More Battling

Brainstorming Show Sketches

My sister is doing an art show in a month or two. We've been brainstorming. Here's a sketch from that. It probably won't look much like this, but it's part of the process.

In My Lungs

Woke this morning with no indication or warning
A situation like a hostage incident forming
And suddenly with all my family present I am cut off
In a place where none of them can go, God and I face off

So if I come up empty
Will you come and find me
Will this land of plenty
Be the place you lose me

Hypocrites and liars take their seats and throw their stones
They can rot away your comfort like the marrow of your bones
They say words and pretend kindness but I know what it is they see
A living contradiction to their well-protected dreams

I won't ignore You
I won't defend You
I won't explain away your silence or inaction

Musical Diagnosis

Music is stirring in me. It's kind of nice to care about it again, to want to play a little, to have a bit of energy to write after 6 months of being very happy to keep my distance. Maybe I'm coming to the end of my unplanned musical sabbatical. I don't have clear music plans for the next season, but it's nice to see an old friend back in town.

In particular
I played a couple songs at a friend's birthday party with a bunch of very good Latin musicians. I wrote a song for one of my favorite people who just was diagnosed with lung cancer. I rewrote a song four times and am still in process. What is it about pain and sorrow that screams for music in me? I'll post a few lyrics soon, and include the song on my next CSM delivery.

Woman Dancing

This is the first time I've messed with acrylic for years. I worked it from different angles.

Fly

Cartoons and Angels

God's messengers are angels and cartoons,
Salesmen and musicians, farmers and lawyers.

God's messages are simple and difficult,
Mystical and sincere, hidden and available.

God's voice is silence and subtlety
Vision and scent, absence and trust.

j.r. 06.09