honea byrne

Way back in the Summer of 2009, when the heat index was around a hundred and ten degrees, I would jog seven miles, from Clarksdale to Hopson Plantation.  I kept in mind, that if I was to pass out from heat exhaustion, or suffer a heat stroke, people probably would not find me for days. There were countless times, when I had to dig for the endurance and determination to make it.  There was a time, with aid of #TonyRobbins #GetTheEdge Course, when  I had come to the point where I had to take an action to immediately to do what I wanted to do. I chose to be a musician. Yet there was one problem I had little guitar skills. I was frightened to go up on that Ground Zero stage and perform. Even worse I had really negative thoughts plaguing me. It made the stage fright that had not even happened worse. I would think to myself such self-destructive things like, "What would they say? They would criticize me. I could never go out again with the horrible criticism. People are going to laugh a

My piece "Haunted River" that I performed at the online openmic (#ShelterNplay in  Eureka  California) is very interesting and foreshadowing. The lyrics were inspired  from April 2009,  I would sit at the banks of the Sunflower River, in Clarksdale Mississippi, with papers in hand. Written on these papers were some awful thoughts. Dreadful things that hold one back from enjoying life. The subject matter was from ways people had done me wrong, the way I would feel in certain situations, and things that happened to me. Than  I would burn these papers to cleanse myself.  On Saturday, April 23, 2016, I returned to visit friends in Clarksdale. I made sure to go to the Sunflowe River banks. That night, I had an openmic, at #SynergyNights in Jackson Mississippi.  I began to write the lines, of a spoken word piece I called "Haunted River."\  On a Friday July 17, 2020, I decided to revisit  "Haunted River".  The host gives a challenge to write a song on a topic of