I am RAGE against the machine. I am the voice off their muted lips that this world will hear. Because I heard the words come out of Gandhi and I'm becoming the change I want to see in the world.
I entered the music indie scene in the 80's and never looked back but I am not afraid to shake my body, the rhythm flows in my blood. And just as much, I am not one to shy away from expressing myself, physically, mentally, or emotionally but I do have coy tendencies.
I am an 80's child, built with the memories of the Cold War, wondering how will I ever suvive a nuclear attack from underneath my own desk? Watching 'Who's the Boss' and having something prop up my jaw waiting for Alyssa and I go gegt out of high school and run away together. Watching Mtv, when it actually meant MUSIC television. Bypassing VH1 because I'll never give in to the older generation, yet sadly, these days I gladly choose VH1 over Mtv. I come from the generation that gladly wore parachute pants, or rolled my jeans. When jean jackets were excessive and the smell of Aqua Net was stronger than the flowers in spring.
Everything becomes me.
I failed to reach the stars when all around I was told I'd be there one day. I failed my parents. I failed in becoming a man. I am a man today because of my previous commitment to the military. Yet life happens, the shades of black and greys took over. My soul became a zombie.
This began in 2000, a man trying to revive a zombiefied soul. And through the frozen breath of my existence I emerged to see the colors of the world. I walked the path to find my corner of the world. Yet inside me raged the fury of desire to change the world but bound by the leash of content. My own dreams has not provided the fulfillment of my soul. In a selfish act to achieve my own desires I came to realize I have a "voice". But bound by this leash, I was.Destiny has power but it's not just up to destiny as everyone has their own soul to steer. I was one of the lucky ones. I had a rebirth.This is the story of how I became me and the journey I'm on. When the final ash of my existence praises it's glory to the stars. All the titles I've ever held or will hold, it's the title 'Dad' I'll cherish most. firstname.lastname@example.org
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