Tuesday, October 7, 2014


A Frightful tale of a writers addiction...


A bedside lamp blankets my room with a candle-lit feel
the shadows seem as if they’re a moment away from taking over

sleep takes a backseat to the thoughts in the foreground of my mind

its this portrait
every brushstroke is another part of me
EXPOSED for all to see

& in a DESPERATE attempt to salvage what is left...
I slowly cap my pen

...DISCONTENT with lukewarm expressions,

empty pages demand my SURRENDER to them
careful and thorough
they tempt all that lies within

EVIL EMPTY PAGES lure in words with their pearl white grin
but i can't give all the credit to them
i need them
like an eighth DEADLY sin
like heroine

EMPTY pages just seem to whisper... give in... give in...

CURSED as tragically gifted everyday-man
in a battle i can't win
So, tonight i sin again
i give in to my master with a pen...

I spill confessions of REGRET 
as if i'm on a mission
to board a life bound for SADNESS 
all based on a regretful premonition

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

FOLKin’ Right! I’m gonna FOLK tonight!! ALL FOLK!!! ALL FOLKin’ week!!!!

To the pickers, the grinners, young folks & old
to Words set to Music & Stories to be told
to Rhythm, to Melody, to Harmony, to Rhyme
to the best & the worst, to help ease my mind

This month I will celebrate all things folk!!!  ...by featuring ALL FOLKin SIXSIDEDSOUNDS has to offer!!!!  Check it out!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

“The SLP Song”

“The SLP Song”

From an early age, I felt the call to teach…  It was something that I was good at and also something I loved. At 15, I landed my first job as a soccer coach & camp counselor to kids ages 7-12. It was fun, challenging, and incredibly rewarding. It was easy, in the sense that it didn’t feel like “work” & simultaneously the longest, most exhausting day I had ever experienced in my life.  Although, I’m not sure I knew it at the time… but, I believe that is the ideal job/career. To be clear, I’m not saying that teaching/coaching is the ideal career for everyone… no, no, no… I’m looking at you sophomore English teacher! It is something that your passionate about, something you love doing, something you’re damn good at, something that you would probably do for free anyway, something that makes you smile every time someone asks you what you do for a living, something that you work tirelessly at knowing that all the hard work and long hours you put in, in the end will fulfill you in a way that is incomparable. This is how I feel about teaching. This is how I feel about making music. And, Every once in a while… I get to do both J !!!  …This is one of those times...  This is a song I wrote, with the most of original of titles… “The SLP Song” a song about teaching English to kindergartners in Korea, while singing it with em’.

“The SLP Song”

I started with ABC…
Then came 123…
Next came the silent E...
and that one was tough for me.

I learned the rules of my school
And how my pencil is a tool
All about Rhyming words,
nouns, adjectives and verbs.

And tomorrow I will be,
Bilingual, you will see…
Mom and Dad are proud of me…
And I love it at SLP!
I love it at SLP!

Everyday I study hard…
Knowing, one day I’ll go far…
With hard work I believe,
I’ll achieve all my dreams

So teacher, teacher…
Please help me to succeed
Show me patience and love
Help me earn my degree

And tomorrow I will be,
Bilingual, you will see…
Mom and Dad are proud of me…
And I love it at SLP!
I love it at SLP!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Another Decade, Another Day

In the end, we are the sum of all our parts.  Yet simultaneously, somehow, someway, we can never be anything more than who and what we are at any given moment.

Another Decade, Another Day

Ain't it funny, the path you take...
when you're trying to walk the other way

Ain't it funny, How a heart can break
When the love inside it dies

You know I loved you with all my heart
You up & left me with goodbye

So long to Sunshine, in came the rain
Hello moonshine, Tears & Pain

Another Decade, Another Day
Another "Wrong Way" left me feeling right

Another Toast to Another Love
Now pour one more & let's drink to lust

Cause there's only right now...
Only Today!
NOW or Never!!
GO or stay.

Staring at the Sunshine
Writing Songs about the Moon

Living in the moment
Running far away from you

Looking at the other side
a chance to just be me

find solace in a crowded room
the tallest man unseen

Thinking about all the time
everything that I won't see

All the questions left unanswered
All the things I'll never be

Cause there's only right now...
Only Today!
NOW or Never!!
GO or stay

Friday, June 6, 2014

Tell Me, Help Me, Sing

I recently wrote two songs in one day... & it wasn't even a day, more a like a few hours... & anyone whom has dealt in the realm of creativity, you know how precious and frantic that time can be. However, there is no place I would rather be... This Is My Happy Place!

This is one of those two songs... Recorded in my brother's living room... he listened once... & then on the second try we recorded it.


Listen here

Tell Me, Help Me, Sing

Gentle Breeze, find my window…
Tell me the things tomorrow will bring,
Tell me a story, of love, I can sing
Tell me… tell me…

Father, Father, help me…
Make me the man you want me to be,
Give me a reason, a reason to sing
Help Me… Help Me…

Mother, mother blessed me…
Gave me her love, of a warm summers breeze,
Gave me a reason, a reason to sing

Sing… Sing...

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Late Night Ramblings

where to begin...
...late night weary traveler,
the sands shift is subtle but swift
& your moonwalk dancing can't avoid the clouds
but your nosedive tendencies will surely find the ground
there's a hat facing not quite forward
& a pair of jeans big enough to make two pair in front of you
A Man with a mustache is licking his leftovers with intense eyes and sweat on his brow
Outside, there's a snowstorm.
& the softest whitest sweater, sits, sipping a martini by the window
Like a dream I've been waiting for...
...a moment to be realized...
when you wake at night, & realize...
then the moments gone & you realize... that Nothing Lasts.
It's Endless!?
shifting, tumbling, ticking... tock, tick-tock...
I wait & Wait & WAIT for what?
& for what I wait is worth it's weight...
& for what I wait is wait enough...

Monday, April 7, 2014


30 years now… where’d they go…
30 years… I don’t know…
I sit & I wonder sometimes, where they’ve gone…

Yes… I know that’s not how the song goes.  Though at 31, I am starting to realize what Mr. Seger was talking about in that classic song…  Where did the time go?  & Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to relive those glory days.

I guess I’ve always been fascinated by time.  Consequently, time has become something I often incorporate into my writing…

“Time” by SIXSIDEDSOUNDS is a concept song I started writing about five years ago…  The song is third-person narrative, where time itself is observed as a woman.  In addition, the song intentionally blurs the lines between, the words, phrases & images that represent time and those that paint a portrait of the female form.  Beyond the songs background, “Time” even has 2 different versions, which are played in two different time signatures.   Check out the links to both versions below…


Her hands move slowly,
her movements are precise, & known

She’s orchestrating,
conducts the pace, controls the race
But you know that she can’t be predicted
...Always about to come to pass

... she is such an evil mistress...
... such a precious gift...
... her innocence is her existence...
... will prove fatal in the end...

Sit arms crossed waiting,
for her finally to reveal herself

like dawn appearing,
to shed light on the dark of night

& you know that she can’t be predicted
...Always about to come to pass

... she is such an evil mistress...
... such a precious gift...
... her innocence is her existence...

... will prove fatal in the end...


“Time” (lounge version) – SIXSIDEDSOUNDS

The following, are further lyrical selections from SIXSIDEDSOUNDS, which perceive ‘Time’:

“What do I know at 25?
In this brief existence sheltered life
I’ve seen some things, I've failed, I've tried
Given everything & nothing

It's a long and winding road I see
Crawling over hills and through the trees
Beyond the fence and past the fields
To find a place worth finally resting

So strip my clothes and take my things
Because all I need are just six strings
& My woman, I've got peace of mind
And precious, precious time

As crickets sing the day to bed
With sunset songs, sky fire red
A melodies dancing through my head
Like a Breath of Life, Like Freedom”
- SIXSIDEDSOUNDS  “Like a Breath of Life, Like Freedom”

“All I can find
in a bottle of wine
is a Conditional Forever
…it’s a matter of time…”
- SIXSIDEDSOUNDS  “Perpetually Drifting” 

“I guess that’s how the story goes…
You sing the songs that no one knows,
You live your life and you write a line,
But you can’t stop or change the time.”
- SIXSIDEDSOUNDS  “When the fog rolls in…” 

& So, in the interest of maturity… it’s about that Time…  Time to say good-night… …until next Time.