honea byrne

In loving memory of Fred Holmes (September 5, 1948-November 4, 2016). #electionnight #Trump #PresidentofUnitedStates   I do not own the rights to Batman. DC comics does.  When I think of it now, when I think about it after it happened, and when I think about it while it was happening, it reminds me of the Batman R.I.P . Batman was tortured, lost his mind, unable to fight insurmountable odds until he mumbled a phrase that was buried in his subconscious mind. The Batman said “Zur-en-arrh.” Then he was unstoppable.  Add caption                     It’s not so illogical that something inside of self can be brought out by a word or an action. There was a moment of strength, confidence, when I did something, I didn’t think I could do. I am not sure whether it was by self-will, or some manifestation of thought, that gave me the strength to meet the challenge in trying times. As we...

  interference (C) 2020 #openmic #synergynights I keep sitting in the front because I'm closest to the stage. Also I don't see the crowd behind me.  So damn nervous. I learned though, I have to keep going. Have to keep doing this because this is what I do. I perform my works because I have to keep the dream alive.  I get up there. Maranda J. introduces me. And before I even get a word out someone from the crowd yells, "Get him off the stage." Damn. Already. Good thing I have been reciting this piece for days. Eventually, it will be like second nature. I do the first stanza, and notice all the happy couples. Damn, maybe I should quit this. It's stopping my chances of living that real good life. Big house, picket fences, kids playing in the yard. Who am I kidding? That dream expired long ago-there i go again. Need to start not being soh pessimistic. It'll come around-always does traveling at the 'Speed of Thought.'  I have to use the voice inside. That v...

 September 23, 2017 the stars aligned in a particular way. It made reference to a biblical prophecy. Specifically, the first  two verses of  Revelation 12 .  Wiki article about it   The passage in the  Book of Revelation   12:1 - 3  describes "a woman clothed with sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth." ( NIV ). [2]   Thus, I was inspired to write, "There's A New Star Coming." I performed it at SynergyNights Openmic at The Med in Ridgeland Mississippi.   When I write a piece like this I prefer to have meaning and depth. I like to create universal hooks (things everyone can relate).  Perform ance link ] In the following sentences I address some thoughts behind the lines of this piece.  Is this the end? Once I heard someone say, 'One day I stopped running from hell. But hell kept going.' Many thought I was talking about...

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 t...

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 on 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. Then  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...

...then there are some songs that are created by trying to learn cover songs. One day around three years ago, I decided I wanted to learn Poison's "Every Rose has its Thorn." After all, that's a great crowd pleaser. I wasn't at patient enough to learn it on guitar.. I laugh, as I write this, thinking about how it's one of those cheesy heart break songs. One of those songs you listen to over and over again. thus carrying the angst longer than you should. I remember twenty years ago, when I'd think I was playing it on a kids keyboard that one of my friend's gave me. I drank a lot. An in the meantime, the days go on and you find yourself. Find yourself able to want to live life again to the fullest. Yet,unable to because you have a fear of being hurt again. I looked into the audience and wondered how many more were out there trying to fill that part they think is missing. Then the hook verse came, "I been watching all these crazy things you say and...

...an I revisit songs that  I wanted to learn to play, but I wasn't at that guitar playing skill level. Well, more truthfully, I didn't take time to learn some songs because I didn't want to face the emotions associated.  Years ago, I had the Neil Young cassette in my car tape deck playing the song "Out of the Blue Into the Black" while my friend, Ed, and I were getting breakfast from Burger King. Hours later, we would be on a bus going to the pentagon (911). We were in the US Army,  the 54th Quartermaster company. Our job was to care for the dead. I slowly practice strums going to the c chord to the e, to the a, end on the f chord as  I sing the verse to the Neil Young song, "...and once you're gone you can't come." Eighteen years ago, most of us had never done our military jobs in a real life. The Pentagon clean up effort, known as 'Operation Noble Eagle.' Many of us have ptsd from that experience, and also from the wars that foll...