Dream Sequence

on Sep 13, 2014

It was Thanksgiving, and I went home to Louisiana. People were celebrating in some of the strangest ways. Everyone was living outside in these make shift houses that were all lined up in a row in a giant field. It was a festival. There were many familiar faces: my extended family & people I went to high school with. Each house was set up in its own way, and built with different things. Some had canopies, some had barbecue pits, and others were just plywood slapped together. Night had fallen, and I became bored. I started to wander around visiting others to pass the time. I saw the Costa family, but Chris was not with them. I visited with them for a while. They were having Catholic rituals by using the computer. The graphics on the screen were a row of squares that would move and sparkle, and each square had a letter in it. I believe it spelled faith. The next day, there was a...

Dream Sequence

on Jul 21, 2014

I saw nameless; We were going to a meeting of sorts; perhaps it was a Celebrate Recovery meeting. We found out that there were terrorists in the room that we were going to. So we ran. At this point we  were outside of the building, and the landscape was desert terrain. We were hiding behind this wall when the terrorists found us. We ran. Nameless; was shot twice. I can recall seeing him standing there telling me that he had been shot. The dream jumps scenes, and I’m in this room during the night with Nameless;. He’s laying in a bed that takes up most of the room. This room is on the second floor. He was dying there. We had relations, and then it seems he disappears as if he was never there. I wandered around this building for a while. The next scene jumps to me on the balcony of a high rise apartment which was where I was living. I had gotten word while I was out there that...

Dream Sequence – the Jackson’s and Family Secrets

on Jul 20, 2014

I was very close friend a with Michael Jackson. I spent a weekend with him indulging in the finer things. While I was at his house I had learned about some secret documents he had. Two papers in particular. I was prompted by some press to give them the in to these documents. He was Living in very gross hoarder-like conditions. His never land ranch had already been take away from him, and he was living in a small and modest home in North Louisiana. I would be leaving soon, and I met with a woman who would have me expose him. He was getting ready to go on tour or something along those lines. He didn’t realize that he had left these two documents out. He left. Then me and another gentleman went back into his house found the paper, and I took pictures of them with my cell phone. As we were sneaking in there was a police car out side of the house with its blue and red light on...

Threads – - – The Belt of Truth

on Jul 9, 2014

Ephesians 6 referes to the ever common and familiar concept of the armor of God; Ephesians 6:12 – Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand… 14; Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist; | and then, I’m brought to these scriptures of truth stating affirmation and boldness: Colossians 1:15 – He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning  and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in...

Let Freedom Ring in Acadiana

on Jul 8, 2014

I was in Louisiana this past weekend. I’ve been feeling more and more disconnected with the state of my internet presents. What is this maintenance with a technological record book? I want to write, but the truth is that I don’t exactly have a formulated opinion about much that’s worth talking about. I see this wasp and this cardinal. The imagery comes from the dead bird I swept off the roof of my grandmother’s house in Louisiana a few weeks ago. It’s eye was gone leaving the socket. I can’t remember if ants were eating it or not, but the picture goes along with the theme. It ruffled again whenever I returned to my grandmother’s house this past weekend, and found another reference to the bird. It’s a bottle of Bird of Paradise cologne. It’s cast red glass in the mold of the bird. Fitting isn’t it? Even more so, this...


on Jul 2, 2014

Tonight, as a watch a great documentary, I walk outside for a cigarette; the man and his wife who just rented the apartment next to me are bringing boxes up the stairs. I pause to myself to note that this is the first day of a new season of my life. Praise be to the Father for such a thing: that we move through our lives weaving through the vines of life around us, and he stays consistent among us. O’ Ancient of Days  

Saturday Morning Sessions

on Jun 7, 2014

I’ll be performing with Taylor Tobias and Richard Savercool on the upcoming episode of The Saturday Morning Session: We’ll be performing live set of “What’s a Boy to Do” by Mat Kearney.

Dream Sequence

on Apr 22, 2014

A mountain, Along the ascent there were different thing. There didn’t necessarily occur in the order in which I am recalling them. Nathan Brow and Bobby Kaznoon were in the with me at this academy or school of sorts. We were all three working together. Nathan and Bobby went off to lunch together, but I went to lunch alone. The primary location was reminiscent of the seventh grade and the class rooms there. Ms. Liprie’s class room in particular. I can recall there being visqueen draping partitions. Another stage: I could see the location of where we were from aerial view. I could see the facility where I was, and I could also see a neighborhood with swimming pools and a few houses just below the academy. Dylan Oubre lived in this neighborhood. The third stage of the dream was back in the academy. I was in a class room with my peers: people from the seventh grade era of my...

Dream Sequence

on Apr 19, 2014

There were turtles There was New Orleans There was my grandfather, and his hunting land. He said that he would rather stay out there. He’d set up deer stands in trees, and whenever he was finished them, he’d abandon the whole outfit–leaving behind important supplies like toilet paper. The last bit, I was in school. I saw a genealogy. The first of all musicians. Adam and Eve, showing the baby Jesus to The Lord as a sacrifice. Dylan Oubre’s mom was teaching. In the last moments she asked one of the student to give a demonstration of how to do the homework. He began to read over the lesson in song. Singing the assigned numbers and names. I could see from his perspective, and the text that he was reading from. The song he was singing. Am–G–D… And the word “September” was being shouted by the choir behind...

Dream Sequence

on Apr 18, 2014

I dreamed, There were at least three stages to the dream that I can remember. It started with me being at my my grandmothers house with my sister Becky, but the house didn’t belong to my grandmother. We were visiting my mom there. We were young, but I our current forms. I was traveling. The second part led me to someone’s house that could only be described as Lady Gaga. It was as if I was spending the night with this woman. We had sex together. We slept on the second floor of the house we were in. There was little furniture I the room. The third scene, and most easily recalled was in the swamps of Louisiana. Perhaps I was below the US boarder. I was wearing boots, khakis, and a green striped button down shirt. I was walking through the swamps and I stumbled across an indigenous people group who lived in the muddy waters. I stumbled upon one family: the mother in particular....