Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Only Love...

There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Sincerely Me...


Hello World,

Headed to the studio today... HAPPY EASTER to all...

My only hope with this music is that I can return some of the love yall have given me over the last two years. Yall been faithful, devout supporters... and I want you to know that without yall there is no me. I WRITE to RIGHT. So that only LOVE is LEFT.

But love me for the man that I am. As opposed to hating me for the man I am not.

And understand, I'd rather be a whole person than a good person.

If I've ever offended you or caused you harm in some way, please find it in your heart to forgive me. Sometimes I let my hunger get in the way of my better judgement. Survival can be cruel and unreleting like that.

Music is all I have. I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Loving, not just living.

Hope floats. And I'm skyhigh baby!

Love

AJS

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Dum Spiro, Spero.


The pain passes, but the beauty remains. I once read that revenge is a confession of pain. Revenge is not what I seek. So maybe this is not pain I feel at all. I cannot fully articulate what it is.

And I realize that those people who didn't understand my silence... before when my survival depended upon it... will probably not understand my words now.

So as Brother Esau so often says, I will own this feeling. It is mine, and mine only.

You may continue to call it pain. I will call it a sign.

For my part I believe in the forgiveness of sin and the redemption of ignorance. And if redemption lies in remembering, am I comitting a sin by trying to, on some level, forget some of the details of the hell I survived?

Image junkies.

Heart pollution.

Ultimately, having an experience becomes identical with taking a photograph of it. This is why I think the majority of my friends are photographers. I have a certain love right now. A gorgeous flower. And I'm realizing I can either let it grow, or run the risk of killing it with too much love.

It's dark in this room... and quiet.

Hope.