honea byrne

  …you gotta help me out. I’ll give you something. “The nerve of this haggardly skinny man,” he thought to himself, as he closed his guitar case. He had been busking all day long (playing his beat-up Murphy acoustic guitar on the sidewalk with Touch Down Jesus at Saint Elizabeth Church behind him). He had made twenty dollars in five hours. When I removed the Peruvian Prayer beads from the energy point, there was a special guitar string that I got from Drew’s Guitar Shop. When I was talked into buying it for five dollars because he told me that it would never break. Instead of using it I placed it into the energy point. The powerful energy attached to the string went to a New Orleans side walk that was in front of Touch Down Jesus. He was told never to make eye contact, but he did anyway. “Get Away From Me!” he screamed to the haggard thin man with long blondish grey dirty mop looking hair. Then a crowd walked by from a Haunted History tour and the seemingly beggar disappear...

Well there I was in the back of this police car thinking to myself, "How did I get here?"   Tunneling Through the  through the officers reports of bad driving, violence,  I could hear over the radio the song, “One Thing Leads To Another” by the Fix. And I thought to myself, "How'd I get into this fix."                                                 The FUTURE is just a Series of CHOICES.  I gotta' give you a warning "STAY OFF THEM DRUGS!" Because it's gonna' take you to a place you really don't wanna go, like the back of a police car.  Make you do things you thought you would never do. And I looked out that back window of the police car and out of the dust of the grave yard I saw three phantoms rise.  You know that the world wind does what it does when it hits the edge of two walls, in this instance it was ...

    “Can You Believe that once I considered myself a god? I spoke words that influenced sex; that created life, and Death-People. ‘There’s a Reason God said to Not worship Idols.’ Listened to my words in their Sanctuaries: homes and cars, parties, even their churches-through mediums of the radio, through television, Now the internet. I’m that unseen entity that is carried by unrestful breaths. Perhaps in a point of view, I’m doing people a good service. For they wouldn’t have empowered themselves without my influence.   As he continued, she calmly read his file and deduced what might have influenced him. I’m that Angel kicked out of Heaven; free to roam the Earth. Well, not so free really.Vision:   A writer submitted his works to The Missouri Review. Had high hopes, like winning the lottery dreaming high hopes; like he’d be famous in under five minutes type of hopes. He’d be able to quit his day job type of hopes. He had to pay for the yearly prescrip...