posted on October 11, 2011 at 8:51 pm

gnieb emit eht

the world turns on and on

us flawed humans with our skull full of blues

us semi angel dusk creatured in edenic double single

we half demon i am slim mr death in my mansuit of black

oh there is magic oh yes there really fucking is

wild disastrous coincidences abound

like mesosaurs in seas of possibilities

it appears that justice is hidden and random

the good die young

but could it be that that is actually a reward not a punishment….?

a mystery

theyre never gonna solve it either

cat and dogs will always fight

men and women will always break each others hearts

suspicion will exist between young and old

the ignorant will attempt to control the unknown

the genius will attempt to control the unknown too

so how can you tell em apart?

for every husband who loves my music

there is a wife who hates my groovy sounds

people are strange they are stark raving mad

dont count on numbers dont count on names

if you must call me something call me decider

my oh my how history will repeat

what did you learn from the last one million years

we are the idiots that nailed up jesus christ after all of us

and if he did not indeed exist than if he had

then we still would have nailed him

john kennedy john lennon bobby kennedy MLK

gandhi and witches and artists and intellectuals

and strangers and foreigners and everyone else

a crusade on anyone who might have a clue

or holding out on some possible secret

this wild scenario if you will

a substance found in the bark of a particular tree

which is found all over the world strangely enough in different forms

but essentially the same thing

is declared implicitly so evil that to possess it means you may go to jail

thats how bad it is

thats how bad they wanna protect you from its harmful effects

that it may or may not have on you

who are the clowns in this circus ?

who is so frightened of some arcane knowledge ?

who drowned brian jones in his bath of sleep?

who declares the god of natures gifts not fit for my use?

why do they give us vodkas and wars?

why do they take away sacraments and precious things?

anyway one day something will happen

we all wake up and we all get our day in court

i’m just following my mind here

my semantic hyper priming is valve bouncing

waves of neural electricity saturate my freak brain

jeff buckley in vision singing his sweet voice home

i invoke all spirits of song to fly to me

my command of our dead language is fading

i call upon indra the god of heaven :

send your daughter to earth again

the ghost music infringes copyright in the beyond

i’m rolling lucky tonight you will never know

i will fall

we all will

but not yet

not while my ride takes me out of shadows reach

before i come tragically undone

outdrawn by some hipster in deadwood

gunned up at sundown shot down shot gun bang

old and weak i will be eaten by the aunts who come out

hapless hopeless helpless alas and a lack

our understanding is faulty

our administering of pity …is it wrong…?

i abjure to my enchanted slumber

i will orchestrate a dream of such magnificent ambiguity

and lose myself in its perfect blur




44 Responses to “mercurial swift and fickle”

  1. avatar
    Once | 11 October 2011 at 10:49 pm #

    Holy s**t. You are the master. The undisputed asker of the perfect questions, and a writer of such intensity and power that it’s almost scary.


    I find this particular blog enormously inspiring.

    Thank you.


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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 12 October 2011 at 7:29 am #

      Trace your steps back to the last blog, I commented to you and I don’t know if you ever trace your steps. My heart is hurting for you and the challenges that lay before you. I also have a real cool music surprise that I want to mail to you, but first I want to tell you about it so you will get excited, and hopefully a moment it will take your mind off all the pain.

      Always and Always,

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        Once | 13 October 2011 at 10:37 am #

        Daz! Listening now..I like it, but it feels more like need than conclusion. As is how most of us are. You have talent, my friend. Use it well.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 12 October 2011 at 12:10 am #

    “the good die young or could it be that that is actually a reward not a punishment…?” – that is extremely profound. Those I miss the most have been taken away to early in their lives. Than there are those who live on and on , seemingly forever – but it would be wrong to wish ill will upon those, for karma will flip its switch.

    I really miss my father. I know you do to (your dad was described amazingly in NCA). My father was an remarkable man who had the ability to fix everything broken, correct anything off kilter and protect his love ones from the evils of this world. Heart disease took his life as I was at band practice and I felt the world stop right before I was informed. I was only 18 yrs old. Now, everyday when I seek guidance (25+ years later)…I wish he was still amongst us all, he loved to help everyone and anyone. The medical marvels of heart surgery and medicines were yet to be further invented by man. Man was more engrossed in war, gasoline, and other ignorant subjects. Where Man and Woman alike, has taken to long to help the sick, feed the hungry, employ the needy…Why is that ???

    I have no answers here…just an empty hole in my heart where my beloved father used to be, he would have the answer…at least in my life.

    Darrin K.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 12 October 2011 at 7:18 am #

      How very rude of me, is that a recently completed painting? It is extraordinary.


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    . | 12 October 2011 at 1:28 am #

    sometimes it’s all you can do but push forward with what you know
    the roads before you will be crooked and imperfect, the wind will blow
    your weary body from side to side and make you uncomfortable and slow
    your progress as you strive and struggle to reach your ultimate goal
    it’s always been that way and it’ll continue until you’re ready to go
    and leave this mortal orb when the light will come and rescue your soul
    from the traps and snares of this mortality, so take comfort in those
    beautiful things of this world, its diversity, its hope, and pots of gold
    waiting to be found at the end of all those journeys, across the rainbows
    solve all those equations, spray the starch on the collar, make it so
    you’ll stand tall, crisp, and resolved in life’s theatre and what unfolds
    years will pass and the seasons will change as you learn and grow older
    into a fountain of wisdom that can change you a little or a hundredfold
    choose to see the positive things despite all the irony, take the high road
    even when it means to separate yourself from all those traditions, behold
    all the new paths that life has to offer, take a chance always, be bold!

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 12 October 2011 at 6:23 am #

      You come to a unfamiliar fork in the road, on even solid ground. You can go left, straight, or to the right. They are all lit the same for some distance…than there is darkness. You can option to continue, or go back whereas you came…which was unpleasant – Where do you go? And why?

      Darrin K.

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        . | 12 October 2011 at 9:24 pm #

        My life experience has led me to acknowledge and accept the reality that the most obvious paths are not always the easier ones. In fact, some of them can rob you of the very light they imparted you when you first started. For instance, family and romantic relationships can be destructive when only one side is doing the repetitive compromise needed to keep those relationships thriving and surviving. You reach a point when they no longer give back the light that you so earnestly strive to give and circulate within them. Thus, you learn and take that wisdom with you while you move ahead down another path that may not be so obvious, but necessary. To let go is to gain something you would have otherwise never known. I say to move forward down all those lit paths and see where they take you. Adversity will manifest itself anywhere in even the most pleasant circumstances. Your refinement as an invidividual comes only through the suffering that life gives out. That’s just my opinion though.

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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 October 2011 at 1:04 am #

          Very Nice, Thank You…


  4. avatar
    JW | 12 October 2011 at 1:40 am #

    You’re not speaking from your mind here but from your heart. This is a huge distinction.

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    Anonymous | 12 October 2011 at 2:14 am #

    sometimes the genius is the ignorant idiot — the previous one million years and then 1975 forward… when the first apple appeared, and that only grew from a $5k grant for which one told the other, gee we only got $700 – so here’s your $350 and then pocketed the other half for himse.f… $4,250 became billions. and then he soon declared: people don’t know what they want, you have to tell them what they want. and then they need to be convinced that what will be told to them right now is more necessary than what we told them yesterday and hence: the next 37 years of disposable genius that everyone else picked up on to copy perfect success, marketing 101 and now we are just one big garbage collecting piece of matter floating in the uninverse.

    different subject, but same: for every meat-eater it is estimated that 7 football fields of waste will be filled due to (each) in their lifetime and there are a lot of human meat eaters (this isn’t including your cats and dogs and iguanas and ferrets and tortoises, and all those others who are supposed to…) — that’s a lot of waste; where does it go? and a veggie? less than to the seats of one stadium; some work still to be done, but better. …just like mr. genius with his initial personal screen in 1975 — he didn’t see the rest coming or he did? and just didn’t care?… a dark side in waste, either way. such a pitty.

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    correction | 12 October 2011 at 2:28 am #


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    sherisman | 12 October 2011 at 3:30 am #

    …the name thing, always wondered why? thousands and what if they’re wrong? the power that controls would still know who they are – evens as it appears to the masses, names become numbers? but don’t forget one voice, his father, who’s name was Tim.

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      Anonymous | 12 October 2011 at 12:39 pm #

      … how startling it is to read this comment after having just listened to phantasmagoria in two — of course just another coincidence, big deal, right? i often think about those two — both angels summoned back upstairs so young — and the sad story turns tragic when you realize how estranged they were — and if heroin and wolf river have stopped the flow of magic which could have been — was it because the world wasn’t worthy?

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        sherisman | 12 October 2011 at 2:25 pm #

        listening too when first reading blog at an appparent approximate time of 12:39 pm on 12 Oct — and as writing not to forget… started questioning estrangement; though I saw their reconcile as not sad, instead another miracle – definitely not a coincidence… (thanks for using that word — I was able to look up above so as to spell it correctly; otherwise – always have a problem with the word.) regards…

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          sherisman | 12 October 2011 at 2:35 pm #

          my “copying” went a step too far… I was reading at 3:30 a.m. it says… – not a coincidence, instead, my error. oops

      • avatar
        buckly fan | 13 October 2011 at 5:02 am #

        Y’all made me want to hear some of Tim’s music, been awhile. I’m heading over to Youtube.

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          buckley fan | 13 October 2011 at 5:05 am #

          Oops..a fan who can’t spell..sorry Tim.

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    Freddie | 12 October 2011 at 4:19 am #

    You typed us up a bit of darkness today but this bit still made me smile.

    “the ignorant will attempt to control the unknown
    the genius will attempt to control the unknown too
    so how can you tell em apart?”

    It is the unknown, so it won’t matter? :^)
    Besides, I am wise enough by now to know that anyone who disagrees with me is indeed quite mad. ;^)

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 12 October 2011 at 6:17 am #

      Haha…so very true !!!!

      Darrin K.

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    Kraig | 12 October 2011 at 5:16 am #


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    Richard Parker | 12 October 2011 at 8:52 am #

    SKulls so full of blues – it shines right though

    Thanks. Your direct feed inspires.

    It’s a twist of fatal knife: humans think as gods
    Running from feet of clay the size of clowns’
    This mortality – such a shortfall it can be
    But all the while as far as six feet down

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    Narelle | 12 October 2011 at 8:54 am #

    good question…why do they give us this and take away this and that?
    they like the power, power in numbers…even better, and…
    there’re not the brightest crayons in the box

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    Once | 12 October 2011 at 11:37 am #

    Hoofbeats Are the Last Sound

    And here are hoofbeats but they’re only my heart
    Slow burn inside that is only the start
    I’m leaving you see
    You won’t be able to see me

    And here is love as I count all of you
    Nothing inside
    Regretful or undue
    As I leave I can’t let go of you
    Such a whore

    And as time twists over me
    And shudders through my existence I see
    Everything I could be no more on this plane
    No more would be sane I break with you now
    My lovers my friends my enemies here
    Is where I go can’t even cry cuz I can’t
    Even know

    And when the final sound reaches my soul
    My ears gone useless my voice gone cold
    My silent cry for Jesus for Mum
    I slip into everything
    That I’ve ever feared

    The hoofbeats deafen me
    You see me die sober I’ve earned it thrice over
    Holy trinity
    Maybe I’ve failed
    Or maybe regaled, will they tell me now?
    Surely they will
    Tell me now

    Quiet the horses I no longer have eyes
    Quiet the horses
    Let me sing.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 13 October 2011 at 12:15 pm #

      I hope all the wonderful, poignant, sublime, and extraordinary poems that you have created and thankfully shared ….are kept in a special place. Please Donna, tell me that all that you have written- you have logged somewhere safe. The reason why is simple, you will want to share, reexamine, or pass on this beauty and pieces of your heart and soul for someone else to cherish and always remember you by. If not, please gather as much as you can and place it safely away. Its extraordinary and I believe it is important to live on forever.


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    evilren | 12 October 2011 at 12:21 pm #

    So timely and of the moment as usual. I thought I had cancer all last month. Checked in to the hospital yesterday, I guess I’m not. I’m not ready to go yet, but any day is as good as any to die.

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    evilren | 12 October 2011 at 12:30 pm #

    On a side note, it was a full moon this morning and I was deep in the dark woods of morning high in the mountainous fog, when out of the passenger window I saw two glowing orange-red eyes, spread far apart enough to be a wolf or something else….but it was waiting.

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      Chupacabra | 13 October 2011 at 2:09 am #

      It was me, the Chupicabra!

      Very sorry to hear about your cancer! Prayers go out for you.

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    Steven Krut | 12 October 2011 at 1:15 pm #

    “the good die young
    but could it be that that is actually a reward not a punishment….?”

    I often wonder about that. I’m determined to be the first person ever to get to the bottom of this whole death mystery thing.

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    Alyona | 12 October 2011 at 4:30 pm #

    so it wasn’t just for laughs that you changed your hometown to bloody boss talk? something so eerily familiar — russian?– seems to lurk just below the surface like wires beneath the skin — and i would have tried to warn — “don’t go there, mate” but it’s too late — you’re already up to your neck in the zone — it seems to have accepted you because you’re still alive — the door sways on hinges just yards away and it feels like you could just reach out and touch it — but remember you’ll have to walk many miles to cover that distance…
    do you really want to go inside?
    i realize it’s a disturbingly private question and may be i have no business asking… but my stubbornness wins out just now.
    steve? would you enter the stalker’s room?

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      thetimebeing | 13 October 2011 at 7:33 pm #


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        Anonymous | 14 October 2011 at 2:33 pm #

        god speed… fearless… i wouldn’t dare — i don’t think i know myself enough — not nearly enough… you’re so lucky if you do… in which case i wish one thing upon you —- that every trap is clearly marked with a porcupine’s nut

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    Adam | 12 October 2011 at 4:33 pm #

    “Armageddon Days Are Here Again” – The The

    SK, your phantasmagorical words take me back to this song from 20+ years ago, when after a few re-listens I am floored by the relevance to our world today.
    What do any of us really KNOW about God, life, love, or death? I appreciate your efforts to paint pictures through words (and music) and to ask questions that all too often are ignored or trivialized – thank you from the bottom of this clueless, yet ever seeking, heart.

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    ASSMIDGET | 12 October 2011 at 6:10 pm #

    My cousin just went to prison! God bless the USA

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    new thing | 12 October 2011 at 9:16 pm #

    hey sk
    there’s this abc doco coming soon about cars
    and the song played under the ad
    is wide open road

    and I don’t think you’ll take offence
    at me saying
    that as great as your cover is
    the original is just

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    Wilfred Paradise | 12 October 2011 at 9:49 pm #

    the perfect blur –

    great image –

    more concise than blurred crusade –

    you are getting better –

    don’t you fukkin feel it ?

    keep moving – go, fukkin go –


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    eekie | 12 October 2011 at 10:50 pm #

    “the ignorant will attempt to control the unknown
    the genius will attempt to control the unknown too
    so how can you tell em apart?”

    Perhaps when it comes right down to it, they aren’t all that different.
    Perhaps none of us are that different.
    Isn’t that a cheery thought?

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    Brien Comerford | 13 October 2011 at 3:01 am #

    Sk is invariably evocative. I’ve always accepted the fall of man theory. I’m a fallen man that lives amidst other fallen people.I’m ashamed that I belong to the species that is exclusively responsible for the decimation of the earth and the mass massacre of all our fellow creatures. I’m powerless !

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      Anonymous | 14 October 2011 at 1:06 am #

      for what it’s worth… the last year or so, reading your comments – I think you hold a lot of power. a kind, thoughtful power. really powerful. good luck dear person.

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 October 2011 at 1:28 pm #

        I so agree, Brien- you have made an impact on people across this globe that you do not even know with the words you share. Do not label yourself as such, I do not know you but I know many people like you. If you can inspire one person, or have a stranger stop and read- think about what you are passionate about, than you have success. It may not be extremely measureable but it is something.

        Darrin K.

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    Anonymous | 13 October 2011 at 5:26 am #

    if I had painted this painting, I couldn’t sell it — it’s beautiful and the stories and pictures weaved through… it’s like a Degas or a Cassat! Your best (I think so far). made me think of going to the dentist as a little girl — yucky thought. But (it gets better).. there was always that magazine in the waiting room; if I remember correctly, “Highlights.” Most of the mag was kinda boring, but the one page… find the hidden pictures – I turned to it immediately, excited and – well, it took my mind off of where I was.

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    Once | 13 October 2011 at 10:43 am #

    After a good conversation with a very good man, who I don’t really know…

    Can you understand?

    Your writhing sadness

    Needs a helping hand

    And I’m just about juiced enough

    Saw the overview

    Our boats violenty cut through

    Oh how we laughed and acccepted the salt spray

    Landing expanding and forgetting all of our days

    Waves chase everything away

    And the waves, that we ducked under define today

    Can you understand?

    Nothing changes, ever my friend

    And drops across your face

    They’re sadness gladness and also the end

    Waves crash into us and draw us out clean

    The waves we saw, saw what we just didn’t mean…

    Understand this, you crazy psycho

    Looking for bliss, just like I go

    Nothing’s amiss nothings amiss, amigo

    The tide’s just out…

    The tide’s just out. And we’re feeling strange.


  25. avatar
    bc | 13 October 2011 at 2:29 pm #

    hear hear

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    Anonymous | 13 October 2011 at 9:59 pm #

    Craig hooper was a good keyboardist

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