Observed into Words
Just sayin'–My writings that aren't songs

It’s getting to that time when we are wearing at least 3 layers and so many of us in NY are asking why we don’t live on the West Coast.  I wear flatter shoes more often so I can walk quickly and my long long down to the ankles white down sleeping bag coat–one of [...]

I was stuck in traffic a few nights before Christmas some years ago. I was stresed and annoyed and flipped around on the radio stations in exasperation until a bell chime and a held note caught my ear.  It was magical and beautiful.  I was introduced to Mahalia Jackson’s take on Silent Night.  It is [...]

Honesty By J. Diels c.2009 There’s something to be said for honesty So why is it such a rare commodity Even the good can’t always be Up front and brutal with Truth It’s almost a selling point To tell the truth You’ll win me over I’ll find it charming, quaint, refreshing, brave Bold Do we [...]

So, it’s been 3 months that I haven’t watched TV. Mid-May, I finally let it go after talking about it for …years.   I can’t say I am a million times more productive, but I feel a lot better.  I am more productive. I have been reading more too. I have lots of praise for [...]

Layers was written a while back, stuck in the idea of memory images, perhaps exacerbated by many sense memory exercises in acting class, which I was in at the time. The layers to sadness Overwhelm Identified as the result of Memory But it’s also that one too And another and another There are so many [...]

I’m in the process of transcribing a lot of my poems and lyrics.  The one I’m in now is from a few years back.  A time capsule of where I was including the space of  having trouble with a difficult friend: Drain c. ‘04 By J. diels You just drag me down And it’s hard [...]

Looking through some older poetry as I choose songs for recording this summer, I am seeing where I was: Stroll on Egg Shells By J. Diels c. 2004 Strolling on egg shells Knowing any moment it can all go to hell So we dance any way to skirt the issue Push an envelope thin as [...]

PERIPHERY I tried too hard so it all fell to pieces Scratching and clawing No room left for breathing One track mind Turned a blind eye to answers on breezes Blowing right by but I could not see So focused was I on the struggle before me I lost sight of all the options in [...]