Music

Angie | August 3, 2009

This is an E chord.
its just a sound
but it makes you feel alright.
and nobody in this whole big world
can tell you quite why.
but it does.
this is tension.
can you feel it mounting?
can you feel it building?
good.
now feel it subside.
this is music.
there’s nothing to it
but it sure makes you feel good
sure makes you feel alive.
I asked a [...]

Just go

Angie | August 3, 2009

“Just go…
Roll with the wind,
you soul rich tumbleweed.
Just go,
and roll with the wind”
–> Original Text available on the official website(Scanned Picture of Spencer’s Journal page)

It wouldn’t be so bad

Angie | August 3, 2009

It wouldn’t be so bad to die with my headphones on
and the lights out
and the door closed.
Probably wouldn’t even know it.
Just wake up in a strange new place
and think
“I must be dead”.
I’m sure the music would keep playing
and like slipping into a dream
I’d like what song it was
and use it as the intro to the [...]

The Words come harder

Barbara | July 7, 2009

The words come harder these days.
I’m learning how to be slow.
Patience.Gratitude.
Subtlety. Quietness.
Clarity. Holiness. Emptiness. Static.
Old friends. Scattered thought
Cyclity.
Who could teach the world these things
that struggles to learn them himself?
–>Original Text available on the official website ( Scanned picture of SPencer’s Journal page)

A Man’s Soul

Barbara | July 7, 2009

Music, when played passionately
enough, having nothing to
do with talent, can deeply
and profoundly move a
man’s soul.

A man
Another guy on the street.
Sometimes the notes I sing
come out flat and clumsy
But I swear to god I’ll
never miss a beat.
I might look fucking crazy
but damn it feels good to dance
makes me feel gold like the sun
And other sorts
of marvelous [...]

Like a Turtle

Barbara | June 23, 2009

Like a turtle in his shell,
I hide from all these
earthen, airborne cares.
Weighing that scale upon itself,
in a metaphoric sense that is.
This is representative of the
fact that man may only ever
comprehend himself when he
weighs himself against himself.
Not against the world.
–> Original-Text available on the official website ( Scanned picture of Spencer’s Journal page

Dear Whoever,

Barbara | May 24, 2009

Dear Whoever,,
In these times of peril and
infidelity and overall lack of
humanity, it is important that you
never lose hope. Hope is the one
thing we cannot afford to lose,
we may lose dignity, loved ones,
even our llives. But until then it is
important that we remain hopeful.
Because every mortal, fleeting instant
is another chance not to lose hope,
another chance to [...]

Plan B

Barbara | May 24, 2009

When the passion was new and shameless
I knew that in time my persistence would be rewarded.
So- to insure those rewards, I condemned myself to the life of an artisan.
I did it swiftly as I could so that I didn’t have a chance to think it out long enough to change my mind.
Plan A: Make good [...]

It’s all Poetry

Barbara | May 21, 2009

It’s all poetry
It’s all searching for the perfect sentence
Hope I find it
I’ll never find it
those are the attitudes!
–> Original text available on the official website ( Scanned picture of Spencer’s Journal Page)

When I Paint…

Barbara | May 21, 2009

When I paint I go by what
colors I think are effective,
not by the name of the color
and its relationship to the names
of the other colors around it.
When I write music I go
by what notes I think are
effective, not by the names
of the notes and the notes
around it.
–> Original-Text avaialable on the official website ( Scanned [...]