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Bleeding Mercury I

Why can’t life give to me some magical fairy tale?

There’s sadness deep in me, it’ll stay for a spell

Like an un-chosen destiny, fate, please give me a dream.

Let me hold it for all to see, my simple pride appeased.

There’s a second that I can’t breathe, this life wasn’t for me.

And there’s so much to tell, flying closer, drawn to hell.

There’s so much for you to see if only you could believe.

I’m bleeding mercury.

There’s a rage inside of me screaming sadness let me be.

Fair winds and parting seas, to my own world I escape.

Is your faith instilled in me? There is something I must say.

Hear my words I pray you heed, it’s all I have inside of me.

Watch the coming of the setting sun or the rising of another one.

Don’t get tangled with fate’s ill will, be bold, and true, and real.

Let me show you for all the world to see, this is what life has for me.

I’m bleeding mercury.

The Zodiac Project: Pisces

        The pen pauses above the page;

        The words flow, the hand hesitates.

        It’s the story of the shadow in the sun,

        A hero born, a villain spawned.

        A good soul humbled from the power within;

        the evil coils, let the battle begin.

        

        There’s someone out there, this I swear;

        A monster lurking, looking darkly in.

        Sending shivers running down my spine;

        All you women run, all you children hide.

        No one knows how this story goes,

        Death will smile on for whom the bell will toll.

        

        I need to run, find a way to save

        Me the martyr, me the saint.

        Giving up hollow, cold, empty faith,

        I just want to be free from the hero’s fate.

        

        Grip of the dagger, blood of the blade;

        Wounds open wide, guts on display.

        The hero has fallen, the villain remains,

        Walking slowly on to the imminent fate.

        The beast-man stumbles, the reaper he has graced.

        There’s no dying scream, just death upon his face.

        

        I need to run, find a way to save

        Me the martyr, me the saint.

        Giving up hollow, cold, empty faith,

        I just want to be free from the hero’s fate.

The Zodiac Project: Leo

        I’ve lived the life spying under your door,

        It wasn’t for me, wasn’t something that I need.

        I could be wrong, but its time I fly,

        Cutting loose those ties and leaving it all behind.

        I’ll keep searching forever until I’ve had my fill,

        Even if it’s long-standing, I will still get my thrills.

        And now that I have you, I will always be with you.

        You’ll expand my mind, indulging me.

        I don’t know what you live for…

        There’s a light inside, ticking behind your eyes

        It’s eating you alive like a hunter eats its prey

        I feel that I would be burned alive with flames licking my skin

        But it isn’t me, but even I can see

        There’s something you never told me, something about you,

        My trust is breaking, my heart is slipping, too.

        You’re about to lose it all, the lion, the cub, and Sphinx.

        I’m facing the horizon to the west, vanishing into the sun

        I don’t know what you live for…

        I don’t know what you want, but I know it comes from me

        Deep inside this secret that can’t break me

        All the way to the ground like a bird from the sky

        It would ease my mind to know what lurks behind

        All along, I never noticed the tragedy of you

        The secrets kept inside bleeding out your youth

        But isn’t that what you wished for? Forgetting you?

        I just want to know what keeps pushing you … away?

        I don’t know what you live for…but it sure isn’t me.

Come Write In #3

Kadena Library is hosting the next Come Write In for NaNoWriMo. Meet us there, in the Conference Room, on Wednesday the 15th, from 1600 to 2000. There is a place for peers and strangers, salty writers and greenhorn beginners, veterans and civilians. Come join us!

The Zodiac Project

Once upon a time, when I was more of a blend between musician and novelist, I decided to embark on a melodic journey that would traverse each zodiac sign. The idea was to write about each and how they view the world, or from the perspective of the sign about themselves and how they fit into a creative narrative. An ambitious project to be sure, the writing and music stretched me to my innovative limits as I laid track after track and scratched out each line.

In rare moments, some songs became the recipient of soothing, dulcet tones of a single acoustic guitar, songs like Cancer. One song with a rumbling base-led riff and sharp, rambling drums became the cornerstone of Gemini, while Leo received clear, crisp electric guitars conveying a somberness with bright, contrasting tones. Still, others expressed an angst against age, driven by uniqueness and individuality, to rebel against fate. The collection included a pulse-pounding, hyper-tempo, metal-punk Sagittarius, screaming, sweeping riffs of Pieces, and the powerful progressions of an ardent Aries, but not all undertakings come to fruition.

Alas, the Zodiac Project remains incomplete, though I may share some of what I did write. In hindsight, how can I pinpoint my exact reasons for failure to follow through? Perhaps my novel-writing took an upswing? Maybe I set it aside to focus on my college and get finished? I started a new job during that timeframe, so it could also have played a factor. Though despite not finishing, many great things came from the undertaking, songs like The Sapling of Vocation (The Tree of Destiny), Prose of the Ardent, And They Just Go…, and more. I guess the point I am trying to make is that not every “failure” should be viewed as such. So, too, must we examine our writing, poetry, and songs in the same light. Never discard. Perhaps rewrite, modify, and edit, but never destroy. We destroy ourselves enough to write, to “open a vein and bleed,” as Red Smith aptly articulated. I’m not advocating to seek out validation nor protect your babies, but maybe that half-molded thought will breath new life into you years down the road. What can it hurt to click save and let it be?

Porcelain

I want to be real for you.

Unlock this doll of porcelain.

For now I can see the world

With my eyes painted on.

There is something I must be; there is something I must need.

Lost without you.

You are the holder of my world,

You gave it all from the palm of your hand.

Taste the bitterness upon your fingers

It’s the taste I’ve endured for so long.

There is something you must be; there is something you must need.

Lost without me?

I walk by, silhouetted by the sun.

In my days you owned, I’ve never seen the dawn.

Be this pretty picture, wrap me up in your fingers,

The furthest I could go is when you’re dead and gone,

But now that I am free, God-speed to my glass feet.

I am done and gone, just like the setting sun.

There is something we must be; there is something we must need.

Lost without you.

Come Write In #2

For those that are in #Okinawa and participating in #NaNoWriMo or those that are part of OMCW, we are meeting at the Kadena Library Conference Room on Wednesday, the 8th, from 1600 – 2000. We provide a quiet atmosphere for you to think, write, and converse with fellow writers and authors. Feel free to join us in this stress-free, productive environment! There is no obligation to stay all night, but there is a place for you! Hope to see you there. 

Come Write In

For those that are in #Okinawa and participating in #NaNoWriMo, we are meeting at the Kadena Library Conference room on Saturday, the 4th, from 1030 – 1830. Please come join us! There is no obligation to stay all day, but know there is a place for you among fellow writers!