It’s all in the can man, ready to go. I can’t wait babe. This is a huge milestone for me and my music. I feel like an 8-year-old kid standing in line to see Star Wars for the 22nd time, for the first time, which I did at the Chrisanta Twin in Theater, Mission Viejo […]
I had a lot going on that day, I appreciate your understanding and “getting” that.
With no one to vent to, sometimes you get the buildup, its just your proximity to me babe.
Even though I know the news is created to inflame me about Trump, I still let it do its worst. That’s dumb of me. I’m sorry.
I feel like we don’t communicate so I inadvertently compensate for that sometimes by overcommunicating sometimes, which reveals my need to communicate but I’m sorry, I’ll find other venting avenues, like meditation.
Because of how I am, I need a schedule every hour, every day. When I don’t take the time, everybody is fair game and you happened to be there. I’m sorry. It’s a daily struggle sometimes.
That annoying blunder was totally my fault but I have taken steps to ensure it will not happen again, I’m sorry for any inconvenience it caused you.
I’m just sorry. That wasn’t the higher self I try to be. I’d love to have another chance.
I was drowning in a sea of “shoulds” when all I “should” do in my life is practice self-love.
I forgot that everything I need is within me.
I was on my “man period.” (Maybe not this last one but with the right audience, it will work).
On campus, Professor Riley, walking to Baba ORiley. Ahhhhh. I wish you could smell it here. The boy seeing his dreams realized, at night in the Crackle of the Wind.
O, Christopher Lee, you zany Sado maso :-) and as usual snapshots from my private world! It’s a heavy dose of, that’s right babe, my Online Diary!! Come on in. 18+ only please !
09/02/2024 – “All Caught Up’ Homeshow – 1 of 4 songs I’m posting from the show
Lyrics: A little child inside Hears owls hoot The radiant evening’s soon Games are played Streetlight Approved In the Crackle of the Wind A little Raven head steps up to the stool to see the moon from a ragged room A night dress is hemmed at a mother’s spool In the Crackle of the Wind And I can hear the wind sing Way Oh Way Oh A song is played in some dark room Someone’s heart is deeply moved Season’s change their different hues in the Crackle of the Wind And I can hear the wind sing Way Oh Way Oh
Words and music by the man singing and playing guitar, Damien S. Riley
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