honea byrne

I've learned that you never know when that moment of greatness will come. It's a thing that is the result of discipline and perseverance. You may perform hundreds of times publicly, and practice hundreds of hours only to have the audiences that walk out when you start. You may have to wait for hours to perform. You may have to wait for minutes that seem like hours. You may have hecklers. You have those practices at home that sound awesome-then you go live and sound awful. You may play to no one in the audience. You may have only a handful in your audience. You may spend days working on a piece and be forgotten  because you don't appeal to the masses. Then, you have that moment. It maybe a few seconds, it may be less than five minutes. It's that moment when everything works. Like when you're jamming out a a Christmas gig and you create a sludge metal riff. Santa Clause is looking down, afraid to make eye contact because it sounds dark and heavy. I'll use th

Years ago, The Owner was locked away in Lousiana prison  1125137676, for selling his specialized Crystal Meth 'Revelation.' One day, The Owner being worried that he was not on God's good side sought confession ( he Sacrament of  Reconciliation  or  Confession)  with Reverend Lavert. The Reverend was remembering how hard, he thought, he had worked to serve God. He’d go from door to door asking others to come to his church service. Too many times, he’d hear voices from the other side of the door. They’d say things like, “There he is be quiet. Maybe he’ll go away.” “Doesn’t he know we go to a church much better than his?” On those times that they did answer, “We’re not interested,”-door slam. “What proof do you have that there is a God? If you want to tell me about Jesus; let me tell you about satan,” a twenty something year old answered the door, wearing a pentagram. “That’s just the devil,” he replied after listening to The Owner. “Is it? There was a new kid who ca

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You would bring up things. Like memories that she would rather not remember. This would cause her harm. You would be doing this selfishly. She already knows that you are selfish…’“ I think I’m ready to apologize to her,” Howard said. The response he thought he would hear was, “I agree. That would mend things and make y'all stronger. It’ll be like it was when y'all were dating.” Instead, “Okay.what else?” “I think I should also explain why I did what I did?” Howard was starting to second guess himself. Chris replied, “And why do you think you did what you did?” Howard could feel his anxiety rising. Sweat was beading on his forehead, as he remembered ... “Howard,” Chris finally ended the silence. Howard don’t think about it too much.” “What?” This was one of those situations that seemed to be beyond coincidence. Maybe it was. A general statement, “Don’t think about it too much,” could be used in countless scenarios. It brought Howard back to what they had been

Years ago: I became fascinated to see if there was a black majick side of drug and alcohol abuse. Through my research I found out some fascinating things. Such as, finding out that the key word of pharmacy is pharmakeia. Pharmakeia translates into 'witch craft.  The most impressionable thing I found was on a youtube video The 7 Principalities of Hell - Bacchus & Why People Suffer From Addictions?    The narrator of this video spoke of the god Bacchus. She pronounced it "Baghh-koos." The idea that evil things are so profoundly in plain sight in our culture became quite apparent to me.  People use many phrases and words having no idea what they actually mean.   Then I thought out scenes like a drunk meeting his demise, by mistakenly going to the rehab place known as The House of Bacchuss, instead of the restaurant 'The House of Bacchus.' Then i thought about a scene in Best Buy, ‘ What if someone watched inappropriate videos in Best Buy. Then I

I have been practicing guitar for thirty minutes a day, for four months now. I was inspired to practice every day, by a friend of mine who frequents the openmic at The Julep Room in Ocean Springs. He said he practices two hours a day. I reflected on my own practices and realized I may have been practicing an hour a week, Most of the time I practiced while watching television. I foolishly, only thought that I was just a terrible guitar player, and there was no hope.   It started off trying to learn Zakk Wyldes solo to Ozzy Osborne's  “No More Tears.” Then I started learning other cover songs during that thirty minutes. These songs were David Bowie’s “Heroes” Talking Head’s “Once In a Life time,” Social Distortion’s “Untitled,” and “When The Angel’s Sing,” Lynard Skynard’s “Simple Man,” and Bob Seger’s cover of “Trying to Live My Life Without You,” I also wrote poems. One of em’ I put chords to was “Making Something Beautiful Out of Something So Broken.”     About three wee

Years ago, The Owner was in prison, in a town only known by the numbers 1125137676. The prison was close to St. Francesville, Louisiana. His room mate Oliver only speaks ‘God talk’. Meaning that he only says biblical scriptures, and incoherent speech with the word Jesus, or Jehovah after every other word. They have been assigned to clean up the prison’s graveyard. On this particular day, Oliver was in pain from being assaulted by a prisoner, Isaac. The Owner was removing weeds from gravestones. After several minutes he noticed that he didn’t hear Oliver. “Oliver?” The Owner whispered to himself. “Where are you?” The Owner stood up saying it more like an order to whatever entity could be in the wind. After several minutes of looking, he found Oliver was kneeled in front of the statue of Jesus. The statue was covered with thorns and weeds. Jesus was in the middle of the graveyard. The Owner didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to help Oliver. He looked at the face of Je

Running. Well that’s not true. More like a steady jog. Gotta learn to pace myself, so that I don’t burn out. In life you gotta pace yourself so ya don’t burn out; and thus hate what you are doing. As well as, pacing myself so I don’t get sloppy, and or waste time. Consistency. How can I do things the most concise way and not waste my efforts-work smarter not harder. Today I have to go further than I went yesterday. What’s the point?  The point is…to remind myself, especially when I don’t think I can go any further, that I made it. I was able to do what I didn’t think I could do. I can use that in life situations. Before I close my eyes for counts of three to seven, while I breathe in though nose, then out of mouth, is there anything to get in my way. It’s going to look pretty strange when a dude running in the middle of Highway 51 gets hit by a car. Reminds me of when Martin Lawrence. Years ago he was running in the middle of streets ARTICLE ABOUT MARTIN LAWRENCE . I LIKE TO SCR

Years ago: “When in the darkness too long, does the darkness call you back. Does it follow you? Do the things unseen in the darkness want you to do their bidding?” The prison is outside rural area of St. Francesville, Louisiana. The address for the prison is just a few numbers. A few numbers that black Majicians consider powerful, 1125137676. The residents didn’t like the fact that the prison graveyard was the first thing tourist and residents saw when they came to town. They claimed it affected their tourism and local businesses. They took their disdain to the courtroom. In the hearing the prison higher ups agreed to pay a percentage to the town. In addition to that the prison agreed to make a beautiful garden. A garden would be what passerbyers would see. A garden that hid the graveyard on the prison grounds. The towns folk also protested at the quality of life of the inmates.  For years, they buried their dead in unmarked graves. About a decade ago, names started being put on the

God can be found in jails, psychiatric wards. In this latest chapter, one of the plots is seeking to be a better person. . One man, desperate to find a better way to live. He's in an environment, prison, where many would think it's too late for him to have a good life again. For once, he chooses to listen to one of those speaker's in AA, that has come to the jail. Slowly, but surely, he will realize the things that block him from doing God's will. Who is this man? He is The Owner of The House of Bachuss. The House is Haunted. ...ask him

Well, it may have been that fish that got away (that romance you didn't pursue). It may have been that financial opportunity you didn't take advantage of. It may have been__________. You should get the point by now. What's left to do then? Wallow in self-pity? Or do you keep living life to the fullest degree? My life could have been... Recently I performed a, 'What would be labeled as Spoken Word, piece. These things stated above is what I meant by the lines  Gave up before it happened so now I'm flagging for a ride hoping that whatever it was will come back again.  I was also making reference to those performers and artists who give up thinking they should be further along in the process of success. What is that success? Could it be like a high school popularity contest? I been doing this writing thang since I was around six years old. Been doing music seriously for about five years now. I've gone through the falling in love with myself for creating

“There’s a lever, a thought, that is pulled in the mind that tells us when we are doing something that we shouldn’t be doing. When using I learned to ignore that lever. That lever pulled can also be referred to as inhibitions. The counselor told me I had a problem. But I wasn’t having any of that. I told her I just enjoyed drinking.” Howard was now wiping the tears out of his eyes as he remembered the scene. A scene like it was watching someone else. Howard wondered if he had such a lever in his brain. Felicia patted him on the back, “It takes a while to get it back. We call it 'progress rather than perfection.’”     *** Whispers came through The Owner’s mind. Bringing him back to logic. The Owner was becoming familiar with another type of lever. One in which conscious familiar thought, a memory comes. He remembered the name ‘Beatrice’ he heard in junior high school. The teacher’s name was Misses Herring. She was overweight, and looked almost exactly l

Well, in a world of God's spells (Gospel), coincidences and things we should see-Are we spiritual beings having a human experience? Over the years, I've reflected, asked questions that can not be answered-many times, not yet. Or did I refuse to see? Family matters tend to repeat themselves. Is this life just how you feel about events? As well as how you respond in healthy or unhealthy emotional ways? They killed  Socrates with hemlock for asking such questions. Now uh days, daze, some many of us drink poisons voluntarily.  What's the point of it all? I think it lies somewhere in the premise of something I heard long ago, "Are you controlling situations or are situations controlling you?" Is the key to progress in investing your time into being better to fulfill yourself and thus society. Like going through uncomfortable events to get credentials to improve your financial status. Yes indeed I do believe that there are family curses that someone must take

Diligently, I have been taking action to follow my dreams. This passed week February 12, 13, 14, and 16th I have performed at 4 different openmics. I haven't seen anyone else do that. Tuesday was at Fenian's Pub. Wednesday was at Martin's. Thursday was at The Sonny Montgomery VA. Saturday was at Synergynights at The Med. Usually, I only do this many in one week when I'm on vacation from work. I just can't imagine not doing something to invest in my dreams. I have those times, like we all do, watching people do things, while sitting still. I am referring to watching television. In my case, it's watching internet. I don't think I'll be slowing down either. I'm gaining ground and momentum. Comically to me, the only thing I'm losing is my hair line. My lyric content is getting better. I'm not looking at the fret board when playing guitar, as much. I'm not buzzing on frets as bad as I once did. Lately, I've even been singing. It is v

click here for chapter 4 click here for Chapter 6 Flashback: CHAPTER 4 ( Causes and Conditions) Then he heard a fly buzz. He saw the fly on a single red light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling. The buzzing combined with the sound of white noise from the television set. There was a bare mattress, in the corner, had no sheets. Layers of dust, mildew, and stained spots of dark red. No one was in the room. “Where did he go?” He asked out loud, in a voice tone so commanding. He didn’t know why he sounded so commanding. “Okay, how can I help you, Sir?” By the door that leads to the next room, sat an attractive woman wearing a denim dress. She was seated behind a desk. He looked down at her. Then followed his eyes to her staring at the bed. On the bed she was straddled, on top of a man, having intercourse. Then the door opened and closed. An angry man stormed in, with a gun in hand. Shot her in the head. The man she was riding got up and ran out of the door. The macabre scen