Thursday, September 16, 2010

Thank you for your thoughts...


Hello World,

Please enjoy this piece of writing. I just stumbled across it. I hope it touches you the way it has touched me.

Thank you KH. Our lack of communication pains me. But I know everything is... JUST FOR A TIME. Thank you for everything.

Dear Beautiful Self,

A woman in her life has only one goal she needs to accomplish before her time is up-- to prothect her truth from being broken (not even once). My experience has shown me that people wait around every corner to break us down, whether it be through hate, lies, violence, or invalidation. They want nothing more than to see us break down and fall under their misconceptions, false expectations, and maniacally oppressive stereotypes. The oppressor jeopardizes our beauty by creating and demanding an unrealistic reality. But he will never jeopardize our dignity-- we will be called bitches and hoes and still stand tall with our faces tilted towards the sky. There is a place in us that he can't touch, a wisdom, a beauty... our TRUTH.A woman needs to love and forgive at the same moment, to nurture and defend with the same hands, love unconditionally and conditionally forget, balance sanity and insanity with the same mind, appeal and appease with the same words.The entire spectrum of truth fits into one work of art-- the woman.

Peace Anthony.
By k huds on A Man In His Life... on 11/27/07

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Little Susie...

Don't let them kill the little girl in you.
The one that sings that heavenly tune.
You left home.
You lost your way to find yourself.
And it helped.

For Better or for worse...


Last night, I let my tears fall where the sacristy once stood...

Going WITHIN.

Thru a ruined gate.

A mysterious energy.

Finding happiness in loneliness.

A raven's feather.

Urging me in the direction of the SON.

Zenith.

My mind's horizon tinged with red...

Living out some part of an inner dream everyday.

I searched for years and never found G.d in a church of any sort.

"It's the possibility of having a dream come true That makes life worth living."

And even if it doesn't... I perceived you. For a time.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Dinner is Served...


Why is it so important to dream?

“Because SUN... you’re future’s much brighter than your past!”

Tonight’s for thinking. A single lamp. A glass table. A pen. A pad. And the faint sound of the rain hitting the window. Things are so poetic though. I have a burning sensation to say things that might alienate me from my peers. There is a tyrant living inside me. We are aware of each other’s existence now. We’ve worked out some of our differences and respect each other more now. But there are times when I hear him yelling, “Fuck everybody,” and agree completely.

“There are birds who prefer not to fly” I hear her saying...

And so I stand. Skipping stones on a lake of my mother’s tears... feeling bad for being born.

Trying to figure out how to relate to the world over these beats...

And sometimes friends can be a sign of wreckage. So I bid mine farewell and hope to fair well.

I have made a great discovery. What I love belongs to me. I have to carry the burden of this history more lightly.

The world is a feast for my soul. And this is food for thought.

Dinner is served.

AJS

Saturday, August 28, 2010

A Contrario...


I read a quote today... and can think about nothing else now...

"A Ship in harbor is safe. But that is not what ships are built for."

Thinking about myself "A Contrario" - I hope to one day be the kind of man people look to as an example. The kind of man a family can be proud of.

This process of REDEMPTION, up to this point, has largely been about going within.

And I'm much more comfortable living in these dark corners. At least for right now.

When I began writing this blog, I began in hopes of being able to offer something more for the people who listen to my music. "I Write to Right"... a hopeful sentiment - one hoping to reach at at least one person in one place, somewhere. If I have, great. If not, I guess I'm still hopeful at this point.

Perspective, from a contrary position.

Thank you all for vibing with me.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Burning the Late Night Oil...



I've began on a task... one without precedent... This ROAD TO REDEMPTION started with one step... and has brought me here...

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Ad Astra Per Aspera...

Eye emerge.




"The darkness around us was deep."

A subtle, middle of the afternoon type of melancholy settled over me.

The saddest happy-ending you've ever seen.

Thoughts return to a city-scape... where tears mount like Babylonian bricks...

And every builder is trying to make a name for himself.

Hollow glory of man.

And I desperately find myself trying to distinguish the "meaningful" from the Babel.

But it's beautifully scenic from atop here...

And though my "search" for meaning often ends with my computer responding, "We are sorry but 'being' is a very common word and was not included in your search," I remain optimistic.

“In our lives there is bound to come some pain, surely as there are storms and falling rain; just believe that the one who holds the storms will bring the sun.”

Composing this is absolute agony.

Me.

Monday, May 3, 2010


Hello World,

I feel like writing...I will write. Really, when it comes to it, there's nothing to it. You sit down with your journal, or at your computer or type writer, and open a vein. OPEN A VAIN. At least for me that's how it works. Despite being in the public's eye since I was 11, I believe there isn't a person on this planet that can lay claim to knowing me. Truly knowing me. I have a protective coat... a shield that has helped me keep myself together over the years. There are things I've never shared with anyone. And while my music is most often characterized as personal, I believe I have developed a writing style that allows me to go just deep enough, without ever exposing "too much."

For instance, I have nightmares. I guess medically they are called Night Terrors. I've had them since my 12th birthday. I remember the first one like it happened yesterday. For those of you who know what this type of episode entails, I think you will agree with me when I say this is probably one of the least enjoyable experiences known to man. As a result, I have literally trained my mind and body to run on 3 or so hours of sleep. With this amount of sleep, I don't reach the cycle where dreams occur, and by default, can in most cases, avoid the night terrors altogether.

Here is another interesting fact about me... I was born dead. For the first 16.6 seconds of my life, I had no heartbeat. I believe this has played an integral part in shaping who I am... and also what I am. I have never feared death, and those that know me on any intimate level know that in most cases I run towards it. I feel I may die early, you know, before my time, but that is neither here nor there. They say the good die young.. which leaves me wondering asking myself why the fuck am I here? As someone who has experienced death first hand, I can say with complete confidence that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. I hope that when I die, the people who love me and care about me celebrate both my life and my death. To only celebrate my birth would be to write off my entire existence. To write off all of what made my life worth remembering.

The only friend I think I've ever truly had is Welly4. None of you will know who this is, but I think if friendship ever existed between two people, in its truest form, it would have been here. I do not believe we are friends anymore, and I've accepted this as part of life's cycle. It pains me most days. But we keep going.

I read at least three books a week. All kinds of books, but mostly financial analysis. I read newspapers, articles, data reports, financial statements, etc. I also read poetry, and plays. I've read most of the classics, many in their original languages.

I don't care for boxes, limitations, or ceilings. And I find most conversations boring. I think people are fickle, and have very little conviction. I used to have a girl I respected. She had a brilliant mind, but traded it in to be popular. Maybe my judgment is too harsh. But it is my honest opinion. She used to supply me with books upon books. Things to grow the soul. I hope she's happy now.

And when it comes to fear... fear is something I believe we've learned here. I don't remember fearing anything growing up. Never the dark. Or the boogie man. Or pain. Those of you who know me will recall I used to swallow things just to see what would happen. I would break my bones, and try to perform my own medical examinations. This often led to further damage, but in my mind, I had a better understanding, which made it worth it. Loneliness used to be about the scariest thing out there for me. And then I died and went to hell. Hell is very lonely. I felt safe because I knew I had G.d with me. I knew that what I was going thru was serving a higher purpose. I remembered what I learned reading Isaiah 6:8, and my Nana telling me to be prepared. It was painful at times, but it taught me that even loneliness has its limitations. It taught me that courage is not the absence of fear; but the acknowledgement that fear exist - that you and me or they are we are scared. And I was at times. But I emerged. And I'm stronger because of it.

These are a few things about me that I guarantee you didn't know before today. I hope these thoughts find you well. Today was an expressive day. And if time is any indication, this may not happen again for another 26 years. I leave you with this quote. I've had it since I was about 9 or so.

“To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest”

AJS

Isiah 6:8: Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"
And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"

I Helped Them See They Way Thru It... Not you...



Oscar Wilde said, "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

Be a verb.

See.

I'm all I have to give. As are you. This music is what we have in common. Commonality.

I will not wish thee riches nor the glow of greatness, but that wherever you go, some weary heart shall gladden at your smile, or shadowed life know sunshine for awhile. And so your path shall be a track of light, like angels' footsteps passing through. - Source Unknown.