Story of Stuff!
A Hole
A hole in me created by the knowledge of all of
our mistakes
our deficits
our fears
our ignorance
our blind capitulate compromise
I am sometimes so affected by the world around me I have to expound and expel the feelings so I can move forward… I am okay now…
Ah…
the power of writing…
I touched on what was really happening for me here:
A Hole In Our World
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Right to Heal
For a very dear friend of mine!
We all have a right to heal. We can heal. We will heal if we allow ourselves.
There are too many professionals that tell us we won’t heal. Or that our wounds will take years to heal.
It may take you hears to let go, it may take you years to realize and allow the healing to begin. But we all have th right to heal.
Valid healing begins with the belief that we can heal. Not permission from a professional or a group to heal.
Healing is your right. Do what ever you need, but heal.
Right to Heal
Who has erected this castle,
The towers the dungeon and gate?
It was she who authored your story
That controls the draw bridge of fate.
So why is our life such a riddle?
Why does it take us so long
It’s the only journye worth taking
So how could our life turn out wrong?
How do you dismantle a castle
That harbors both hero and foe
It’s the holy grail of your journey
And only a wizard would know
That the mortar and brick are prison
To keeps out the love that is real
But the flag flying over your castle
Must be lowered before you can heal
in 1990 Years ago I read Joseph Campbell’s “The Power of Myth” where he talked about the Hero’s Journey and it changed my life. 10 years after that I wrote this song (at this posting it is the 10 year anniversary of this song’s birth
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Lyrics to Hero’s Journey
The hero’s journey is a lonely and a long one
Concentric circles with no end
We slay our dragons and we find they were the wrong ones
Until we love them like old friends
The hero’s journey it not about the struggles
Or the battles that you win
To the victor go the spoils so they say
But the silver chalice you can’t give away
Pretentious paths that pull me on but lead me nowhere
I trade for journeys of my heart
The end result does not lie in some destination
For there’s no end and there’s no start
To recall my past without belief of pain and danger
Have brought new purpose to my life
Enslaved by youth I helped enrage my soul with anger
That slipped my heart upon that knife
Light resounds in my hope and meditation
Deep in silence I can see
In lucifer’s shadow I have found my own refection
When the dark night laid it’s hands on me
If there’s an answer to just where this path is heading
That’s the mystery I’ll use
We all have our own brand of armageddon
In the dark night we live through
Bless my heart when mystery has gone completely
Darkness brings rebirth to claim
Letting go will claimed a lesson learned expensively
Embrace the hero heal the shame
So stike my life with a bitter cup of danger
Watch me find my way back home
In the dimest light I found some answers in my anger
Deep in the dark night of my soul
A song for my mother….
Written and recorded by Rusty Cline
I have recorded this song a hundred times at least. I never quite seem to capture what I hear in my head.
I wrote the song for my mother in 1997. She was a Jehovah’s Witness. I was removed from their church (cult) in 1979 – for smoking cigarettes – shortly after my mother informed me that she would have to quit associating with me, son or not.
Fortunately for me my father – who was not in the cult – intervened and said I could come to “his house” any time I wished. I did continue to see her when I would go to see my father. But she always made it clear that she wasn’t going to make me feel at home. My father died in 1987 and that ended the reprieve.
I tried to visit her on a number of occasions but she truly believed that her god would punish her if she befriended me, so “she never took the chance” (a line from the song). I ultimately moved to Tucson to keep from seeing her or my brother Charles (of the same cult) on the street and go through the rejection every time we crossed paths in a small town like Sierra Vista.
The reason I write this explanation is the song is so indirect that you would never guess it is for my mother, or that it is her “eyes so blue and gray” of which I sing and write.
Melba Ethyl Cline died in 2004 – but I died for her 25 years before that.
Or just play the song:
Gulf of Mexico
“As another 1000 barrels flow into the Gulf of Mexico!
I lay my head upon the pillow and I wonder is there something I can do!”
A sample lyric:
Dominion has a consequense the spoils are no longer ours alone
Reduced to rape and pillage of the only planet that we can call home
The time for indirect solutions are are behind us our decisions are today
Must this be the point of no return or can we learn in time to change our ways
As another thousand barrels flow into the Gulf of Mexico…
This is a song by Rusty Cline about the Gulf of Mexico oil spill. When will this all end? How will be for us when it comes to an end?
This is my response to the oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico. Pollution and water don’t mix any better than oil and water.
Funny how “oil and water” is a globally synonymous phrase for things that don’t belong together.
I forget, tell me again… why are we drilling for oil in the Gulf of Mexico?
Price of Gold
Where did all this land come from? A snap shot from history…
Guitar, Percussion, vocals and composition by Rusty
Harmony by Sapphire Bell
Keyboard by Lamont Arthur
Bass by Arthur Miscione
Arizona’s Immigration Law is a Rights Buster, subtle demands and commands that make rough handling and enforcement of Arizona’s Immigrations law without due process or the “in alienable rights” that the constitution guarantees to every man woman and child. We must up hold the constitution of the United States, it is what made this country great!
Arizona Immigration Song, song about Az immigration law, az immigration law is a bust, illegal alliens in arizona, border crossing, border laws, homeland security laws, border fence, mexicans, Mexican fines, harboring illegal aliens, illegal Mexicans, illegal immigrants, immigrant law, Ellis island, visas laws, impounding a vehicle
I was born and raised in Arizona. I have been ashamed and embarrassed by my home state Arizona lately, this new immigration law is a sham and a bigoted night mare – like some ugly back lash from the 1960′s. I have been trying to put a voice to it and finally tonight my muse came to help:
May this law please go away! May we please have our state back! Maybe I should move!
Yours in Love & Light,
Rusty
We would have no state if it weren’t for Mexican and immigration law asylum, there is no question about this immigration law: it should be abolished! The immigration law was fine like it was. Immigration law and naturalization has been the only reason we have had most of the state’s infrastructure. The more they change the immigration law toward removing human rights, the more dehumanizing Arizona becomes.
Re-Writing Leonard Cohen just for fun… stream of consciousness… for the people that taught me the word hallelujah…
Everyone else has re-written this classic so I may as well too!
Hallelujah
A song about religion and the havoc it wreaks on our planet!
If we could all realize that we are all on the same team and the same planet with the same blood and DNA we could go so far toward world peace. I had someone say I was an idealist, I replied, “Yea! So?” I don’t mind dreaming and my dreams do come true. So if it doesn’t happen in my life time, it is okay. Peace like love and evolution, it incremental!
What ever God is about I am quite sure it is not about war! So for me any book claiming to be written by God that shows God at war at any time past or present, is a forgery written by humans. War is bad enough without there being religious wars!
Just for a hoot click the speaker symbol in the player and it will open a web site in Yahoo Carbon Ventures this is too weird to be funny!
Read this after you hear it:
Yes that is right! I saw this on PBS.org Frontline Videos Carbon Hunters for a hoot, click the Since the 1990′s oil companies have been buying up rain forests from governments like Brazil – of course Brazil didn’t ask those living in the forests they just sold the forests even though there were thousands of indigenous peoples living in them.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. It is now over 20 years later and everything is getting sticky. Wall Street is now selling stocks for the carbon in those trees – why not it has a value since congress has acknowledged and even give “credit for carbon” to oil companies which allows them to slow their EPA demands for cleaner energy.
Long story short the trees are worth less in the ground than they are as lumber so Brazil is pissed that these credits are being sold but not given the actual value of the trees themselves – but of course since the trees are not timber but merely a carbon sink, they don’t have the same financial value – which is ludicrous since these are the lungs of our planet… ah ha… but alas since Wall Street is now making a profit on the carbon sink int he trees it all changes and the countries that actually own the rainforest want their fair due…
Sometimes love is the sanest thing we can do and other times it is insane
Wisdom Insane
For Sapphire Kieft thank you for all the times and your help with my music! I will always adore you!
When You Begin To Sing
A blessed reminder of what makes things tick!
Life, Wind & Soul