Morning Pain Mounts Dinosour Head

There is silent fortitude wondering why we dare to unmask another stilted morning as we ask, “Jesus, please make this charm incandescent irreversible or is it permanent, OH, Jesus, I do not swear but ask you first hand or is this thorn in neck and chest in supplication, please take this pain anywhere but squarely and deep uponContinue reading “Morning Pain Mounts Dinosour Head”

I love classical music.

Isn’t music the sounds of creation inspiring us to relax, or cry, or rejoice, or empathize, or laugh, or draw, or pain with a camera, or brush a beautiful or provocative ideology,  or millions of ideas and emotions, all from the linear progression of sounds, combined sounds or diffident sounds or harmonized sounds sometimes in polyphony, sometimes random,Continue reading “I love classical music.”

Thereby I Combine, Let Love Be Your Guide, so Let Life Be Your Friend. Chuck’s Creativity, “Let us chop wood together.”

The Lord said, “Let your light so shine.” Thus, writing for love and life requires skill and fortitude. It requires revision, after revision as your finger writes over the keys or paper, as life flows into the stream, streamlets becoming streams, streams becoming rivers, rivers become lakes, becoming seas, becoming oceans. Ocean evaporating into HeavenContinue reading “Thereby I Combine, Let Love Be Your Guide, so Let Life Be Your Friend. Chuck’s Creativity, “Let us chop wood together.””