You Can't Write Fiction Like This

Jesse Woodson James - b:September 5, 1847 - d:April 3, 1882.

While I was looking at the Wikipedia front page today, I noticed on this date in 1882 Jesse James was shot and killed. I went and read the entire Wikipedia article on him (click here). I encourage you to read it.

As I have noted here before, I love legends, and Jesse James is that, his story makes for interesting reading, in fact riveting reading ... but much more so the reality of who he was and how his life went. What makes a man do what he does? What of the men involved with his death? Is it possible to comprehend what people will say about you and your life 125 years from now? I wonder what, if anything, anyone involved with the life and death of Jesse James would do differently knowing what their legacy would be. Would we?

World Premier(s)

The world premier of my latest serious song, I got chills listening to her sing, it was also the premier of me singing (backup) one of my one songs "More of You".

I have much to say, and much to catch up on. Somehow the written word is failing me now. I've been walking on grace, heck, I'm just breathing the stuff. Life has been stressful for me as of late, as I sit here, my left eye is doing the twitch thing, yet here I sit also with a smile on my face knowing nothing can separate me from God's love.

Before I knew God, I always wondered what the big deal was about peace. Not in the opposite of war kind of way, but being personally peaceful, it seemed like so much gobbledy-gook. Where was the fun, especially compared to worldly pleasures I loved to fill my time with. What a fool I was, I lived in constant fear of everything, timidity of what I wanted, and surrounded by people of whom I hadn't the wit to appreciate.

I still lose perspective, waste my time and talents, and fail to show the love I have for my friends. But the clarity is there floating in the back of my head letting me know love is only as far away as my next breath. What a privilege it is to be Gods own. No matter what it is you crave, substances, sex, power... it's a shadow of what it is to know God.

I would like to just give a big public thank you to God for all the amazingly talented singer/songwriters He has surrounded me with, Chris, ErinOneDay, SmileChild, and Epp, shown here with me.

Thanks to Cornstalker for the picture.

The Ballad of the Undead Possum (new song)

There will be no back story to this one on account it is going to get me hit anyways.

The Ballad of the Undead Possum
a bar song style ditty based on grossly exaggerated true events

I was doing my dishes, out the window I saw,
this abomination, about the size of cow.
It headed for my house, and don't you know,
it went right underneath, into this hole.

I called my friend and got him on the phone,
I described the monstrosity under my home,
it's ugliness and size, I exaggerated none,
he said no need to worry, it's a harmless possum.

(chorus)
There's an undead opossum living in my home,
it's got me quite spooked and I'm afraid to roam,
so I sit in my kitchen, silver cross in my hand,
with wooden stakes and garlic, I'll make my last stand.

Harmless I said? You didn't see its eyes,
it's skeleton was showing, and it was covered in flies,
it was feral and mean, and around it's neck was draped
just like the movies, it was a vampires cape.

It's ugliness unnatural, and worst of all,
it's hideousness, a sign of Adam's fall.
I haven't long to live, it's get me real soon,
the calendar says, Tuesday's a full moon.

(chorus)
There's an undead opossum living in my home,
it's got me quite spooked and I'm afraid to roam,
so I sit in my kitchen, silver cross in my hand,
with wooden stakes and garlic, I'll make my last stand.

My sister came a callin' and said what's that smell?
It was all the garlic I got, to send the beast to hell.
She looked at me funny, thinking it was a game,
then said the possum's so cute, I think I'll give it a name.

So I got my courage up, in the full light of day,
I went to the back yard, to keep the beast at bay.
I went to scare it good, just like the book said,
it fell on it's side... but this one played UNdead!

(chorus)
There's an undead opossum living in my home,
it's got me quite spooked and I'm afraid to roam,
so I sit in my kitchen, silver cross in my hand,
with wooden stakes and garlic, I'll make my last stand.

Make my last stand...

Anybody seen the holy water?

All I Have Is My Story (new song)

All I Have Is My Story

He lay on the bed, heart nearly beating its last,
I held his hand, so tight and so fast.
His breathing was shallow, but he spoke loud and clear,
"Here is my tale son, so listen and hear."

All I have is my story,
how my life came to you.
I am witness to the glory,
you've been there to see me through.

He laid out his life, of decisions he made,
of heartbreaking loss, born of pride and vain,
nearly taking his own life, stayed by a voice in his pain,
He saw the glory of God, and then he was saved.

All I have is my story,
how my life came to you.
I am witness to the glory,
you've been there to see me through.

Born of this world
not a possession to name
When we leave here
We take exactly the same
All of our efforts
Our fortune, our fame
stay on the earth
and so does our shame.

He told me "now son, now that you know,
don't be afraid of your witness, let your love show."
His breathing stopped, my hand he let go,
I called for the nurse... but he'd already gone home.

All I have is my story,
how my life came to you.
I am witness to the glory,
you'll be there to take me too.

Literary Poke

LOL - I love looking through quotes, this one caught my eye while looking for something else, it should make a couple friends hopping mad. Too bad SmileChild is taking an internet break, she'd be one of them.

Just the omission of Jane Austen's books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it. Mark Twain