Lover Tired

What can I say?  I'm in a poem kinda mood lately. 


Nothing but this room
Nothing but this bed
Nothing but the moon
Painting pictures on your back
Instead of conjuring the tides
Begging wolves to bay
While we lay
Intertwined
What's yours; What's mine
And there's nothing but us
All this time

Maybe it's been days
Maybe it's been years
Maybe it's all plays
Written centuries ago
A calligraphy of haze floating over our skin
That tells us it's our turn
For what we yearn
Just for now
Our spirits combine
As we reach for the peak
Of this tide

Lover tired
Floating away
Drifting in the current of the love we just made
Ntohing else matters
'Cuz I'm high on this dream
Riding the wave of fresh memories
With my mind all muddy
And cheeks on fire
'Cuz that's how it feels to be
Lover tired

Get Around Girl

Get Around Girl
Challenging the world
Running into fires
Jumping off cliffs
Sometimes half-way hoping to plunge into the abyss
Just to see what's there
'Cuz nothing's empty
even when it can't be seen
You can hear it, smell it, feel it, taste it, sense it
So nothing's nothing
There's always something it means

So the Get Around Girl goes at it unfurled
Unfettered, untethered, not regretting one day
If you ask why she does it
She'll say there's only one way
That's to live every moment and experience love
Not frightened of judgments
or being struck down from above
You can only love completely
And never halfway
No "I'm trying; I'm thinking; it might maybe hit me one day."
And that means you get hurt
But you can never bruise deep
You have to shake yourself off
Jump in with two feet
Do everything fully 'cuz life is today
There's only one rule, and here it is:
BREATHE
Your own way

What's tangled up in your knot?

Well, I've begun yet another new adventure.  This time I'm making video tutorials on YouTube.  Why?  Because I absolutely LOVE learning and doing new things!  Some of them turn out to be awesome, so I keep doing them.  The others end up in the burn pile, but I'm glad I've done them all!

Pen in hand
Glass of wine
Winds of my thought blowing around
Trying to unwind
This tangled yarn stretched out to be 
So many miles long
Probably 643
But it sometimes get twisted
Tied up in knots
Tattered and frayed
Stinky and matted
A frightening vision if it were ever displayed
But that means I've lived
And taken big handfuls of risks
The knots are full of journeys
Questions answered
Some unanswered
Paths hiked
Rivers swum
Prince met and many frogs kissed
If I ever jumped in the middle and took a big snip
With my trusty old Fiskers
Even one tiny clip
Of a fingernail cutter
What harm would it do?
Well, I may eliminate some disasters
And be able to move on along
Without any preconceptions or
The precaution of my sword drawn
But I'd also lose all the good stuff
The friends that I've made
The stories I've lived
The songs that I've sung
Because that snip would separate what led from here to there
and that's what makes us unique
And each one of us rare
So we can't undo the tangle
But we can move on gentle yet strong
Because the knots hold our lives together
And before we blink it will all be gone
So we just keep up the crazy mess and make it part of our song

And with that explanation, here's my first instructional video. Just click the link below. I hope you enjoy it!

Blister In The Sun Guitar Tutorial