Scratch Lyrics from Elvis Angel, the Wandering Minstrel

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my hand but no one sees, the dark is filled with smoke and hollowed trees hologram breathes fire, looks like god but we know he’s mean, like no one we’ve ever seen. light my pyre, with…

The Children of the Plains

Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky. There is an operating apparatus in my skull, and I awaken in a factory after i have been harvested and given physical therapy to develop my anatomical structure so that it will be ready for…

From the Ballads Of Romy Snyder

Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering with rust time can’t steal her features as we rolled our car down the hill arms pressed forward and her head snaps back froze in a pose that could never look back tazed and tethered,…

Security Control Study in Primitive Holographic Existence

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He pulled his head up toward his guardian’s face and stopped. He pulled his head up. He did. HE. Who was he? WHO pulled his head up?Was HE energy? Where did the energy come from? From…

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones to deliver typeset in the form of a selfish and denunciatory linguistic expression, but by whom…the holder of the camera, spotlight and blinders…the linguistics only point to possible shadows.

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont seem so trusting a black hole charges the shadow with a freightline steaming hiss and the poles are wasted fallow lest they choose to mix walking through infinity spreading seeds, cursing deeds playing and parrying…

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step climbs the ladder, one step toward the door sweet blessed time You brought me to my knees hide and seek in shadows. rocks at swallows in the trees from Lock up the Farm [scanned from…

Dreams of Reality

Happy days are hear again! So, just what sort of prototype for happy days are we talking? the tv show? Andy and Opie Taylor? Leave it to Beaver? The 50s in general? When exactly did the happy days occur? the 1850s? (Notice how many icons have a 50s look…kinda like tv presenting itself to the…

From the Diary of Plutus James

From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer to it as their higher power, their higher selves on a different level of existence. And I believe that it is what gives you foreshadowings, or intimations of your physical and thinking processes, It is…

Notes from the Legend of Romy Snyder

“There is an opening in the back of my skull. That is where i get the muscle tension, chief. At the base of the cranium, the complex of the brain stem, the little carotid artery and the muscle structure at the top vertebrae and skull. I was thinking, what if you could use a long…