About Me : 

White House Artist, Actor, Sculptor,

teacher, singer, songwriter, poet,

over 740 songs and 4,000 poems so far. 

I manage two Dodge ball leaugues,

play volleyball, roller skate like a madman

and chase fame which I have actually

snagged its coat tails a few times.

 
I do voiceovers for T.V. and

radio commercials, and theatre as well.

I am looking for a co-writer to polish

the music on my works...

or anyone who needs tried and true lyrics.

My Mantra...

There are far greater depths

where one's soul often sinks,

when the brain cells all starve

and can no longer think,

where a writer too often

is left on the brink,

to abandon the task

and be gone in a blink.

Coining phrases and yet

never gaining coined praise,

penning unpublished works

till the end of thier days,

where their reach exceeds

any success they willl grasp,

yet they'll still sing unheard songs

with their dying gasp.

The music that calls them

to capture its beauty,

is often illusion bidding

them to their duty

to pen masterpieces

in which they truly believe,

which the masses of listeners

simply fail to percieve.

To work and re-work

a song till is is beaten

always looking for some hook

or note that will sweeten,

the hit that becomes

just a smack in the face,

till their muse comes around

with new songs to embrace.

I know, I have walked down

despairs darkest alleys,

my dreams dwell in cardboard boxes

where failures are tallied

homeless wraithes near the

back doors of studio rejections,

scarred in red ink that tattoo

their great imperfections.

The first hundred songs

that you write, truth be told

are just practice, mostly efforts

that will never be sold,

oh, so many good songwriters

fail to control,

all their screams, meant as whispers

that pour from their soul.

But my muse is a demon,

a cruel workaholic,

and I'll not be a free man

till I craft what's bucolic,

in the ears of producers

seeking something that rocks

as I fail each exam in their

schools of hard knocks.

So it's back to the sound boards

and my faithful guitar,

like a miner seeking gold

with only dirt in his jar,

till the right combination

brings sensations in song,

where each note is important

and nothing's played worng

then I'll reach that bright stage

where I truly belong.

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