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Swimming through your sorry, Your ripples and refractions are what keep me moving, Deceitful in the promise of taking me to new lands, With a cut, a sting to the bone Down deep in the marrow you leave your salt Copyright@RedHammonds2016  

Rest for a moment... her mind trembled. This moon will soon be the only light- it's silver beams fighting for room among the trees. The darkness ahead holds no safety. A chosen path full of untold secrets, like storms from above - will soon overshadow even the bravest of minds. Be prepared, for thy will to be tested. But nothing, no amount of warning and not days of deliberation prepared her. For not the crimson in her blood, nor if she had drank the red sea itself, was enough to keep the color in her cheeks when she saw Hades smoldering over her. Death was upon her now. The will of her body letting go before her mind was able. Struggling to make sense of it all- how the torment could follow her. But there was no denying it. No matter how far she ran, like the sun and moon sharing the same sky, Hades was a part of her. She had brought him there... Copyright @RedHammonds2016

Ask me for help and I will burn the hours to discover resolution Ask for my hand in friendship and I will tear off my own skin to provide you warmth Ask for my heart and I will willingly make room amongst the over crowding If we are lovers-  ask for my wholeness and I will show you the ways of my wild But heed this warning.... Do know that I am an animal, free to choose, for now and forever And I am not willing to give you my soul

I never RANT... however today I would like to share with the world, how tired I am. I am tired of trying to help, or be there for people, of spending my valuable time and energy on coaching and guiding- to then have them turn around and let their ego/ignorance rule their decision making process. I am not the shit- but if you depend on me, use me as a sound board, tell me how knowledgeable I am about said matters, then why would you ignore life carving advice and make a decision that negatively affects you and the ones you love? Either you are feeding me a load of crap, or your just an asshole.  Either way, I'm done, your on your own.  

Oh my Gardener What shall we pursue now that the flower has blossomed? After all the toiling, sowing, and forgotten watering Here it is but a fleeting moment A stubborn glimpse of purpose Each petal fighting to color Look at it How may we remember it? It won't be long now- the inevitable Shall we leave the pot to water? Oh my Gardener In hopes that it's roots might surprise us? @RedHammonds 2016

The Rouse  Reverbnation link/ click here to listen and download https://www.facebook.com/therouseventura My Current band The Rouse who is in the process of recording new material. Here's a few tracks to check out. 

In this time of need our voices are front page news No, they are merely social media news The corrupt and powerful news doesn't want to hear us We don't sell papers- get ratings. Our wants, our needs, are sifted through a corporate funnel All that makes it out is social abuse, gay discrimination, racist cops -Murder They want us to hate each other They are using a magic trick on our minds so we don't see the other cards The cards of joy, success and community They are taking the brush from our hands, taking over the picture And all of those without an education, those who have already lived a life of suffering They do not see the warning signs. It is time to grow, time to open or hearts, time to finally SEE We are really the ones with the power We must find the cure for fear The fear and ignorance that is being fed, growing like a cancer We must find our voice and educate, even ourselves We can take off the blinders, the social media head gear This is not...

It's a mythical arena that they're standing in while the real fight for women is ignored. If I could conjure my struggle to be against something more reveled and diabolic, I would. Not the superficial, the mundane, the dull grey eye and rotting brain caused by years of force-fed egotistical charm. Power did this?  Does beauty make us weak and strong? And the sickness that still holds us hostage within a force-fed media? What will they accomplish?    What will I do in the arena while the fuckery plays on?  Am I waiting for the blood to flow? Wake me up and bring me my sword.   

Out into the darkness - Go Out there into the fright And deliberate thy frail resolution Contagious idiocy blinds Where hurried, fragmented souls Drifting through frozen steps Are forced motionless As the time stands still- stiller now Where the widow waits with partial mouth Abandoned by the kiss of a lover Fresh with rejection Your minds eye looks for a door to salvation This hum of evasion creates no resolve The stars are expanded Will it to be gone - they plead for return Faster,  louder,  spinning a string of colored fears The ground moves wild rivers of quakes While your continued reserve siphons down Into one single drop As it falls from your face and absorbs within the lost

Left of center You never disappoint Always pushing the vale Whatever it takes the phosphorous hunger of you burns on A diamond shining Now Above the grey Your new image Is held on high The Cosmic mourning of babes are true blue I hear you next to me Leading me through the hell-save me I depend on you to bring me home In your hands a destiny and the light that stole the world In between a man and some say God Now the world is forced to breath without the sound of you No matter that we bleed, we can't save you They won't give you back