Disclaimer:This book is far closer to Stevie’s wheelhouse than mine!
Review: Seems a safe wager, that when people hear ‘The Power of Myth’, the PBS special between Bill Moyers and Joseph Campbell pops up before thoughts of the book that followed it does. Which is cool, only I never saw that special, soooo we’re exclusively discussing the written today. With the exception of right now, when I mention the serendipitous timing of my completion of this book falling mere days before I watched an episode of Gilmore Girls where Yale attendees Rory and Paris spend a night watching the special, instead of enjoying spring break in Florida. My, oh, my do I wish the book inspired that kind of avid attention. It did not. Continue reading Saturday of Book Reviewing – Campbell’s The Power of Myth
He’ll only open his eyes to see the sun,
Visions of white and The Holy One.
His voice always commanding and sure,
Hides his weakness and won’t waver,
When he says nothing I want to hear,
When he reveals nothing, but his own fear. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #98 – Flip
Tears fall. Saddest I’ve ever seen.
Worry and concern and genuine care.
And wasted potential. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #65 – Wasted
Crucifixes littering the walls,
Affixed to each door in the hall, Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Hoarding
I’ve lost myself again
trapped in what I can pretend
is real and not imagined. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #28: Mazes
The folly of fools,
And the demolition of rules,
Listen to the lesson:
Don’t deny what you are.
Read the board,
Written stark white on black, Continue reading Moonlit Musing – Misery
I wish to be alone
Is that selfish? Wrong?
Another reason to atone? Continue reading Misplaced Missives #49: Leave Me
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Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been six years since my last start to finish listen to a new Avenged Sevenfold album.
Confession time: I fell off the Avenged Sevenfold love boat years ago. I didn’t buy their last two albums; I bought a couple songs and figured ‘eh, I got the gist of it.’ After the passing of The Rev, well, things weren’t quite the same for a lot of us long-time fans. We were mourning and it’s hard to muster up anticipation in the face of tragedy. I couldn’t manage that same eager energy for them anymore. And yet, I still vividly remembered our early times together like freaking out the first time I saw ‘Unholy Confessions’ on MTV’s Headbangers Ball back in 2004. I was in high school. Continue reading Beautiful Juxtaposition – Avenged Sevenfold’s The Stage Pt. I
By vilifying love; calling it sinful, evil, wrong
You take away something that belongs.
Something this world needs.
This world already in the negative –
Can it afford to lose even more?
And worse, the source of your final verdict? Continue reading Moonlit Musing – In The Negative
As with much of the poetry I post here, I wrote this awhile ago and waited ’til the emotions that inspired it cooled down to calm to edit it. This piece and its few contemporaries work to never allow me to reach that calm however. *shrug* Every time I read this I’m brought back to how I felt in that moment and while I rather love that I also hate it in equal measure.
I’ve sat on this poem because I don’t like how intimately it reveals its author but, hey, why not, right? A little fear isn’t a good enough reason to hide, so here goes: Continue reading Used To – JG