to master all fiction

create new depictions,

feasibly make predictions,

to break this affliction

shatter constrictions

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End this pitiless self-infliction!

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With penniless thoughts that maybe show wisdom,

they appear from within and hope hands will listen

to christen

the given

driven vision

envisioned

that is missing

or imprisoned,

not yet written

but already positioned

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To kill this writer’s torture…

…and forge a new author

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Posted by on February 10, 2015 in Journal Entries, Writings

 

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Break the Seams – Wolves Reign Lyrics

As my first post of 2015 I would like to share my lyrics for my band Wolves Reign’s ( facebook.com/reignofwolves ) newest song originally entitled “Dear Lord.”

The focus of the song is growth, mindfulness, and the symbolism of the moth- the creature who flys Through the dark to seek the light. Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment with criticism or praise.

Crawling towards the moon
To claim the difference
Of who I was and how I missed it:
The point, is mute and deaf to me

So I save myself bottomless questions
Spin my threads In new directions,
Keep wondering if I’m getting there

NOW, with my wings
In tact or breaking the seams
On my cocoon’s walls are
Change and themes, all future beliefs
In a moth’s dream

A second’s notice
brings you crippling doubts
Of when to shed old skin
and break your proud ego’s sin,
To begin, new again
Past the past
Your present calls, fly at last
No wondering if I’m getting there

NOW, with my wings
In tact or breaking the seams
On my cocoon’s walls are
Change and themes, all future dreams
Is a moth’s belief

-thelionwriter

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2015 in Music, Writings

 

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Musician’s Soul

A musician’s soul

relieves the toll

of living with dispair

by filling lungs with air,

divides the cautious stare

reveals what words can’t share

stays far from herd that wear:

the same clothes,

pushed-up-nosed,

bratty emotives

and happy heroes

to the masses

those discreet liars by habit

political tantrum masters

whom edge on their opponents

for fear of the matter

at hand,

those who can take a stand,

play in a band,

have notes to help us

understand

a vision

that we all once had

 
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Posted by on October 2, 2014 in Journal Entries, Music, Writings

 

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