Revisit

 

ÒThe Strangest Mutation of Our Times.
ÒManhaters are flimsy-Minded.
ÒTemptations of Expelling the Truth
ÒThe Modern girl gets not the respect she pretends to wish not to have.
A blemish or mark, something crude. "Nasty!" indeed.
ÒSolicitors will be forced to read real living physical books
ÒA Cylical Circumstance
ÒFree Breath Movement
ÒVampire Vs. The Werewolf, the Last Match
ÒSubtle Hints, World Wide Tidal Waves.

Times spent for Happy times, in the otherwise sufferment contest world.
An entry to not instill in! 

ÒSympomatic Cases of paying attention,
and separating and releasing from what the Media
instills, injects, narrates, commotions and hyper-imprints.
The several viewpoints, now, appear to be living upon
completely different planets. (ambivalence in a snowglobe.
stirred and running around to disharmony led by
Christkillers, DionysusKillers, ChaosAgents and the Crude.*)
Which viewpoints change and stealth the self to the ultimate?
Different worlds, completely, absolutely different worlds.
*ÒSeveral decades later, still: Encourage breaking programming
of that which dulls the imagination. 

                                                    Against all odds

simple

 

 

 

"Simple" guitar audio 05/18/2017 practicing edits, and sifting through things to make song sessions out of. Footage from some spring/summer bicycle ride. All images and audio by me all rights reserved LTG Video created 11/21/2021 #NatureFootage #SoothingGuitar #AcousticGuitar #NatureDeep #SacralNature #BicycleRide #ExploreNature #HealingJournal #Expression #DIY #LomeMarsupial #FreelanceArtist #NYnature #NaturePhotography #WildlifeFootage #MartinGuitars #MartinDreadnought

livelihood

 

 

Jackals attack the Lion,
It's a bad mistake.

Jackals,
the Vulture's pets,
attack the lion
until it's too late.

Leave the lion be,
see?
Wrapped round vultures wings,
Jackals push until it's too late
Doing bloody, gutwretched things.

Jackal's mess with the Lion
Oh Waukesha is the last bite
Until the Lion has had enough
Extends his claws
The time to strike.

The Vultures, he'll get to later
Jackals never had even known
How wrapped round vulture's wings
they are, until all their chances
are blown.

Waukesha, now, is the last one.
Jackals need not respectability
They'd just ripped and bit,
and cut and tear
until tangled to a t

forty sixteen north nineteen
a jackal drawn from a card
mowed down, now, several young lions,
now,
being evil
for a jackal
ain't hard.

When Big Lion sees, and gets his run
his taste of blood is high
After time and time of
turn the other cheek
he says the time to devour is mine.

Waukesha, Waukesha
Waukesha, Waukesha
Jackals, how have vultures led?
The Lions of life
Lions of the modern world
are uprisen,
pissed,
fiery red.

up

11/21/2021
A force just got out of bed
for memories in Waukesha.
 

 

Amniable

 "Amniable"

 

 

 "Amniable"
A composition from 08/01/2013
All music by me All content rights reserved. All rights reserved LTG.
I freelance music contact me for use with film scores or projects.

More from having gone through folders. As going into sounds and atmospheres and projects and sorting them up into which ones get along with one another the best.
(folk albums, story albums, rock, soundtrack, etc.)
Mixed into without working on levels, so the 6 tracks kind of  blend. Would do more sound wise with the time avail.   Still blacklisted from most social media sights :)   and "shadowbanned," sharing, supporting helps a somethin' fine.


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450K

 God's toning to the Creatures

Animals,

Invisible Animals,

Transcendent Animals Unsighted

By the Shale Way.

Oh Animals

Seeking Hemlock

Whimpers Unburdened

Up Old Trailway .

God's Creatures

what must we Do

in the Vital

Timely saw

with the Roots up

to stretch to Soil,

now,

with the scurry

of wildlife paw.

God's humming

when the mind shuts

Old song hymns

By deep breezing

Hemlocks

to cure the thick pocks

Creatures say:

Don't let winter come.

_

Survive Winter World Animals Natura All

What'd done to Earth

Wildflower Creek

"WildFlower Creek" 11/20/2021

If this is WildFlower Creek

Then where have all the Wild Flowers gone

Compassion and an Ode

which is patient for older time.

If you live up by the mud birth

and can keep from startling swan

life may keep that compassion, still,

to the age of 29.

If this is WildFlower Creek

see the seasons that expand

will find the changes made in people

form in greater breadth of hand

& if they hone on right in to

where Wild Flowers converse

That sleep and rest of the soul

will wake us to a new Earth.

Muddy and slick with sun descending

and rested birds on bent ash

Those were the feelings in late crisp air

the sights all well seen last.

And muddy banks with pearlish orbs

to corners of drowsy care.

Trailing thoughts of near said words

falling felt in late crisp air.

A great rest comes, and muddy seasons

are nurtured by pearl bright orbs

The sunlight falls into endless dark

and roots tuck down to warm.

Pearl orbs cycle, then deeply resting

Pearl orbs like mindful words.

Where air keeps cold, warm stores its spark

kept scheduled on sangrene charm.

again and up after deep sleep resting

see the world by thirty three

mumbling off and wiping eyes

near a bright early world's high ash tree

All words stained from past lives testing,

all thorns and ugly drift healed

A pearl orb at its peak

from a mint body & refreshed view

Tall and sentient Wild Flowers revealed

.

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The Chaos Tourist

 lost or found song/poem draft

The Chaos Tourist

Ravens eat carrion

Real Like Flesh

A fantasy like money

Costs Alliot, lot less.

It's not leave me alone

It's leave me be

I've tales to write

& Lives to Be.

Of course I'm problematic

I want peace, to be

without heat at my back.

or cold at my feet

Yeah I stepped outside

killed someone who

tried to kill me

Fed a couple ravens up

asked them "why can't

they let, ever let

let a man be--"

and of course I'm problematic

I want peace, to be

not wedged between people stones

not staked down at my feet

& I guess it's symptomatic

how could I grasp that in my dreams

Got my lungs and grip miles in

Nurture that today you

can only find in dreams

The people in this world

they teach me nothing true

& I bite my clove

and set my way

reaching star light blue

Setting off

for who knows where

In cold and far, chill

chill blue

Setting off for

who knows where

nurture affords

someone who

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Another Highway Song

 

It's another highway song
It's been one all along
One not put up to sale
Like freightship, held in long

And it's another highway song
In fact it's always been
Those who know what they'd shipped
Can't sleep an eye shut,
Can't pretend

But in another way song,
A wayfarer in fashion land
It's better to beat the censors
Or be so bare, in tight-thread demands.

Unless the older fables
of worlds of Earth, yet worlds beneath
Were well read all the time
Who'd know what way songs mean.
So they'd say to light a candle,
nowdays turn on LCD
You'd read, like Hansel, and Gretel
or lift the lashes if now to see.

Subscription Immunity

It's a silent
Life Ended,We Live
In Bonus Time
A residue Slide
Like Souls catching up
To Where They Need To Go.

A Magnet Path,
Look, The Sun's On Fire,
Organic Path,
No Meta Led,
Organic Path,
No transhumanist Path.

Human(e) Kinde, Oh,
Old Souls Warn,
say: Keep Your Soul
Don't Join The Swarm.

Negentropy!
Not Metastatis,
But we Drift and Coast
in Bonus Time.

Destabilize, Civilization?
Technocratic Domestication?
Divide & Conquer?
Why Myrian Presents?
Christmas come,
Wars of the Peasants.

No, Duh, Doy,
Just Silent Me
Transcriber Yet Amongst
Plastique Societies,
To Buzy Humming
To Listen To Skryes!
To Late in yelling
Open Your Eyes

Working on "All The Times(All The Days)"

We're all dying so
why's there so much trouble
to be alive

All the times, All the days
Older Years and Early Graves
So why's there so much
trouble
to be alive

Death merchants,
yeah,
they bleed your eyes
True believers
All Pushed Aside

Another shine
right on
an advertiser sign
Looks right to
you
says
You ain't mine

Pushed to lifelessness
Or a life
of crime
Pushed to idle lives
or jumping blind.

Well, we're all dying so
Where else can you go
All the trouble to be
true alive

Satiation of Sorting Eggs into each their right basket

 I'm Rambunctious Because I'm Alive

The Cucks & Sluts Lost Us Out

Destroy The Walgreens (Again&Again&Again&Again)

Woke Die, Die

The Youth Are Boring

Everybody's Pissy (but Death Ain't Scary, Dying Is)

Intended Covers thinking of doing in which I prolly cannut get loicensin' to so'll release free:

House of the Rising Sun

Under my Thumb

Keys To The City

Shotgun Blues

Blueberry Hills

other stuff still, lots recorded, some need to be edited, mastered, levelled out

Others instrument additions:

Lavender Fields/Drown,Down Ophelia story play

w/

"Lavender Fields," "Vultures Up The Skies,"Drown Drown Ophelia,"

"Jespers Magic Drinkin' Glass" and several others.

"Amber Lane"

poppy acoustic rock single. Not attached to an album I don't think.

Instrumental soundtrack

"Death:The Infomercial" reprise of sound. Except more orgaic instruments added in.

Where songs like 'Hecate' and some from 2013-Present can have an audio home

also "Ink Black Ozone,"

The Jester Of Pandemia:

Several songs with dff genre styles

"Hollywood (and the Real World)"

"The jester of Pandemia"

Garage rock, electric guitar based songs:

Soul's Gonna Bleed

More story songs:

Vulture Fables,

Emerald Green Glass,

Ghost Child,

34th Layer of Neither/Neither,

Starfire is a Hell Song

Stone House Stone

Spirit Of The Almond Tree

I'm not lazy or unproductive or nothin' I just saw the hellish side of music distribution and also had a bit of a lull to the 'why' of creating things. But sorted that out.

There are a full spectrum of visions to harness and I guess what I "do" isn't so accepted or definitely welcomed round these parts or whathaveyou but I think I want to tell stories, be alive, be energetic, be unapologetic in being me and creating, and do playright formations.

Also tangible material is important. Like special edition or limited hands-on, flippable, viewable.

Intended Covers thinking of doing in which I prolly cannut get loicensin' to so'll release free:

House of the Rising Sun

Under my Thumb

Keys To The City

Shotgun Blues

Blueberry Hill

other stuff still, lots recorded, original songs

some need to be edited, mastered, levelled out

Others, instrument additions:

Lavender Fields/Drown,Down Ophelia story play

w/

"Lavender Fields," "Vultures Up The Skies,"Drown Drown Ophelia,"

"Jespers Magic Drinkin' Glass" and several others.

"Amber Lane"

poppy acoustic rock single. Not attached to an album I don't think.

_______

Woke, Die, Die EP

I'm Rambunctious Because I'm Alive

The Cucks & Sluts Lost Us Out

Destroy The Walgreens (Again&Again&Again&Again)

Woke Die, Die

The Youth Are Boring

Everybody's Pissy & Famous (but Death Ain't Scary, Dying Is)

_____

Instrumental soundtrack

"Death:The Infomercial" reprise of sound. Except more orgaic instruments added in.

Where songs like 'Hecate' and some from 2013-Present can have an audio home

also "Ink Black Ozone,"

________

The Jester Of Pandemia:

Several songs with dff genre styles

"Hollywood (and the Real World)"

"The jester of Pandemia"

Garage rock, electric guitar based songs:

Soul's Gonna Bleed

21 Flavors

Peace Child War Child

Heart of Real

More story songs:

Vulture Fables,

Emerald Green Glass,

Ghost Child,

34th Layer of Neither/Neither,

Starfire is a Hell Song

Stone House Stone

Spirit Of The Almond Tree

Billboard Dreams

I'm not lazy or unproductive or nothin' I just saw the hellish side of music distribution and also had a bit of a lull to the 'why' of creating things. But sorted that out.

There are a full spectrum of visions to harness and I guess what I "do" isn't so accepted or definitely welcomed round these parts or whathaveyou but I think I want to tell stories, be alive, be energetic, be unapologetic in being me and creating, and do playright formations.

Also tangible material is important. Like special edition or limited hands-on, flippable, viewable.

Also, the more facebook becomes 'Meta' I really very much plan to wane away from the platform. Facebook products I've already been on the gunky rung of the algorithm. Social media is unhealthy and lots of echo-tunnels & bias, it ain't alive it's re-animated reanimation.

The priority of narrative rather than fair imagination encouragement had been a good part too of why I hadn't released a lot. But I think I'm fired up absolutely and looking into more fair platforms out there, that will compete with the Youtubes, Instas, Twitters. For more warming experiences of perhaps raw expression and fairer playing fields for content access.

Telling a tale, bleeding the soul out, dancing as Dionysus, wanting character recurrence and interpretations of lyric, instrument improvement, slicing through thinskin and bulldada, representing my own vision with fun, fire and no apology. It'll be refreshing with the birth of newer platforms. It's been insane with how dirty facebook inc does play, too, with pushing narrative and manipulation moreover as even me just doing my thing, loving my projects, has been deemed somehow "problematic" in one way or another.

Something I will never forget, either.

But shifts happen and I have a lot of projects to finish out.

And feel like being more alive than ever, and living more now fully right now rather than pushing into safer, longer, further years.

Do what you can do now, right now.

Later years ain't so appetizing and right fresh now seems fine.

Like a tornado having sex with an earthquake only it's not thunky, it's stepdancing.