The Pallbearers (A Poem)

The Pallbearers.

They carry me westward,

covered in velvet,

encased in mahogany.

Wander to the site of a lonely grave,

hallowed out, ready to embrace me.

A count of five.

Silence among the rustling winds.

A tear escapes the eye of one

as he begins to hum a sorrowful tune.

He sheds inhibition and begins to sing.

A high tenor, trembling slightly.

One, then two.

Three, then four.

The five dour men begin singing the tune of the Foreigner

as I’m buried six feet deep.

Given to the grave.

Into new life.

A Poem (For Jeff)

You pull the mojo pin on your grenade.

I see your soul escape its callous shell

and seep into my mind

and into my heart.

Mingling with my very own soul.

It leads me through the tangles of neurons

to a tranquil place

Soul to soul.

It whispers in a godly falsetto.

A note lasting an eternity

wandering into future eons.

It utters,

“Kiss me. Please, kiss me”

I do.

It fiercely pulls away

Tears begin slowly trickling down its silvery face

as it struggles for a thing to say

“I know that in time, I’ll only make you cry.”

All placidness was lost as it bolted away

back into its shell.

The warm lights dimmed and faded

“No,” I say “this isn’t over.”

“This will not be your last goodbye”

A Tribute to Black Metal (Poem)

Sprawling black roots of sound

extended below by mammoth Tree of Odin.

Bark grey and chipping with age.

Planted in times of pagan gods and Viking raids,

thriving on modern misanthropy

Ravishing grimness overtakes underground.

Chords of obsidian darkness

play to the lost and the damned.

Hel at the reins

directing roots of horrific essence

throughout the bleak countryside of the Eastern front,

the bustling city of liberty,

the jungles of Myan descendants,

the frostbitten forests of the north.

A befouled metallic creation.

Odin stands triumphant.

Prowler in the Yard: A Poem

If you read my last post, I gave a link to my review of the CLASSIC album Prowler in the Yard by the mighty Pig Destroyer. It is truly rock out material of the highest degree, so feel free to read my review of the album and give it a listen when you have the time. In fact, I love the album so much that I wrote a short poem about it! Here it is.

New Reviews!

Hi guys. I've been lazy lately, so I've been forgetting to post my sputnik reviews on my blog. So instead of copying and pasting each one here, I'll continue to be lazy and just give you links to all of them. So here they are!

A Tribute to Jeff Buckley

Technical ability in the music world can only take you to a certain point before something unexplainable from outside the four walls of a practice room, or perhaps from deep within the musician occupying the room, has to take over and lead you the rest of the way. You can call it “soul” or “spirit”, or maybe it’s something otherworldly that inspires the artist. Whatever it might be, this force coupled with outstanding technique is what truly great musicians are made of. This force guides the fingers across the fretboard, tugs at the vocal cords, and controls every musical step of the artist. Jeff Buckley, I believe, is unquestionably one of those artists who was in complete control of this force.

The Blair Witch Project - MOVIE REVIEW

Hey guys. So this isn't going to be a formally written 3rd person review like my album reviews are, nor does it give a plot summary; it will merely be my thoughts on a movie that might go down as one of my favorites: The Blair Witch Project.