wake music joint create

off-balanced cast iron table and chairs
heavy, tied down not for vandals but for
mama nature
damn strong, but my tea’s too hot to drink

the slate is busted up pretty good
walked on by pirates ghosts royalty peasants

nothing is ever touched
nothing fixed
nothing made new
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Gotta get my drink on

Gotta get my smoke on

DBA tonight

Bullets tomorrow

Swing it at the Maple Leaf

even though the Treme feels like home

even though I know I don’t belong

All that never mattered before

I’m here now

Gotta get my drink on

Gotta get my smoke on…

af

(written with pen and paper and dreaming)

Life is damn good

Ain’t no other way to be
an’ nothing wrong ain’t ever gunna happen
as long as a man don’t pay no mind
to nuthin’ he ain’t supposed to.

Focus on what’s important

Jazz

Fried Catfish

Good People

and as long as you wake in the morning
an’ don’t pay no mind to no bullshit

then you learn that special secret

…that life is tasty-damn good

af

(written with pen on paper at Bullet’s)

Dare to be different
No one knows your story
You sure as shit don’t know nobody’s

Judge not
Pull the shards of wood from your eyes

Be afraid

Doubt

Stay in your head as long as you want
But damn, man, regardless of the way you do it
jump the hell into the proverbial IT

And dare to be whole-heartedly motherfuckin’ different!

af

(written with pen on paper in the corner of an awesome coffeeshop)

Producing en masse and trying hard not to sell out.

Used to the stares,
another beer, blow that horn.
Back at the bar where the thunder once shook me
when the bourbon originally blasted this soul of mine
to doubt every modicum of my purpose here on earth.

Now this girl is asking, “What exactly does a muse do?”
to which I answer, “Hell if I know, but, inspire me.”
to which the horn player replies, “Listen to the lines, my man…
I keep on blowin in between ‘em so you get to hear what
it’s all about…listen to what’s happening and revolt, baby.”
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Tired of living in a world that is so serious
…but life is a mirror
so I am serious myself.

Tired of living in a purposeless world
…but life is a mirror
so I have been too long without purpose.

Tired of living in a world that all too often feels nothing
…but then again, life is a mirror
so, alone all this time, I too am numb.

af

(written with pen on paper)

I stare

Get over it

There is no need to attack me
for my strength in who I am
if you cannot handle who you are

Open your eyes

Look into mine

Our time is short
and we are here
regardless of insecurities

I stare

You are too interesting for me not to

af

(written with pen on paper)