.Unpublished Heart

Ran across this and HAD to post! This guy's back symmetry is INSANE! I'd love to sculpt a client into that someday. That's awesome.

i wish i had a yard.
if i had a yard i'd put hedges in it.
if i had a yard with hedges i'd make a maze.
if i had a hedge maze in my yard i'd make an entrance but no exit.
i'd make people go into it.
they wouldn't come out.
i'd watch & laugh at the people in the hedge maze in my yard.
but i have no yard.
ok, done sounding like a serial killer now.

free write, straight into the blog. make it rhyme. let's see how this goes :/ haha.
.....
oh, there is no good in me
not an ounce of sympathy
i'm a liar and a thief
but i'm alright

there's a confidence in me
an abortion of unease
close the door and see the greed
that lies inside

oh
how the gravity draws
oh
how the comfort groans
oh
how the growing takes the
time from out my lungs
follows me around

.....

sweet.
-kls

This kid. This kid is good. Mads Langer - "Fact-Fiction"

Can't get this song to stop playing in my head. Beautifully fashioned. Ben Howard - "The Wolves"

Why is Christianity legal in America? What are we as Christians doing that is so tame that it would be tolerated by such a wide spread amount of people? The Jesus I've read about isn't tame. The Paul I've read about followed Jesus in a way that put him in jail. Jesus was nailed on a cross, because his culture took him as a criminal. He was not tame. Why am I? Why isn't what I stand for making more noise in a wild way? Something's wrong.

New song - called 'Permission'

I purchased LIFE's Bob Dylan special/book/mag yesterday. Flipped through it last night and this afternoon. I've been a Dylan fan since I picked up the guitar. Just seeing some of the pictures in this book & reading about what inspired some of his songs made me want to write. So, I wrote a few verses and a chorus. I'll probably add another verse or two and/or a bridge, but I'm satisfied with it thus far.

"The Road is Gonna Be A War"


If something is inside you let it out
If cannon balls explode inside your chest, you shouldn’t doubt
That the road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war
If everything you have is robbed from you
And you are left with nothing but this moment, you know that
The road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war

Say what they will
Say the wrong things, you know I will

What if there’s no savior in the end?
What if everything you played your cards on is a myth?
Say, the road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war
The constant current might drag you beneath
Turn you, shake you, spit you out, and tangle you with grief
Yeah, the road is gonna be
The road is gonna be a war

Say what they will
Say the wrong things, you know I will

Hey. Remember when this was a thing. Yeah, me too.

I decided to randomly sit down and write today. This fell out. Hope ya like it!

Weren't the lights off when I left?, he thought as he moved the pipe from the right to the left corner of his mouth. It sat beneath a billowing mustache and upon a strong foundation of a beard that was unshaven due to lack of interest. I'm pretty sure I turned them off.

He sat on the pier watching sails dance across the sky, hardly, it seemed, attached to the boats beneath. The sky was blue. The seas were blue. The buildings were blue. He exhaled out, and the smoke was blue. A man across the pier shouted out. It sounded like blue. The fish were blue. His chair was white.

Maybe I'll move to India. I think I'd like that . . . The people there don't smile much, but there are lovely smells in their food. A small, brown dog ran by, followed by a boy, Lucien I think his name is. He was supposed to be in school, but Lucien's, or whatever his name is, father caught and sold fish and couldn't afford hired help. Lucien wasn't much help except to move a few loads of fish, roll ropes, and make sure the small, brown dog didn't run away.

I'd like to have sex with an Indian woman, he thought, switching from right over left leg to left over right. A young girl. One who'd just like to fool around a bit before she's wed. The blue water looked lively today. Salt water doesn't really smell like much after a while. But he wouldn't have noticed any way.

Shouts and waves and songs and the small, brown dog barking. People, mostly middle aged men, would pat him strongly on the shoulder as they passed by his white chair. He didn't care what they said. He'd stopped caring years ago. The sky sure is blue today. Lovely clouds, though. He did notice the sky.

I could not NOT post this! So much great insight!


Having played regularly at the Whole over the years, Ellis got to experience a different kind of event this time around at Making Music. Known for her heart-tugging lyrics and contagious sense of humor, Ellis has related to many through her performances in support of five albums. Her sixth album, "Break the Spell," was released in early February 2008.

I'd like to... I'd like to say something... that I've prepared... tonight...
Hello,
How 'bout that ride in? I guess that's why they call it 'Sin City'. (hahaha) You guys may not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But, when my sister brought Doug home I knew he was one of my own, and, my wolf pack, it grew by one. So, were there two, there were two of us in the wolf pack: I was wa-alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, "Wait a second. Could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So, tonight... I make a toast!