I couldn't wait for success, so I went ahead without it...
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Deliverance
Re·demp·tion [ri-demp-shuhn]
–noun
1.
an act of redeeming or the state of being redeemed.
2.
deliverance; rescue.
3.
Theology . deliverance from sin; salvation.
4.
atonement for guilt.
5.
repurchase, as of something sold.
6.
paying off, as of a mortgage, bond, or note.
7.
recovery by payment, as of something pledged.
8.
conversion of paper money into specie.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
"Travel & Travail" Freestyle Featuring Fisto
"Travel & Travail" by Anthony J. Shears featuring FISTO
SMG 2011
Impossible Possibilities on the Way!
SMG 2011
Impossible Possibilities on the Way!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Essential Invisibility
The studio feels ominous tonight. Something shines. And something sings in silence. And when the music stops, it's just me and my thoughts here.
...Seeking to become larger than life...but not necessarily larger than our lives.
A rose must be in the sun AND the rain or its lovely promise will never come true. So when I write I try to capture ALL of the day.
G-d never promised me a rose garden. HE gave me seeds... So I Water the sky with tears... And watch the stars blossom.
"Tonight I walked across a bridge... But there was no bridge there.. I carried a bag full of love... But no one to share it with. And then... I thought of you."
The future of art lay in her LOVE
The future of me lay in these songs.
I wonder if she's even listening...
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Very Lonely Places...
I'm having a hard time adjusting to this modest amount of fame... I think I prefer infamy...
Sometimes the spotlight can feel like a black hole...
The writer before G-d. The supplicant. G-d is really only another artist. And we are mere two parts of the same conversation. Sometimes in agreeance. Sometimes in opposition.
It started raining as we walked in tonight... I love the rain. I love what it says. It's hard to hear over the music.
Vain men never hear anything but praise...
Smart men pay attention to the "taunts" too.
My man yells "Toast!" as I pour myself a glass...
As I pour myself out to myself. a
I've been in the club too long.
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