http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gq3ly-hEATs&feature=related

Exam/ life prayer

Stress you are abounding.
Fears your  are surrounding
my heart with doubt.
What will I do ?
What must be done?
I am in dire need of He the holy one.
Meet me in this place.
Wipe the tears of  fear with your loving grace.
God I need you, put your hope in me.
Take away my fears ,and place me upon a mountain of trust.
Guide me through this valley where I am choked with doubts dust.
Let me breath the clear mountain air of trust , and tranquility.
Take me to the high place where I can see all that's before me.
Amen

The Artist- A Farewell to the Great J. Barkey

Eccentric
Inspiring
Mentor
He is an awkward yet funny artist from the mountains of Peru.
He is a lover of music, painting, and recently sculpting too.
He has taught me many things over the years.
I know I am not the only one who will say goodbye with tears.
But somethings must come to an end.
A setting sun , a light around a bend.
New journeys lay ahead.
Written before us.
A trail along mountains , valleys , and creek beds.
But we all will remember the times we've had.
Some happy some sad.
The art room band , The Barceloni family gathering, and many others.
The art room, was always a place to go and be free.
Free to express, to write, and to create without scrutiny.
With heavy heart and deep sigh, I write these words of remembrance to thee J. Barkey.

FLAGSHIP

Here is a great band from my hometown. They are mix between The Killers,Vampire Weekend, early Kings of Leon  , and many others. But they have a tremendous sound of their own. Their emotional lyrics will hit you deep inside and evoke thoughts and questions, you did not have to begin with. Listen to their new Ep Black Bush or buy it on Itunes. Here is a snipit of some of their tunes. IT DOES NOT DO THEM JUSTICE. The album or EP is awesome

http://vimeo.com/29689197

The Rain

The rain,
The rain falls.
The rain falls in little drops, as it skates across my windshield.
The rain runs down the hills and trickles down spouts.
The rain brings out the children that run to play out in the open fields
The rain has a rhythm of its own. A pitter patter melody , followed by the thunders angered shouts.
The rain takes on a life of its own.
It is an ever changing being.

Music : followed by a link

Music , I take shelter within in your wings.
I hide behind your soft comforting voice.
Your sweet sound brings my soul to a soft whisper.
It clears my mind and keeps my emotions at bay.
It is everything that is right in our world.
A steady rhythm keeping my creativity alive.
It is my voice when I can't find words to speak.
It is my mood ; my muse on which I thrive.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STpg37kzQ6k&feature=relmfu

Sounds and Sights of Summer down in Edgemoor ( a poem , and reflection)

The cool summer breeze, blows in the early morning whilst rooster crow.
It sends a hush through the old pines back on old Tuckaway road.
Small ripples rise from lazy hawk pond,
The calling of songbirds welcomes the dawn.
The smell of coffee wafts through the old house,
its an old cotton barn, so you might see a mouse.
We grab a bag of granny smiths, and head for the door.
The fishing poles are in the jeep, Luke is asleep on the floorboard.
We drive down to go fish for a better part of the day.
Time has stood still as we cut down past the gate.
The pond sits motionless as we pull up.
A few wood ducks alight; the morning nap we did disrupt.
This place, these days, how they are numbered.
Filled with memories and dreams unencumbered