honea byrne

Memories aren’t memories any more. These things are passwords to chaos. And one of my students was going through something. I said the right/ wrong thing (open to interpretation) and he wants to fight. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” Then the words; damn he sees me as something else. …and a crowd of students is there quick like flies. Damn how did they get out of their classrooms? This is too much. I want to console him. God what is happening? “That’s it I quit! I resign!” The principal came quickly. Took me outside. I’m crying. “Take the rest of the week off. Come back on Monday, see how you feel.” He tells me. I went straight to the VA. Crying saying “I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK!” “You don’t have to go back.” I was so close to cracking. Yet I chose not to because RL Superbad had invited me to jam with him at The King Biscuit Festival in Arkansas . Then I had the Jackson Synergy Nights; where I go every two weeks to recite my poetry. Had to keep on keeping on. So I continued hittin

"I appreciate and am very grateful to have been given the opportunity to have performed in front of representatives of BMI and other professional music representatives. It was a blessing to have that type of exposure. Damn it's so loud. Scares me. Didn't figure the line being this long this early. I don't even have a band. I am not ready for this. I know I don't have a chance. Maybe I should just leave. I'm already here. Feel like that guy who they feel sorry for so they grant favors. Let's clap for the retard. The joke is at my expense. So I figure, "Imma' save some souls tonight," I tell the peers around me. But do I really mean that? Teaching this long I have truly loved these kids as if they are my own. I remember that one in Clarksdale killing someone. Seventeen years old. He'll be in the system lost for a while. They put a red blanket over who he shot. Inside resources say it was gang affiliated and the police are in the gang too (

This scene was inspired by being locked away in a psyche ward during Halloween and watching horror movies in the entertainment room. The staff kept the channels deleted by a setting on the remote. I kept on resetting the remote and continued watching horror movies. Wondering in amusement how this would affect me and my peers. excerpt from Fictional Memoir "0" 1974 March 24: After months of tears, about one year of praying for God to free him, and a thousand pleas, he came to the realization and closer to accepting the fact that he’d be in this Psyche Ward for a long time. Perhaps forever. At first he’d get the letters and visits from his friends and family. But about a few months is how long that lasted. Then he heard from no one. The doctors knew exactly how to make him do right through their funny spelled medication. If he seemed too sad they’d give him happy pills. If he was being violent they’d give him meds or injections that would turn him instantly into drooli

Every two hours two people died in this Jackson Mississippi high school.  © 2015 October 28 “ ‘A teacher and student have been killed as the result of cancer and drunk driving. Ms. Smith has died of lung cancer due to years of smoking cigarettes. Senior student Troy Sanders has been killed in a drunk driving accident.’ ‘Alcohol contains the ingredient ethyl…It has the effects of being a depressant and acting like a stimulant. Research has shown that persons who have abused alcohol for years develop psychiatric problems and permanent brain damage resulting in loss of coordination…’” Every two hours a funeral bell rang over the intercom system cueing students in selected classrooms, of this high school to roam the halls with ghost like costumes on and signs around their neck describing in detail how they died. Then the speaker would describe the effects of different types of narcotics, alcohol abuse, and tobacco products (cigarettes and dip). Also cyber bullying was addressed.

Watching television you come across another news story about gun violence. Very tiresome of hearing this news over and over again you change the channel and your attention is toward a skull. It a world exclusive on a world news broadcast, "Skull found underneath school, in Clarksdale Mississippi, it is believed to belong to Native American tribe." Coming soon "Going Educational" Book II. Don't miss out on the most intense and controversial story of the year that is based on real events.  to purchase   Read Going Educational Book 1 here

                                           IN                                                                                          BETWEEN                            DRAGS Mandatory Church Service:                                       “So, how much time do we have?                                       “Oh, about five minutes.” We sat in the canopy ashing our drags in the large cigarette sand bucketed ashtray. This is our pre-chosen congregation before we have to go into the forced congregation.           I still just listen and take mental notes. Remaining in denial that my life has come to living in a brainwashed Christian homeless shelter. I’m afraid that the other tenants will rub off on me and I’ll be restricted like them to this place. The conversations are so predictable, and are always laced with profanity. Conversations like: about that fine lady, criticizing one another, talking about the staff, the best cons to pull, and the stern bosses.           Yea,

Origin, In between drags- © 2015, 2012 (Excerpt from Fearless III )           Always had that excuse “I’m stressed and I’ll handle it after I smoke.” At times, I used the severity of the situation as an excuse to smoke more. Situations like waiting by the telephone “Is she going to call?” going to the job interview, going to see someone that I really didn’t want to see, I’d smoke about ten in a row. Of course with drinking I would smoke up to three packs a day. Many times I smoked a whole pack in an hour.           First learned about the cigarette being a vehicle for slothful logics when I was working in the shelter. My peers perceived it as a right to smoke a cigarette during the workday. Many times they’d get lucky and get the supervisor in charge on their side by giving him cigarettes.           Of course, there came a day when I heard a supervisor say “These guys smoke more than they work.” After hearing that I decided that I had to be different than my peers. This meant

“It ain’t a stigmata it’s cancer.” I thought as the doctor told me. Reassuring me after my look of horror, “It’s not Cancer. It is just a spot on your left lung where the arteries have grown into the veins. We have to keep an eye on it though. Have an x-ray done on it in six months." Sat in that church just outside of Manchu Picchu writing fiction. The story is about playing guitar so awfully that it blew the heads off of zombies. Had that strange throbbing in my upper ab for a while now. Looked at that statue of a black Jesus. He had a gaping wound in the same spot we’re they stuck em’. I laughed at the thought of that. That throbbing is probably just constipation from the massive amounts of protein I ingest to keep my body looking like it looks. When I got back to Jackson Mississippi, my VA PTSD counselor told me I should get it checked out. At first the doctor told me it was just my pancreas was too big from my triglycerides being high (1,800) because I drink

check out the performance @SynergyNights the storm came ashore In the early morn knocking at my door Once she adorned- the rose's thorn She tore my heart in two into then and now like looking in the mirror and not knowing what is looking back time slipped away between the cracks I was running from the hell i created and it kept following one day I stopped but hell kept going. tears mist and i thought about all I missed. i may not know what love is. I know what it is not. "Baby, you used to love me a lot. All these years all this time i still haven't forgot your telephone number."  I know I know I should have got it right the first time. flashes of lightning my reflection and I wonder what could have been. That was so long ago. What would it matter?The winds she yells her name power lines fell fiery laughter suffocated in my doubt BLACK OUT no electricity-The sky falls I cry because somethings just aren't meant to be. "Sorry, I couldn't be the man

Below, is a ruff draft of a piece that I am working on about Katrina. I will perform this as a spoken word... One of the themes is about regret of the past. The narrator is riding out Hurricane Katrina and remembering his first love. Fearing that he will die during the storm he is trying to get the gumption  to call his ex- love. As his house and things are getting destroyed he thinks about all the things he will tell her.   ___________________________________________________________________________________ Came and made her presence  known in my home round 6 a m. Clear water became blood red when the pipes broke and let the dirt and rust in. The wind hisses her name "Katrina." -it did to me. They say you never get over your first love.  Lines fell to the ground. Still have my cell phone and I never forgot her number. She used to love me a lot. "Does she remember me?" I wonder. "Been thinking we could start again. I can be the man she wanted/needed back t

...but if you fall fall into my arms (C) 1995, 2015, 2015) don't really think you could do me any good NOW anyway-sorry I couldn't love you as you truly deserved I COULD DO IT NOW-but I couldn't do it back then (When it probly' wouldah made a difference...Even though? I know for once what it means if you love someone leave em', alone."Alone" To have any contact from me would make you so unhappy-WOULD bring  to your mind hatred and sadness-I reckon I do love you for sure because I'd rather you be happy than in pain-EVEN though I wanna see you again-  Want you back; but, you probly' coudn't do much, that is give me what I truly need. Saw you with a child and I remembered you said when you loved me you'd have our child. Damn, I'd be such a good Dad now. ...protecting you from me- held on to you for so long w/ countless drunks and drugs They say, "You never get over your first love."An' da bad thing is you've moved

So Far On Our Hurricane Adventure: A twenty year old, Katrina's father and mother are driving north east to escape Hurricane Katrina. Her mother is frantically trying to figure out where they will stay.  _______________________________________________________________________________ She calls up her sister in law. "Yello," Nicky takes a deep breath and her lungs start rejecting the smoke. The good thing is that coughing gets the THC chemical from the weed smoke to the brain quicker.              She’s got a large coffee table where she dumps all her fresh weed; weed she fresh by storing in their deep freeze in two gallon buckets.             “Sure hun, come on down.” She replies to her sister in law, then hangs up. Then she starts mumbling some nonsense philosophy of how the world is coming to an end.  She’s staring at their prized television; it’s the only one of its kind, a classic from the 70’s with a combination record player and 8 track built in on

...because this idea of playing my guitar so awfully that it killed zombies is an entertaining idea that has never been used..  Okay, what creates zombies?  Days before I saw this statue I had tarted writing about nature going bad to create zombies. The cause being something like a bird virus with harsh supernatural malevolence. It felt like I was on the right track  and thought it was good s ynchronicity  What that means ,  when I saw this statue. Therefore, I kept writing and added some of my trip to Machu Pichu to my new work. There is more to this that I will share with you later.  I have also been exploring ways in which zombies can be archetyped with drug addicts. Thus far in my fictional tale I have come up with a drug that that has similarities of krokodil link here for krokodil zombies  and bathsalt. You may remember the bathsalt zombie case from years ago link here  This fictitious drug also has Scopolamine  (Devil's Breath). link here   and ( tetrodotoxin) from

"Am I gonna die?" My body had chills. Felt like I had rocks in my calves. Was going out both ends. There were little black grainy particles coming out of me. The sign by the toilet in Spanish and English, "Water is not safe to drink." I been drinking from this sink for the passed couple days. I also drank from the Sacred Valley while I was in Ollantaytambo. I thought of a line from Bob Dylan's "Tombstone Blues" "You will not die, it's not poison."  Link to song Usually think I am indestructible until I get sick. Was eight in the morn. Free breakfast until nine. This was my last day to be in Peru. Plan was to get to the hot springs. Had been squirting since about five am. For breakfast I had fruits with yogurt milke and oat meal. Went back to my room. Was still coming out of me. I decided to rest until noon something. "Flashdance" link  was on the muted television. I laughed as I remembered that years ago I was working out

"Well I didn't come all this way for nothing. I've paid four thousand dollars to get here. That's about a thousand dollars per thousand miles from my home." Ten minutes prior I had gone through the bamboo gates to the Montana Machu Picchu. Many of us didn't know one another. We were from all around the world with adventurous hearts. We kept asking those who had come down passed us going up, "How much further is it to the top?" The stairs molded stone of the mountain were very steep and narrow. Few minutes earlier my heart was beating fast, and i was losing my breath, "My God I hope I don't have a heart attack and die up here. " Then I heard, a group of girls behind me talking about the same things I was experience. It was just altitude sickness. A couple from Australia told us that they came back down because the stairs got steep at almost a ninety degree angle. "Well I didn't come all this way for nothing. I've paid fo

“Comedy is catastrophe in hind site,” David Sullivan. “Have you read that article I gave you about Machu Pichu?” Momma asks me on our drive to Gulfport/Biloxi airport. “Yea.” I reply.  “ Cusco has got population of two hundred and fifty thousand. That’s twice the population of Gulfport .” I think she knew I was lying. I didn’t bother to read it. Think I have things under control. I was down; down in the Sacred Valley . Beautiful scenery it is. The streets aren’t paved with asphalt. There were large bricks in the road that stuck up two inches. Made the ride bumpy inside the city of Ollantaytambo . This was just the entrance of the city. It is rectangular shaped with restaurants, hostels, and shops. Shops bargaining food, drink, and authentic Peruvian goods (statues, clothing, and purses etc.).   Got conned out of sixty dollars to get here from Cusco . My fault for not knowing the exchange rate of US dollars to Solis. Have only forty dollars left. It’s kewl though,

Rationally I fathom, for the dead don’t haunt their graveyard plots. No. it’s the living leaving behind their emotions and their thoughts. The living that mourned. Ghost haunt where they died. They haunt places where they had the most energy-be it joy and angst. They haven’t gone to that “other side.” … and the living that see that other side…be it coincidence that some of em are abusing drugs and killing themselves? They call it hallucinations. What of those with mental illness? There is no way, for most, to be successful or live in this reality and see glimpses of “The Haunted Realm.” Evil forces prey on the inexperienced, the vulnerable. _______________________________________________________________________________ Never thought I’d get clean and sober in the US Army. When I went active duty, In January 1999, David and I were drunk out of our minds when the recruiter came for me. The recruiter had to hide me from all in the M.E.P.S. in  New Orleans . I was only having six

“Will this be my last time to do something for the first time?” I thought over and over again. This thought command split my thinking in two. One thought of how ridiculous this all is. There were warnings back in the time of teaching morals. We had After School Specials, link   commercials with frying eggs link to commercial  to warn us about drugs etc etc redundancy-fun to do bad thangs’. Great, guess I’ll just die now. The other thoughts are childlike. Captivated by bright color schemes meshing with darker ones of that framed picture on the wall, “This picture freaks me out dude,” then he’d talk about the faces in the clouds and shadows. He talked about it so much. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. It’s his fault. This is probably just my brain dying. What part  do I want to keep if I have a choice? Maybe it depends on what I think now. I must focus. “Did I do it right?” This isn’t the way I thought it would be. “I may

12-13-14 Ferguson was in our minds, racial tension was high across the nation. A small number of friends and family warned me that I might be putting myself in danger.  From my experience I have learned that it is better sometimes to find out for yourself-maybe that’s what living life is all about. I went anyway. Did my spoken word piece “TellMeVision.” performance After I was done they asked me to do another one. Wasn’t sure if I would or not. A comedian came to the stage talking about “white devils,” and how the black community should be responsible for themselves. I was amused because for a split second I noticed I was the only caucazoid in the house when he said, ‘white devils.’ I then became inspired. Did a piece I wrote years ago, “Children Of The Damned.” performance video Originally titled ”TOO POOR, TOO WAR BASTARD ”  Inherit the sun my child, our war has just begun.. WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED WITH A STRUGGLE NO ONE WANTS TO UNDERSTAND the last t