No, it’s not the Led Zeppelin album…

But believe it or not, I’m already trying to prep myself up for another round of studio mayhem to work on my 8th CD project! Yes, I’ve been writing new material since February. Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to keep up the pace. I’m only down to song #3. Like in, three down? Ten to go? Yep, the writer’s block is back. For now, anyway.

So today, I stumbled upon a website I used to go to a lot years ago when I’m searching for songwriting ideas. It’s a poet’s website called – duh! – Go ahead and search for my name and you’ll find a few contributions of my own as well. In fact, that’s what I did. And I wanted to share with you one of those poems I wrote ages ago. It’s obviously about God, and how I’m so humbled to be in his presence. I still am.


I am not worthy of the presence
Though otherwise is too steep a price to pay
Relentlessly nurtured in my slumber
Fostered by cunning breasts I am
Unbearable, unstoppable

Truth, yes, truth is credible I believe
For it draws near with persistent pain
The blade gashes beyond mere skin, however
Optimism swiftly trickles like a bloodstream
Overflowing, overwhelming

No, I am not worthy of the presence
Yet my appointment is blindingly obvious
Like a brazen eagle thrashing his swollen wings
Only to be struck down by an arrow of empathy
Vindicated, exonerated

Artsy, you think? Sure. Cerebral? I don’t know. Maybe. But it’s a facade. Like my songs. A lot of them are spiritually-based, if you haven’t noticed. It’s mostly hidden behind the rock and roll. But I like it that way. It’s like, the lyrics are the pages and the loud guitars are the hard-bound cover.

But feel free to judge the book by its cover! 🙂 I do! It’s only rock and roll, right?


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