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Ren Michael · When I Come Home To You Drum.beat The sound is something of dreams, unusual yet deeply familiar. of something seemingly far but well within. Its like this, I write of the cosmos the music reflecting the land, the city the elements. As I am a force of nature, we are nature All …
I paint fire and in mud. I paint reds and greens and I make love I am the artist in your dreams, far at the end of the street in the dark alleyways and star-lit night scapes. I am in relation with man and nature, the city and the wild. For I am all of …
John K King Used and Rare Books in Detroit, Michigan takes the cake. I love bookstores. Can’t get enough of them. Even if I spend all day in one, I can probably revisit that same shop the next day and still have a great time. To me, a bookstore is a worthy alternative to traveling, …
All is one and One is All
No more fear. Fear is a con offered by those who don’t realize they’re peddling it to begin with, there's too much fear so please lead with love No more fear. We can identify a problem But don’t have to lose our head or compassion and respect love spirit If we are the problem Then …
It's more than being good with words. To write well, you have to be receptive to the things going on around you and within you. The second part came naturally to me while the first part, the technique, took more time and practice. Quite a few years. I still haven’t perfected it, but eventually I …
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Paradise lies belongs to us all, and If He were alive He’d be in the slums, the projects, wandering in the food deserts of the world stepping foot in mega churches only to tell everyone in them how full of *it they are he'd be outlawed, named a disturber of the peace now just as …
I was born in Miami, lived there till I was about three, then lived in the western end of Broward County outside the Everglades, right on the borderline of that greater swampland running from the southern tip of the peninsula to Lake Okeechobee. New Orleans felt like an extension of that in some way, maybe …
I just had one of the most fantastic breakfasts of my life, and After a good long wait I’m a changeling back on the scene not a moment too soon here with my people, this Saturday morning through the early afternoon sipping my coffee late in October, for Halloween’s a-coming and the air is cool …
The only sin I ever committed was stepping away from who I am as if it was ever necessary in order to love others. We create, express who we are and meet at the overlap The courtyard we call democracy jazz love. -- The world’s customs and perspectives are changing, the resistance to it is …
My religion is one of my creation pretty sure I am the only member.
as you march 'long the block through the alleys of your hometown the walls of the battlefield frame the arrival of your song, as the mighty trumpet sounds for Ella Mae Armstrong this young boy a child favorite son of New Orleans leads the choir his first band, hey! off the banks of the Mississippi …
Total bliss is recognition of the unity in all things -where the danger of grouping is that it’s limiting -universal truths needn’t be pigeonholed, exclusive This existence belongs to all The difference is who sees and who does not that there is no difference at all except for that which defines the individual making each …
LA taxi cab latin beats thundering beneath as the sun sets over town leading to the Hollywood Bowl it's late in summer at the amphitheater this old film feels brand-new the orchestra readies neath the silver screen for Amadeus: life of a jealous colleague and conspirator we’re here people of the city gathered again both …
One of the most important things anyone can learn right off the bat is the difference between taking the work seriously and the self seriously and to operate from the former rather than the latter. In fact learning to not take oneself so seriously will be better for the work, which will in turn better …
People are losing the human touch that sense of the real visceral rapturous experience. They long for it again. Bring us an acoustic guitar and light a match to the fire pit, turn over our furniture and let’s dance around the bonfire. We’ll paint tomorrow morning and get to work I’ll make the coffee You …
This morning here we are on the FTL flight to LAX, heading west. The west: romantic, epic, and mythological. The west, prolonging the morning. Keeping the day young. In the pre-Columbian past, east and west didn't exist in these terms, not like we think of them today. To the Europeans, all of America might have …
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Last night I saw a film A gangster film in a graveyard. no shit, with wild children seeking to be yet still tamed without seeing but knowing. Shall we dance just like this? Liberated and in-step with ahead and behind and top and bottom where all are merely one repeating in breathing, rhyming in its …
Interlaken, Switzerland I rode into Interlaken at sundown and spent my first and only night there at the Funny Farm. That’s the youth hostel where I booked my stay, because with a name like that, it was hard to resist. Interlaken’s a resort town made for the outdoors and for the outdoor enthusiast—not exactly …
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Like just about anything creative, it's a river. Or stepping into one. And once you're in it, you let it take you. You might exert some of your own will onto it but ultimately when things are going best, it's the river that decides. And it speaks through you as well as to you, …
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