I’m Just A Hideaway?

Some folks been wondering where I’m at.

If you know me, I’m just a hideaway…

 

If you don’t, I’m just hiding away…

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A Place To Hideaway…

A place to hide away for geeking out all day.

For Geekin’ Out All Day.

Way thankful for having such an awesome 'office' to get chip done.

Way thankful for having such an awesome ‘office’ to get chip done.


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We might be skydiving… in our dreams!

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I’m Ready For What’s Next

{“3 More Days…” – Autobiography, TBC}

I’m ready for what’s next!

I’m ready… to take it to the streets

…I’m ready for the shuffle, ready for the deal, ready to let go of the steering wheel…

I’m ready…

…I’m just down the line from your love… under the sign for your love…

I’m gonna make it on time


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How are you -really- doing today?

However you show up today, the world can take it.

Today, some of us can’t sleep.
Tomorrow some of us will walk this earth with less energy in our bones.
Yesterday some of us were cheated on by partners, and our hearts crack in our chests with each footstep we make.
Some of us are battling depression.
Some of us carry a weight that dares us to lift our feet and get out of bed in the morning. Our pride and shame make us afraid to tell others in case they think less of us.
Some of us are on horrendous diets in order to lose weight because we’re blinded by perfectionism and the scars of the cruel words others have said–words that sprung from empty hearts.
Forgive them, for they do not know you. They had no idea of the impact that these words had.
Some of us are broke.
Some of us are eating peanut butter and jam sandwiches on Wonder bread, waking up each day chained to scarcity and a fear of being homeless.
Some of us are grieving, staying up until 3am speaking words to someone who will never speak back, letting the transparency of salty tears stain our white sheets.

These people will walk beside you today.
They may smile.
When you ask them how they are, they may reply “good.”
Because we live in a society where we are afraid to be anything but “good.”
We are even afraid to tell this to those who love us when we are weak.

~ Janne Robinson


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Motorscooter buttercup…

Motorscooter buttercup streetkid queen
Her contagious smile is my dailygrind pickup
Light therapy of her angelface soothes my soul
As she dances away the demons with only a leap
And sings healing to my spirit with her laughter


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Carmen, Let’s Go Home
(A Scottish-American Child’s Night Dream)

Finally together again, you and me!
Discovering and reinventing ourselves as is Holy meant to be
Within each other where we’re forever free to be free

I’ll help you fulfill that place in your dreams left lonely so oft,
When and where your heart is yet still soft,
And you’ll brightly see far beyond all pain into our vast eternity
So come on baby, disciple the lunatic fringe with me
To herald the Light’s coming as was always meant to be

Come on, take my healing, just one touch and you’ll be made well
Then together we’ll pull many firebrands from the torments of hell
Come on baby, break on through to the other side with me
I am a fiery burning love that will forever set you free

Come on baby, awaken the dawn with me
Discover your purest self as it’s meant for me
Come away from darkness and hiding of love’s light in your eyes
Cause ya know a true love’s flames never dies

Trust that I can keep you warm and safe from all harm
When we head out to the Highlands and buy back the farm

Come on baby, you and me, to our old lands we should flee
Come on baby, you and me, let’s live out our fantasy on STV
And we’ll be the ones to set the ghost of Lady Barbara free

All along the watchtower tying cherry knot’s 1st real date
Marry me in our movie on the Grant Estate
But hurry my love, our magic hour is getting late

Now, Honeymoon Baby, let’s adventure on
Travel the world on and on
Then back to America but far from studio, from radio,
Free from having to knock out another hit song
(But steady writing bars effortlessly underneath our stars!)
Where The Appalachian Trail cries for us to hike along…

The American Dream
From NY Hood to Hollywood
Like Holyrood to Aberdeen
I’ll hold you tight through the darkest of night,
‘Till we’re burning at the same speed of light
And we’ll become closer than ever as we travel through,
Then you’ll show me, me, while I’ll show you, you
As together we’ll show how there’s truly no inhibitions now

So come back to me fair Lizzy, back from the public gallery, I need a private showing, and I’m jonesing for my video games and your sweet summer wine, but we’ll be much more than that this time, and prove our love to be of Divine design.


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Shine On You Crazy Diamond


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Return to September, July’s Stolen Prize

The ‘commoner’s ring’, more than controversy, was a great prophecy!
As surely as the Lord’s will must come about, and for future generation’s sake no doubt, it wrought in a Prince’s heart sacred lessons and all means to stay true, wether tempted by green eyes or blue…

T’was amazing Grace, undeserved honor bestowed, which turned a prince
from a toad and, amidst global gossip spread from humble hometown abode, prevailed against lies which did well to forbode with slight foretell of Hell’s looming attempts at bringing Love down and yet serindipitously simultaneously saddled strongly still Simpleton’s chance destiny of approaching, nigh assuming, the Crown.
For although thought not to be allowed, indeed was plucked
as a flower from the field, a princess among the crowd.
Forgiveness and Patience also saw her through, assisting ascention to lofty heights of all Queenly virtue.

So all the witnesses said, ‘Amen!’, as did the people in cheers and joy-tears as even was heard blessings from the Heavens, a galactic jubulient shout, for a lifetime of love to be lived out as beautiful and bountifully as their bells rang out. From scrolls of Ether’s domain, manifest alive in full procession, entered fully Christened a new order of Divine succession!

‘Tis a lesson forever to remember,
Of how Royal Ruby was scorned for Sapphire September.
…And, how, thusly, the ring, blue and true, overcame theft and controversy to fullfill dreams of prophecy.

~

Ruby is the Birthstone of July.
It’s a stone of love and passion, chemically the same as Sapphire except how it’s affected by coloring matter.
In market value it is ranked next to Diamond.

Sapphire is the Birthstone of September.
An emblem of Heaven, Wisdom, Truth, Consistancy, Faith, and Fidelity.
In hardness it surpasses the Ruby, yielding only to Diamond.

Both stones hail from the same family.

http://www.brentchristian.com/july-september-poetry/

July Birthstone 1

september birthstone 1

September birthstone 11

July Birthstone 8


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Joy Ride

It’s getting close to sundown over the Sierra
Stranded on the freeway burning with desire
She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light
We talked about the real things
And drove into the fire
Headlights on the highway
The desert wind is howling
Rattlesnakes and romance
Is filling with the rain
Candy apple red dress
Bleeding when she kissed me
Heaven in a rag top
Take away my pain

[Chorus]
When your chips are down
When your highs are low
Joyride
Move across the night
Like a separate wind

Pulled up to a motel
“Vacancy” was buzzing
Pink and dirty neon
Settle on the hood
Wrap your arms around me
Come a little closer
Stumble in the twilight
And fell onto the floor
Loving Mona Lisa
Dreaming of the free world
Lipstick on the nightstand
And demons at the door

[Chorus]
When your hopes and dreams
Lose the will to go
Joyride
Reaching for the light
Knowing we can’t win

There’s something in the distance
A glorious existence
A simple celebration
A place you’ve never been before
Tell me that you wanna go

Reaching for the light
Knowing we can’t win

When your chips are down
When your highs are low
Joyride

All your hopes and dreams
All you need to know
Joyride

“Joy Ride” as written by Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Inhale Your Destiny

I am a breeze gently wafting
against windows of opportunity
hinting at the gail-storm I bring

A true revolution
I am the wind
Life to those who let me in

Open your windows
Breathe deeply

Exhaling to inhale me
trades your hell for Heavenly Reality
To breathe my air is to truly live free
The experience of what you cannot yet see
For I am New World discovery

So let my winds unfurl your Scroll of Destiny
to open your inheritance of me
A becoming of EVERYTHING
much more than your wildest dream

Far beyond all you can think or imagine,
if only you breath me in!


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