July10th
July10th
July8th
Please pry this weapon from my hand
Severe this deadly extension of body and soul
Throw the blade,
Cast it immortal into the sea
With So much blood drawn.
The bodies line the beaches
fowl is the air stepping through the winged animals feast.
Acrid the taste of heavy iron against the back of ones throat.
The sound of circular rhythm invites Complete blackness, though Clearly I see
I am done killing for queen, king, country and glory !
Forever done grinding the salt of compromise upon my brain
No more the ringing of the hyena’s dieing fills my ears
This tempest forces my ship to crash on the rocks of my soul.
As the open water pugilist I kneel with dignity late in
rounds to conquer myself and surrender to this death match with divinity
And suddenly, the only footprints left in the sand are mine
July7th
Johnny “Colt .45″
by Sanlin
Piercing blue eyes appear as if they’ve been lined with Egyptian kohl
But this Pharaoh has a refined humor wrapped around an endearing soul
Laying down a soulful groove, rock steady hands are smooth on the trigger
Of his precision instrument—blurred fingers trace outlines of sacred figures
As ancient as the Mississippi Delta or the fathomlessly deep Nile
Delivered with freight train intensity and a charming Southern boy smile
A “self made” man and the clearheaded Captain of his own fate
His gospel is “love love love” to lift the world’s incalculable weight
Trademark scarves adorn his neck and stylish shades rest up on his cap
Army fatigues and jackets conceal the rainbows artfully wrapped
Around chest and arms—dragons, noble Samurai, “poison free”
Black panthers and roses inked by “Temple Tattoo” and company
A yoga instructor, skilled in Muay Thai and for those who know
He has the bright-eyed curiosity and playful mischievousness of a crow
Just keep him away from docile, but spooked, children’s ponies
Because he’s a certifiable “Colt” in spirit, heart and name, only
He brings his lively intellect and thoughtful interviewing skills
To bear on the musicians and industry professionals he grills
A gentle nature and candid backstage fotos generously supply
Humorous glimpses of a world seen through a photographer’s eyes
And then he has a more serious, reflective and unflinching take
On the underpinnings of all that’s glamorous, glittery and never fake
But born from smoke, lights and monitors for rock n’ roll shows
Exciting audiences and filling up the hard press of bodies in the front rows
Imagine this line drawled by the man, himself, with a slow, steady smile
And an amused twinkle in his eyes: “Sometimes greatness takes awhile.”
July7th
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