the gardenthe garden by firstfooter
in the garden
death or life?
to drip drop
upon the cold and
in the hour
the light and the darkness
one tortured will
new lights of the
by those tear-filled
so sadly wise
clothed with relieving sighs
. . . in white . . .
will be beaten
spit upon and
for the crops
I had come to
now they're here
not to be near
lie by me and
in this garden
all has died
grown . . .
when dinosaurs roamed earthwhen dinosaurs roamed earth by firstfooter
When Dinosaurs Roamed the Earth
The man that hath no music in himself,
nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
is fit for treason, stratagems, and spoils;
the motions of his spirit are as dull as night,
and his affections dark as erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.
We are only seconds away from the musical equivalent of El Niño. Anyone who has ever seen Jimmy Page and Robert Plant perform together know that already. If you haven't, then brace yourself for music's version of Disney World.
One of the most impressive songwriting partnerships in rock history, former Led Zeppelin vocalist Robert Plant and guitarist Jimmy Page met at the climatic stage of the rock 'n' roll era. By the end of 1968 they had patented the sound that would carry their group through the next decade as the world's premier rock phenomenon. Until Led Zeppelin disbanded in 1980 up
the lost friendthe lost friend by firstfooter
. the lost friend .
As a child I was born
through chosen parents below.
Found with emotions swirling,
was I to know that gold wedding bells would turn to blue?
And, that I, an innocent, would come to be ...
Lost in the world of a duo of teams.
Wrapped around the finger of the tempter's snare.
Forced to figure out the high-strung extremes,
but wondering ...
Do I dare?
Longing for the world of dreams within my broken soul,
and night after night from the pillow of tears...
I lie there, afraid and restless, not knowing...
What would come to take away my fears?
Now a teen-age boy whose sights are winding low.
Caught up in two-way decisions...felt I knew my goal.
Nevertheless, where would my journey go?
I landed in the middle of a ruin defined as ...
Found a girl and foolishly thought it to be love.
Life seems to have some sense of direction,
and noone is giving me a shove,
but at that moment I looked in the mirror and asked,
Is there a Divine reflection?
count the calmcount the calm by firstfooter
. count the calm .
pissing in the wind
a brave new worlda brave new world by firstfooter
. A Brave New World .
It's time to wake up!
"15-minute fame" musicians, whose only course of creativity amounts to the quick buck, have literally asphyxiated the 1990's. They find it to be sufficient in declaring their induction to music history with ego-inflated godhood, while having the nerve to mock and point fingers at the forefathers of infinite music making. One often wonders if the hibernating state of progressive music will ever rule the mainstream again. It's discouraging to be confronted with the questionable popularity of modern rap, grunge and death metal that can be defined as one hit wonders that will leave an entire decade wondering, "what happened?" This music will not be recognized or played in the future, because it has no sustaining value. The only way that it moves someone is out of the room, and straight to the toilet.
It's very comforting to progressive rock fans around the globe that there are dedicate