Broken Guitar

There are eleven acts, or songs in American Success Story. Pete Chandala is an ignominious factory worker in his mid fifties. The first scene songs, 1-2, begin with Pete losing his job and finding another one. The second scene songs, 3-5, tell of his childhood and the death of his mother and uncle. The third…

Coffee For My Cup

  Coffee For My Cup This is the second of an eleven song compilation presenting the story of Pete Chandala, American Success Story. The eleven songs are eleven chapters as a video work of fiction. Put some coffee in my cup Have it for me when I get up I don’t want no waiting when…

American Success Story

Solo performance of existentialist, working class song by a dude in his early 50s playing electric guitar in his underwear.    

The Soul In Need and the Giver A Proesy RJHoffman I wouldn’t want to take anything that makes you happy and it’s hard to give anything that makes me sad. You chip away at my heart your will to power through pity you lay shame and blame on the voice I’ve had Again, you say…

The Song of Justice Dennert

The Song of Justice Dennert by RJHoffman Her: What keeps you scraping along? Me: What keeps you being so happy? To myself: I can see by your smile I’ve had enough of you. You take my money and tell me you know hat it’s like to be alone, you’ve been where I’ve been. I just…

Link to the Roaming Snyder Soundcloud page

Thanks so much to all of you who ever liked any of the poems, songs, short stories, or art I have published on the Roaming Snyder blog. This is a link to the Roaming Snyder Soundcloud page where I have uploaded all of the published songs from Roaming Snyder Publishing. RJHoffman Roaming Snyder Musical Tracks…

We’re Just Here to Help Tidy Your Assets Up a Bit

We’re Just Here to Help Tidy Your Assets Up a Bit black sweeps the corner and leaves a fine residue feeds the blowing mist a shaker shaking fits the squirrels piled the leaves in the trees while the crows watched and had seen the hawks lying low waiting in the breeze. Just around the corner…

A Mother and Her Children

A Mother and Her Children Our voices will speak again of the green of these meadows, again, of this vicious rain. Our hearts will again spoil us so we can keep again the vows we’ve made. With rough hands undertaking, And hearts soft to our awakening, while onward the years crush with soft moans and…

Words of Limestone

Some words I find obscure the glow of ringing thoughts, diffused, that show the things that cause the heart to grow that reveal the things we’ll never know Those words seem so clear to those who teach, who preach, who hate to know the thoughts, the minds, of those below the givers that the groups…

Poet Capitalist

POET CAPITALIST The creator, unacknowledged, poking holes in the sand, unaware of his giving to an unforgiving thief. Ideas and images that come with no license sifted through the minds of mimicking birds, cackling and droning multiple monster rebirths. That poet there, has become a lawyer– “They are only words,” he says. Or has he…