Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sacred Heart

Lost within the blinding maelstrom
He will guide you through the fury
With each step you will grow stronger
Open up your heart


(Chorus)
Eternal light
From His Sacred Heart
Conquers the darkness that lies ahead
Eternal life
Bestowed upon us
He chose to die so we could live

Firestorm is raging fiercely
He is right there by your side
Your faith is all you can rely on
Open up your heart

Headlong against the hurricane
Your soul is always what’s at stake
He is your Savior from the whirlwind
Open up your heart


(Chorus)


Drowning in the sea of excess
One fork in the road always leads to Hell
Listen to the Word He told you
Open up your heart

Balance disturbed on the abyss
Follow Him and you’ll be saved
All you need, He has shown you
Open up your heart


(Chorus)




© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.

© 2012 Michael O'Connor.  All rights reserved.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Saturday Night Death

Livin’ in a van down by the river
Cocaine in my veins – alcohol in my liver
Caffeine and amphetamines get me by
But you’re laughing so hard it makes you cry

Ain’t got Jack Squat after the show
Just echoes of laughter from the front row
Everyone’s laughing – got to keep up the pace
Can’t look in the mirror ‘cause I’m a disgrace

Funny as hell, but goin’ there fast
Gotta get help or I’m not gonna last
These permanent shakes make me shiver
And I don’t like livin’ in a van down by the river


(Reprise)
Live from New York
It’s a Saturday Night Death
Laughin’ one moment
Dead in the next
Live from New York, it’s a Saturday Night Death


I’ll do anything when I’m in the spotlight
‘Cause Live from New York…It’s Saturday Night!
Applause is off the meter when I start my dance
High as a kite – I’m in a trance

Do whatever it takes so my star doesn’t fade
Grim Reaper’s got my number, I’ve got a Spade
Finally buried myself in a hotel in Chicago
Might as well have been in my van down by the river





© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O'Connor. All rights reserved.




Friday, September 28, 2012

The Organization

The loneliness of our society
It’s foundations are in instability
Sickness and anxiety
All in the name of common utility

Monitored, controlled, and regulated
The rigid rules we’ve always hated
Subordination through regulation
That is the source of our alienation

Where is the trust and understanding?
It’s just production that they’re demanding
Elaborate hierarchy lacking intimacy
Corporate goals with false philosophy



© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O'Connor. All rights reserved.

 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Guest Post: Glenn Ghiazza - untitled poem #1

six 'til midnight, burn to sleep
but bells to toll before I rest
this night, a signal note, that harks
of walls to breach and scale the keep

a path, ink dark, fraught with dread
a mist my vision sees so clear
that shape and shadow, indistinct,
can give no clue what lies ahead

the hearth behind, it calls to me
a siren song of memories warmth
to turn back now, solace a gift,
familiar sounds and windless lee

ignoring instincts, still unsure
upon a path unease to tread
with failure lurking every step
the dawn a notion, vague, obscure

and so this journey, ending veiled
regression not an option here
stagnation kills the verdant soul
so weep for those tried and failed

but slowly foot finds traction fast
and shadow offers smirking clues
oppression feeling soon in flight
as options stumble by so vast

the denouement a vagary still
the heart finds promise near at hand
endeavor worth the toil, I think
anticipation soon to thrill


© 2012 Glenn Ghiazza

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Guest Post: Glenn Ghiazza - Making Time vs. Finding Time to Be Creative

This is the first of what I hope will be many guest posts for my good friend Michael O’Connor’s new creative project. 

So, I have these creative impulses that I feel need to be expressed in some way… but, well, you know, I’m so busy, work is crazy, the kids practices and games never seem to stop and then there is all that housework and shopping and errands that need to be run, etc, etc, etc, and well, I’ll find time one of these days to shoot those photos I’ve wanted to take, or flesh out that short story or poem that has been swimming around in my head for weeks now and get it down on paper, or figure out the notes and chords for that music I keep hearing in the back of my brain, or maybe I’ll put some watercolors on canvas and paint that scene I constantly see in my mind.  Sound familiar?

The fact of life is there just aren’t enough hours in the day, are there?  ClichĂ©, sure, but oh, so true.  And that’s a dilemma, at least for those of us with grand ambitions of doing creative things.  Why?  Because the creative act takes time.  Depending on how you choose to express yourself it can be a real grind to translate that vision in your head into something tangible you can share with others.  The idea that a flash of inspiration leads to a feverish burst of activity and voilĂ , creative perfection - well, it just doesn’t work that way most of the time (unless you are the reincarnation of Amadeus Mozart).

So how do you find time to be creative with all the other demands on your time?  The simple answer is - you don’t!  Meaning you don’t FIND the time, you MAKE the time.  Big difference there.    Making the time means making creativity a priority in your life.  It means giving up some other leisurely (and maybe not so productive) pursuits to spend some time really expressing yourself.  If you’ve got any creative impulses at all, this should be a priority.  If you’ve got anything to say or share with the world, eventually you’ll find that not doing so is simply not an option if you want to lead a fulfilling life.  For any creative act is really about sharing a part of yourself and the more you share with others, the more you get back and the richer your life becomes. 

Now, I’m not an expert on this.  In fact this is a concept I have struggled with my whole life.  It’s only lately I’ve come to the realization that if I don’t start making creativity a priority, if I don’t start MAKING time for my creative pursuits, that I will end up with too many things left unsaid and undone and unshared when it’s all over.  Our time here is short, and some of us take a little while longer to realize this than others.  If you’ve already figured that out, well, good for you!  You’re already two steps ahead of the game.  Personally, I feel like I’m two steps behind at this point. 

So, I’ve finally identified what needs to be done, even if it only took me half a century… almost.  I’ve finally come to accept that I am not immortal and if I don’t get off my ass and make the time to start shooting and writing and everything else I want to do, I’ll be on my deathbed some day wishing I had. 

So now what?  How do I actually go about MAKING time to do these things?  I’m still figuring that out but I’ve got some ideas.  My main creative pursuit these days is photography.  As of right now, I haven’t taken a picture in weeks.  Why?  The rational side of my brain says I’ve been too busy.  But that irrational, crazy side of my brain is telling me that’s all bullshit and just an excuse.  Which is right?  I’m thinking I need to start listening to that crazy side of the brain.  Okay, the ‘I’m busy’ excuse is bullshit.  Let’s plan a little.  I shoot a lot of scenic photography.  There is this thing called the ‘Golden Hour’.  It’s right around sunrise or sunset.  The sun is low on the horizon and filtered through the atmosphere more so you get those golden glows and soft, warm light.  I can’t always guarantee I can be available to shoot at sunset time.  But you know what?  I’m not at work when the sun rises.  No excuse not to be out there shooting when the sun comes up, is there?  Except for the fact that I have never been a morning person.  I am the antithesis of a morning person.  I don’t hit my stride until we are in the PM hours and I have at least about 60 - 80 ounces of coffee in me.  So now it comes down to a choice.  Is that extra hour or two of sleep worth more than making some really cool photographs?  In the past it may have been, but I don’t think so any more.  Time to set the alarm and get my ass out of bed. 

That is just one example but it can apply to anything.  Want to write?  Get up early or stay up late.  “There’s plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead”.   Heard that one before?  Maybe it’s true.  Will your ass be dragging for a bit?  Probably.  Will you care when you’ve got a poem or story to publish, something you can share?  Probably not.  I think you’ll be glad you did.

Bottom line - if you are on this website and reading this blog you are creative in some way.  If you aren’t already making the time to be creative then start now - make the time!  No excuses.  Time is short, even if you don’t realize it yet.  As for me, I’ve got to get up early, there are photos to shoot.



EDITOR'S NOTE:  Glenn Ghiazza is the founder and creative spark behind Saxophotography

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

EVOL

Love – What is it for?
It causes much more pain than any other war
Love – Can it last?

Or is it just a trigger to the final blast?
Love – It’s all the same
It’s nothing more than stupid lies in a foolish game
Love – It’s not for me
But still I get caught up in it
Why can’t I see?



 (Chorus)
And so it goes from day to day and it never ends
Love cuts a wound in me while another mends

Why won’t it stop? – Will it never cease?
If love is beauty
Then what is the beast?



Love – It’s all for naught
Some never lose but have they really fought?
Love – It’s a wicked curse
Is there anything in life that is worse?
Love – Or is it hate?
They are so similar – I find them hard to separate
Love – It’s not for me
But still I get caught up in it
Why can’t I see?





© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O'Connor.  All rights reserved.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Wall St.

From a river to a graveyard
It’s the path you have to take
But it’s more than a narrow passage from deep water to deeper earth
And by the time the journey’s through, you’ll find out what you’re worth

The trip begins at the water’s edge
Can’t walk upon it yet
The gauntlet lies ahead of you
Built from other’s regrets

Deception and greed lurk at every turn
So take care to watch your step
The lessons you’ll be forced to learn
Prepare you for the test

Halfway from the river is halfway to the graveyard
From where you are you can’t see either
But though the way was clearly defined
You failed to keep your head above the flood line

And so you reach the journey’s end
Still not far from the river’s bend
From the river, the prospects were stupendous
Beneath the tombstone, the legacy is horrendous
It started with such promise, but ended up so hollow
From the river to the graveyard is the path you chose to follow
The deeper earth has swallowed you
And now the deep water is out of view



© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O’Connor.  All rights reserved

Friday, September 21, 2012

Equity Trader

Can you feel the adrenaline rush?
Feel the power pumping through your veins?
Taste the warmth as your luck runs flush
Somebody's loss is your fortuitous gain
So deal all day until the next sunrise
And just keep pokin' out somebody's eyes

Can you feel your pulse quicken with greed?
Feel the pressure of your heart explode?
Smell the sweetness of the foul seed
Another's misfortune is paving your road
So add to your pile without remorse
The dollar's almighty as a matter of course

Can you feel your palms sweaty with fear?
Feel the panic grip your inner core?
Hear the last echo of your cash disappear
Your foolhardy risk is rewarded no more
So what goes around finally comes around
Money evaporates without making a sound



© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O'Connor.  All rights reserved.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Facing Death

Suddenly separated
Torn wide asunder
Covenants violated
Chaotic wonder

Irrational consequence
Born of intention
Indelible evidence
Of divine intervention



© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O'Connor.  All rights reserved.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Ann's Song

I'm not askin' for much
Beyond the warmth of your touch
And with some help
From the heavens above
Gonna hitch a ride
On the wings of a dove
'Cause all I need is
Faith, Hope, & Love

I wouldn't ask you again
Except I'm wondering when
And with some help
From the desire within
I'll fly to places that I
Haven't already been
On the wings of a dove
To Faith, Hope, & Love

Now I'm here askin' you
Grab my hand, pull me through
And with some help
From the strength inside
We'll hold on tightly
As we take a ride
On the wings of a dove
To Faith, Hope, & Love


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael O'Connor.  All rights reserved


 
 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Close My Eyes

I close my eyes
To escape the pain
In the corner that I'm curled

I close my eyes
To slip into my own world


(Chorus)
In here
It's safe
From chaos
Raging
All around

In here
I'm calm
My heart
Beating
With no sound


I close my eyes
To hide the tears
Behind a smile

I close my eyes
To slip away for just a while

(Chorus)

I close my eyes
To search for peace
In a place that's hard to find

I close my eyes
And slip into my own mind

Outside
The wind
Is howling
And
I'm afraid

But in here
It's safe
From chaos
Raging
All around

In here
I'm calm
My heart
Beating
With no sound


(Fade)
Close my eyes
Just to slip away
Gonna close my eyes
And slip away
To a better place



© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.

© 2012 Michael O'Connor.  All rights reserved.



Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Irregularity

My Abnormality
Is reminding me
Of my own Mortality

And it’s Totality
Is blinding me
To the harsh Reality

                                    That I won’t live forever
                                    That I’m gonna die

My Anomaly
Is rewinding me
By some Technicality

And it’s Modality
Is unwinding me
To a remote Locality

                                    Maybe I’ll live forever
                                    Perhaps I’ll never die

My Morality
Is binding me
To my own Fatality

                                    I didn’t live forever
                                    I’ve already died


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Introduction Interruption

Hi everybody and welcome to The Twilight Blue blog!  This introduction is late by design.  For the past week or so, I've been posting one of my "works" without any commentary or a Profile of another artist I admire. To date, the selections include:

The Twilight Blue
Words

and the Profiles include:

Jennifer O'Connor
Glenn Ghiazza

So far, the selections have been poems but eventually will include what are intended as song lyrics.  Every selection that gets posted is copyrighted as noted and accordingly, the rights are reserved.  If you'd like to reprint something, or possibly compose music for one of the lyrics, please contact me in advance to discuss and obtain permission. 

I typically won't offer any commentary with any of my works I post.  I like the piece to be open to the interpretation of the reader.  My writing style is often intentionally obscure for that exact reason. But I'll gladly discuss my motivations and meanings in the comment section with anyone who wants to engage me. I'm also hoping for some constructive critique.  Many selections still need some polishing and I'm particularly inept at revision of my poems/lyrics.  Thankfully, I've got some other talented people surrounding me that are gifted in that respect.

I am passionate about my writing. I write for no other reason than my own personal satisfaction and enjoyment.  This blog is intended as an outlet to share my creations with others in the hope they too can derive personal satisfaction and enjoyment...and maybe even become inspired to find and develop their own creative energy.  When that happens, I'm hoping that The Twilight Blue may be able to provide an outlet for other people's work as well.  The Profiles are an attempt to share with you other sources of inspiration beyond just me.

At some point, you can expect to see other writing forms, such as short story or novel excerpts, appear.  Additionally, I'll likely initiate an occasional discussion on some aspect of writing.

Tomorrow, September 11th, this blog will be dark but please take the opportunity to review posts you may have missed, or interact with me by sharing a comment.  Thanks for coming on the journey!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Profile: Glenn Ghiazza


Glenn Ghiazza is my longtime friend, and founder of Saxophotography.  From the philosophy tab on his website,
“Photography is a passion.  My passion.  It’s about creativity and inspiration.  It’s about trying to see the world in a different light.  At a different angle.  With a different point of view.  Looking for the small details that make up the big picture.  Capturing a moment in time.  It’s about creating something you can share – like cooking a good meal or writing a beautiful piece of music – and bringing a little bit of joy and wonder to all who share in the experience.”

Glenn’s a unique, multi-talented guy.  I’ve known him for more than 20 years, and still he’s an enigma.  That “different angle” he refers to is an angle all his own that he created.  Like his own words suggest, he’s passionate.  But he’s also passionate about the details, no matter what he’s doing, which I think is what makes him exceptionally interesting. 
As Twilight Blue becomes better established, I’m hopeful we’ll be able to spotlight more of his creative work.  For now, please check out Saxophotography’s website to appreciate his newest creative endeavor, time-lapse photography.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Fringe

Battle at the fringe
Where dark turns to light
And wrong becomes right

Out at the fringe
Everything’s gray
Destiny lingers if you’re not in the way

Step lively at the fringe
Where souls are lost and won
But what happens there cannot be undone

Out at the fringe
Battle rages from both sides
Never as fierce as when worlds collide

Battle at the fringe
Circumstances confuse
Lines diverge – Time to choose!


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Friday, September 7, 2012

No Title

Parallel life in an upside-down world
Different objectives, different perspectives
Into oblivion
I’m hurled

Two halves of the whole pried apart by design
Similar intention, similar retention
Toward my destiny
Serpentine

Divine intervention o'er the conquering hoard
Absolute clarity, absolute purity
Into eternity
I’m poured

© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Better Self

My better self is locked inside
Each escape has been denied
Despite the fact that I’ve relied
Upon my faith to turn the tide
Of evil feelings that won’t subside
And though my heart is open wide
The painful scars from tears I’ve cried
Are in plain view and cannot hide
From evil eyes that always spied
I fear my better self has died
But my soul is shrinking from its pride
The Grace of God will now decide
To whom allegiance is allied
And lift the burden of worries sighed
The evil, vanquished, starts to slide
From where it’s chosen to reside
And frees my better self to abide


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

(additional writing credit Catherine Pedersen)

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Untitled #12

Retribution
For the sins of the father
That’s what the prophet said

Salvation
For the soul of the sinner
When he finally drops dead

Absolution
For the crimes of our children
Who were punished instead



© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Graveyard

There’s a graveyard
On the mountain
Filled with bodies from the past

It’s ironic
That the markers
Remind us we won’t last

They were erected
With the purpose
To remember those that died

But each time
That I go by one
It might as well be mine


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Words

Words
Keep filling up my head
When I try to go to bed
These Words
Keep flooding up my mind
But the right ones I can’t find
Words
Invading on my time
Forced to try to make them rhyme

Words
I cannot stop to rest
Until I find the very best
The perfect Words
To sound sincere
And at the same time cavalier
Words
Bombard me from all sides
Between the lines somewhere I’ve lied

Words
The weapon of my choice
Feel the pain as I rejoice
Words
To tell you how I feel
Or sometimes just to make a meal
Words
To sharpen the attack
Unable to take them back

In the end
They’re just Words


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Profile: Jennifer O'Connor

A young talented writer has recently emerged on the public scene. College of Saint Rose freshman, Jennifer O’Connor has been blogging for The Times Union newspaper in Albany, NY for the past year.  The majority of that blogging occurred on the High School blog but she has since moved on to write for the This Is College!? blog.  Her most recent post is Behemoths Will Fall.
Jen has a natural writing style that’s quite easy to read and enjoy. Her sense of humor is evident in most of her posts and it’s clear she doesn’t take herself too seriously. Some of her past posts among our favorites include Flipping the Bird, Chamelio Estivez, and Sanity Extraction. None of these fail to elicit amusement and all demonstrate Jen’s knack for clever, light-hearted writing.  But Jen is equally capable of getting serious as evidenced in her posts about the damage caused by Hurricane Irene or the important contributions of the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk. All of Jen’s blogging is expertly complimented by her photography and video skills.   
I’ve had the distinct pleasure and privileged opportunity to have been exposed to her other creative gifts as well. Jen is a fine sculptor and burgeoning musician.  It is my high hope that we’ll eventually be able to provide a forum for her work in those fields.  For now, I believe she is truly a writer and artist worth keeping an eye on. I encourage you to check out her work.

Author Jennifer O'Connor's This Is College!? blog posts
Author Jennifer O'Connor's High School blog posts

Saturday, September 1, 2012

The Twilight Blue

The calm settles in and the peace takes hold
As the day winds down and the night unfolds
You can feel the enveloping hue
Of the Twilight Blue

As the blue leaks out and the black seeps in
The day surrenders and the night starts to win
You can hear whispers calling to you
From the Twilight Blue

The exchange evokes a strange lament
Black consumes as the blue relents
And serenity slips away
With the Twilight Blue


© 2006 O’Connor Bros. All rights reserved.
© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.