You tighten your noose around my neck

Every time I look back and start to reflect

On all of my battles to earn your respect

Then you moved in to start tying the rope

That would hang me high from the gallows of hope.


I sit in your cell and remember the night

That you had begun to tie the noose right

By manipulating me with your midnight delight

Thereby loading your guns and throwing your rope

That would have me swinging from the gallows of hope.


When you came to retrieve me from that cell

You walked me back to the place where I fell

Weak in the knees to your soul-binding spell

And strung me up high from the your steel-encased rope

Then left me to dangle from the gallows of hope.


You used to say that everything was fine

You always came to me and said you were mine

All-the-while feeding me the lies on your line

That was added to the cable to lengthen the rope

Where I danced in the wind on the gallows of hope.


Somewhere in the darkness are shadows abound

And sometimes I feel you when you’re not around

Now that my breathing doesn’t make too much sound

My blood is left dripping down the knots of the rope

That keeps me tethered to the gallows of hope.


You and I never seemed to be more than a dream

Sometimes, in the end, things are more than they seem

But now I am choked so that I can’t even scream

Because your hands are still pulling hard on the rope

That strangles me on the gallows of hope.


I look down at you without much surprise

I watch as my life now drains through your eyes

And you cry haunted tears of blood and despise

That supply all the fabric for your poisonous rope

That injects me with death on the gallows of hope.


One thing is for sure about what I have learned

That trust is a spark that leaves someone burned

This I found out once the love tide had turned

Washing me up still tangled in rope

That hanged me and drowned me on the gallows of hope.


In the end I could see what your heart was about:

Deceit and destruction and black shadows of doubt

Too bad it’s too late for me to get out

For I am now one with your heartstring rope

That has made me a ghost on the gallows of hope.




We run this cycle ragged, turning over and over again

Fast along the tide and so hard against the wind

We’re waiting on the angels to come give us a ride

On their beating wings of time with a future on the side

Standing in the shadows, staring down a cliff

Hand in hand, eye to eye, we can’t help but wonder if

We went ahead and jumped blindly now, would we ever fly

Or does this mountain top we’re on loom much too high?

Is there a road that winds up to a greater peak

So we can fall head over heels whenever we feel weak?


When time is running short and the night is growing long

We explore dark corridors to find where we belong

With our arms outstretched, our fingers find only air

Because no matter where we reach, nothing’s ever there

We are on our own, there is no one who cares

About our broken feet that struggle up the stairs

But we have each other, so I know we will make due

You can rely on me as long as I can count on you

It will take both our hearts if we’re to survive it all

And we will land head over heels if we ever fall.


Now, we’re running down the mountain looking for the streams

We see beaches flooded out and buried in our dreams

Stopping short, we stare at a world that seems so far

Away and out of reach, lit by the glow of falling stars

We can feel the tension and we can taste the glory

As we hope for triumph by the ending of our story

Maybe love is a passing thought that glides through our minds

Or maybe it is destiny beyond dividing lines

My musing is disrupted by the winter and its chills

So I travel back to summer and fall head over heels.


This way is the only way we know how to fall

Erotic whispers, desperate screams, are the only ways we call

From far beyond the hills where we ran so far away

Have those words slipped your mind, forgotten for the day?

No matter where your footsteps go, I am sure to follow

Through the lands of ruin or through the burning hollow

They are places we have danced, we have slept, and we have shared

Down the rivers of your skin and the forests of your hair

I have been all over you and I love the way it feels

Just another reason that I have fallen head over heels.


We fall head over heels beneath the rains of spring

By the passing of the seasons, by the anthems that we sing

The kiss upon the lips–the devil’s kiss that burns

With the fires of romance and every tide that turns

Use that flame to cauterize the deep wounds in my soul

For I will give you faithfulness if you never let me go

Down this road we walk, from here to forever on

My sun will always shine on you, at midnight and at dawn

These vows are sacred, my blood is mixed with the mortar that seals

Each one I have spoken, talking head over heels.


We now run across the prairie of the dead and broken hearts

Into the valley of vanished dreams where all the sorrow starts

This frontier is a wilderness that lovers dare not travel

Because the tangled mysteries of love out here cannot be unraveled

They are better left untouched because they will leave you mad

Wandering an endless maze, blind, broken, crazy, and sad

I don’t want to be a stranger trekking through the night in danger

I prefer to walk with you if I am going to be a ranger

I suppose that’s why I’m out here now, lost in the night with you

We have fallen head over heels and there’s nothing we can do.


Let the hot winds pick the burning skin from our quaking bones

Let them throw our lustful bodies against the jagged stones

If I could fill this chasm between us with all I know

About lust and sex, hate, love, and death, it would surely overflow

And all our times spent here alone would never be gone

Through misty twilights into midnights and to the cracking dawn

You and I and everything that is silent standing still out here

Are wrapped up in a steaming blanket with my arms to keep them near

The only thing that is more eternal than us here is the sky

I hope we fall hard, head over heels, before we finally die.


You know, I don’t give a crap about or know anything about Pokemon. But you know what? I’d much rather hear about that game than all of the mundane, boring bullshit I constantly hear about sports. At least making Pokemon took creativity on the behalf of those who created it. It’s not just a bunch of people obsessing over a ball, running up and down a field or court, doing the same thing over and over and over, just like they have for decades.

By the way, it’s no more childish to like Pokemon than it is to tie your emotions into some athletic competition. At least Pokemon players aren’t out there fighting with people over “their team” so much to the point that it results in violence, job loss, jail time, cars being flipped, and the burning of entire neighborhoods.

You might think of Pokemon players as nerds and geeks and dorks or whatever, but at least they’re not brainless morons barbarically beating the shit out of each other and their communities over something that they’re not even involved in.

Hell, at least they are actually playing the damn game, not just sitting at home bitching at the TV because somebody messed up a play.

Give it a rest.


Maybe all this violence in the world is tantamount to a disease running its course in a person. We can blame Liberals, Conservatives, Muslims, Christians, whites, blacks, immigrants, but the truth is that it’s just humanity that’s fucked up. The problem isn’t one specific group, the problem is us. We have too much greed and hate and prejudice in our minds, and most of us are just indifferent to the troubles and pains of others–a lot of us are the same way to ourselves, which is why we poison our minds and bodies and homes and environments. We don’t care. Why don’t we stop pretending we do? Some of us do. Some of us truly do. That’s why we get angry at all the people who don’t care. But, sadly, most people just simply don’t care no matter how much they say they do.

Ban guns or allow them; ban prejudice or allow it; help the poor or don’t; nothing will change until we decide to just be better people at heart. Actions mean nothing if they’re done just to make other people think you’re a good person. You have to actually think like a good person. Is it really that hard? Is it that hard to give a shit about people and believe that we should be a society concerned with everyone having the opportunity to live the way they see fit? Or do we really need to argue that one way is better than the other, or one group deserves more than the other, or people are better if they have more money, or are better looking, or smarter, or more talented, or can build a bridge, fix a toilet, drive a car, read really well, do math, or go to church, or whatever other bullshit reason we use to identify a class we think should rule, and keep these arguments up until they keep escalating into mass shootings, exploding trucks, and pipe bombs being dropped on mass public gatherings?

It’s all nonsense people. It’s plain fucking bullshit and it’s just stupid. Blame whoever you want. But, if you’re blaming one group for everything all the time, you’re just adding to the problem. It’s not cops or terrorists or the poor or the rich, it’s humanity. It sucks and it’s flawed. No matter who’s in charge. If they don’t care about humanity, then the empire will fall.

It’s plain and simple.



The Lady in Lace is a local Shepherdsville legend that reports the apparition of a woman wearing a white, possibly turn-of-the-century style gown that extends all the way to the floor, can be seen walking up the courthouse steps behind people. The way the incident is descried is that as one ascends the steps towards the second floor, the ghost can be seen just out of the corner of your eye, and when you turn, she is gone.

 A cleaning lady reported to have seen a woman’s reflection in the glass of a door down a short hallway one night while she was cleaning up. When she turned to see who was behind her, no one was there. There is also a longer hallway in the building a lot of people feel apprehensive about going down, as if some negative energy wards them off. One night, while we investigated the Old Stone Jail just outside the building, we caught a picture that happened to show the lighted first floor of the courthouse in the background, and what appeared to be a person standing inside. Though the image is extremely blurry, it does resemble another person. I was assured by an employee who works in that building that no one should have been in there passed 5pm, and this was closer to 10pm.

Interestingly enough, no one can pin down her origins. Shepherdsville has been rife with tragedy through the decades and it leaves many questions open as to where she could have possibly come from, or what keeps her hanging around. Is she a straggler from the old forgotten graveyard nearby either whose body was disturbed from the floods, or whose grave was violated by the vandals that used to strike the grounds? Is she connected to the courthouse itself, the grounds it stands on, or to something that is held there? Was her death a tragic one somewhere in town? Or is she just residual energy that finds itself eternally stuck wandering the steps of the second edition of the Shepherdsville courthouse?

 There are a few events that could link her somehow to the area, one being a shooting that took place long ago on the steps of the courthouse, when court cases were still held in that building. No one was killed, but who knows if she was somehow the catalyst for the event. The catastrophic train wreck of 1917 that killed 48 people and injured many more could be what keeps her in limbo around Shepherdsville. Maybe she was one of the slain, or close to somehow whose life ended that night. Maybe she’s the woman who was the cause of a local murder between a prominent doctor, his father, and a druggist who did not do time for the crime and mysteriously disappeared soon after. It is also possible that she was a victim of one of Shepherdsville’s many infamous floods. Often, after these floods, in the older days, outbreaks of dysentery would arise, killing some of the people who lived around the flooded area.

What I find intriguing about the latter is that this water-damaged photo was found in a church basement after a flood. No one knows who the subject is, but as you can see, she is wearing a long, light-colored gown that travels all the way to the floor. This picture now sits in the Bullitt County History Museum seeking someone who knows the lady’s identity.

 Many years ago, the children in town used to sit across the street at dusk and look for the local legend to appear in the second-story windows of the courthouse, hoping to see her through the shadows that gathered there near twilight as the orange sinking sun was reflected in the glass. None have really said if they ever saw her, but maybe this picture is the Lady in Lace, or maybe not. But, it is an interesting piece of Shepherdsville folklore that we discuss on our tour.




A lot of people anticipating the world coming to an end

When I think that it has barely even gotten a chance to spin

Everything has been chaos almost from the very start

Asteroids, global winters, wars, and hateful hearts

If it’s really carnage that is meant to rule the Earth

Then every person has been claimed on their day of birth

It doesn’t take long for the wicked to prevail

But they don’t come as a serpent with forked-tongue or tail

They look just like you and I without clues in their eyes

This is why everything that’s born eventually goes and dies.


We are born on the brink of destruction

Our first word should be goodbye

We grow up on the edge of disaster

We all walk closer to the day we die

We reach the cliff over oblivion

Looking down into the abyss

We all die on the lips of tomorrow

After the Grim Reaper’s kiss.


We’ve stood on the edge of extinction, following the years

The clapping hands of the clock swallowing our tears

Crying only when we finally see that we sealed our doom

The moment that we chased the light out of the mother’s womb

Do our souls live on through all the aches and pains?

That’s the answer we all need to stop us from going insane

We live with the brightened sun always about to fade

The fingers on the hand of fate are pulling down the shade.


We sleep on the brink of destruction

It’s time for the dream to end

Awake on the precipice of ruin

Preparing to descend

We walk the outskirts of catastrophe

Waiting to tumble down

Into the ravine of eternity

Where every single soul will drown.


The time is winding down and the clock is getting dim

The Lord awaits us in the shadows and we will go to Him

Along the way there may be fire burning in the sky, dark blue

The Mother of the Night will come to place Her hand on you

The faithful and the faithless in due time will see

The answers that are true and the false idols that came to be

When the wind speaks to you, She will open your eyes

Chew the fruit to its core and Eden’s ghost will rise.


We die on the brink of destruction

And then we give ourselves away

We coast along the waves of death

Reaching the close of our final day

We seek the solace of salvation

A journey with so much persistence

Do we sail towards a gulf of blackness?

Is life a detour through nonexistence?




Lady Gaga, a multi-award winning musician, singer/songwriter, and actress finally obtains her driver’s license at the age of thirty.

I know the feeling. Due to financial and personal reasons, I myself was unable to obtain a driver’s license until I was in my late 20s. That can be quite frustrating. On the other hand, I don’t think Gaga was experiencing any financial troubles. LOL But, she WAS pretty busy.

I know how she feels. I was so relieved when I was finally able to get mine.