A poem in remembrance of an "artist" but as a person who also suffered from the demons and fought against them. For Chester Bennington and those who suffer... and continue to suffer.
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Link of the Mount Link is climbing a mountain, Why is he climbing a mountain? Link is climbing a mountain, Why is he climbing a mountain? To hug the mountain, To envelop that mountain. To hug the mountain, To envelop that mountain. To hug the mountain—that mountain. He wants to make love to the mountain. Why does Link climb the mountain? […]
Why Morphine? #Music is a #medicine that can help. This is mine. #writing #depression #ptsd Morphine is a pain medication of the opiate type which is found naturally in a number of plants and animals. It acts directly on the central nervous system (CNS) to decrease the feeling of pain. It can be taken for both acute pain and chronic pain. Morphine […]
It’s a wild #poem and #post about #aliens and a prelude to an #invasion. Woo! Prelude! Stuff! When I did my other little ditty about “Time,” I had another spur of the moment kind of thing that led me to do the following piece. This one, I felt I would include in my third or fourth book of The Lodestone […]
Rob aka "Sin" goes on his latest tale of having seen Buckethead in Nashville, TN on 6/3. He was moist.
Initiate Migration Sequence 02 Really? Yeah really… Ah, yes. The wee hours of the morning. Where 3 AM creeps up faster than a a serial killer that’s stalking their next prey. ‘Tis the life of a writer! At least I have my Buckethead Playlist to keep me company, and entertained. [Yes, I know there are doubles, iTunes has crashed on me so […]
Photos and a brief post on the Buckethead concert at The Majestic Theater in Detroit, MI on 4/26/2016.
It’s about 2:50 am. . .ish, and I am diving head first doing a cannonball into some of my projects. No, this isn’t one of them, this is just a sprinkle on a cake. Don’t worry, it’s going to be super moist. [If you cringed at the word moist, I am loving it.] I thought I’d share what exactly I am […]
Another year and we’re already flying through 2016. Where time goes is anyone’s guess, but clearly it’s in the fast lane. I’ve always noticed that time seemed to just flow on like an overcharged race car hyped up on more than just Mountain Dew. Yesterday it seemed like I was coming home to celebrate being 18. . .and now I’ll […]