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A gallery of faces and not a name to remember.

You place your finger to your lips and look into their countenance.

Your index erect as your thoughts and desires.

Are you working or walking?

You pause, at the pallid and cool spritely expression.

Your gaze wanders to me, and question so much without words.

"How did I never know this?"

A museum of memories and not a future to unfold.

You heave a sigh, and move along.

Just like the other nameless ones.

The gallery is empty.

I never bought a painting after that.

Your Mom is a CrackWhore.

Here's a story, about a lonely baby...

He died.

The End. 

face

I felt the warmth first, and then as I woke I felt a hand over my mouth.
"Shhh!"
This was a man's voice, and all I could see was the silhouette of his head looming over me.
Hand firmly gripped over my mouth, close to my nose, but not enough that I couldn't breathe..
He was holding me still. It felt like his other hand was on my shoulder and his knee was pressed into my hip.
Frozen.

My eyes looked around him at the ceiling, faintly making sense of the room I was in.
A small amount of light came from the window, but it wasn't enough to let me see his face.
I heard a scratching from somewhere else in the room. Three scrapes against the paint, and that's when I saw the face behind him.

Shadowed. Hollow.

Red eyes looking down upon both of us.

Then the red eyes quickly grew larger and that was when I realized it was coming down on us.


And I woke.

Silly

The world used to write secret thoughts in diaries and journals and get upset when people read them. 


Now we write secret thoughts in blogs and online publications and get upset when people don’t read them. 

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I left you with 

saltwater on my shirt

in a hurried day of which I knew

There would be no turning back

No fixing a little bump or scrape

I was already checked out and cold
My knees were weak, and I just wanted to touch you

The light was fading

Dimming and making me question myself

Squinting at the clouds overhead

wishing it would rain

so you couldn't see the monsoon inside

but you could always feel that part of me

and this is why you gracefully bowed out

why you knew that I was broken

It was never about money

but I welcomed the favors and the mention

I spent today thinking I would see you

I spent yesterday doing the same

I dreamt of nothing, wishing you were there

Open and honest

We were always right

Always sensing what the other would not speak

I cried alone

Days upon days not knowing where I was driving

Listening to the music you gave me

Finding a desire to hear you speak

feeling your lips touch my ear

Putting the phone to my face and putting it down

Never dialing

Giving you space

I wandered the desert

Holding myself against mountains

Remembering your warmth

Kicking up dust and throwing rocks

Escaping to California

Bleeding

I have become a siren

Calling them into my song

Yet more human, because of you

Everything reminds me of you

This city has echoes of us

I find myself walking

in the same route we always did

Sometimes I wish I could find a different one

Sometimes I just don't think about it

I picture you with my guitar

Incense burning

Entertaining someone who deserves you

while I am in North Carolina

Remembering my father

Talking to my mother

standing under a waterfall alone

hiding the waterfall inside

Americano iced

everything but the kitchen sink

sleep

text

call

kiss

goodbye

I love you

see you soon?

Eat your words.

Hi, my name is Zachariah, and I used to think I was an alcoholic…

When you’re born in Florida and you live on an island with wild boars and third cousins on a citrus farm- you might be convinced you’re inbred or adopted.

I always assumed I was part of a human trafficking story. 

Mostly because I moved so many times and could barely keep track of where we were or where we were heading.

My mother and I were gypsies in our own way.. Or we were in witness protection. Who fucking knows?

Sometimes in Florida I also fantasized about being an alien, because we used to be able to see the rockets take off from the Kennedy Launch Pad from the house.

My uncle told me that in january of 86 they saw the challenger explode in the air right in front of their faces.

My heritage is a little bizarre.

On my father’s side we are Cherokee and Irish.

On my mother’s side we are Cherokee, blackfoot, and Irish.

My Godmother is Cuban.

My friends were dominican, korean, and japanese, because my father was a martial artist and stunt trainer for Universal.

We moved from Florida, to Ohio, to Michigan, back to Ohio, and Then finally stayed in Michigan where I finished most of my schooling.

When my mother re-married she had four half puerto rican babies. Their grandmother is from Ecuador.

My uncle married a Filipino woman and had two children.

None of us look related. But we all have a common love for food and drinks

You could never eat enough or drink enough.

If you were skinny, it was because you didn’t eat.

If you were sad, it was because you didn’t eat.

If you were tired, it was because you didn’t eat.

I wanted to strangle abuelita so many times when she tried to force me to eat more rice, beans, platanos, ham, and salad.

My mother’s father and I were especially close.

I took my first steps with him. I played in mud with him and pissed my mom off.

We took road trips. Shot rifles. Climbed trees. Jumped on trampolines.

He was unstoppable. We instigated trouble.

Jim Sutton (my grandfather) was a navy brat and war veteran. He was my favorite person. 

Every time I ran away or needed a place to go during my times of change I would stay with him.

When I was sixteen he taught me some pretty interesting things that most parents would flip their shit about…

How to roll a joint.- Which I have honestly forgotten how to do.. How to make THC butter. The kind that puts you in a coma.. And how to play roulette & craps.

He taught me how to cook Lasagna, and because of it I would win every time my mother and I would have a contest.

Also, how to make a very tasty margarita.

A Margarita is 7 parts Tequila, 4 parts Cointreau, and 3 parts Lime Juice… Squeeze lime juice on the rim of the glass, and dip the edges in sea salt till it coats the outside. Garnish with a lime wedge.

A budweiser is 5% alcohol and is a pale lager made by Anheiser-busch.

The requirements to drink these are:

1. Don’t be a piece of shit.
2. If you’re up and I’m out we simply say,”SinceYewWas!” which is the shortened version of “Since you are up and walking over there, grab me another one please.”

My grandfather grew up quite poor, so he always had interesting ways of turning food into an experience.

When I was very young he would make popcorn on the stove. Oil a pan, place the kernels inside, and keep the burner on until they start to pop rapidly.

Now most people get the popcorn going, put a lid on it, and go about their business. 

We never did that. we had no intention of making popcorn to sit on our ass and watch a movie.

 Once the popcorn was popping- he kept the lid off and we would catch the puffs of corn in our mouths and watch it fly everywhere in the kitchen.

That was our entertainment. 

It was messy and probably had a chance of burning an eyeball or two, but it was so exciting.

smiles everywhere.

Another treat he loved to make was butter sandwiches.

Butter is full of fat and cholesterol so in order to stay satiated and not feel hungry, his parents would feed them butter slapped between two pieces of white bread.

Most of the meals they had were stews and soups with bread and corn. Maybe potatoes. Cheap items.

My great grandfather was a butcher, so sometimes they got lucky and were able to bring home strip steak or flanks. 

I know the gluten/vegan people out there are cringing, but you do what you have to do to survive. 

All of our talks about life, goals, and aspirations were in the kitchen.

Whether we were making margaritas. Singing Karaoke. Dancing. Taking pictures.

Everything revolved around this ugly, 1970’s kitchen table and these bright canary yellow chairs that had wheels on them, and they would swivel.

My grandfather would sit next to the radio and the coffee maker, chain smoke, and I would sit across from him, and we would just talk.

Sometimes we’d pass a joint back and forth. Drink coffee. 

He gave me my first guitar when I was 15 and I learned how to play, “silver wings, shining in the sunlight” by Merle Haggard.

He encouraged me to talk to all types of people.

My grandfather thought I didn’t know, but he was kind of like the halfway house for druggies and alcoholics. 

There would always be someone staying in his extra bedroom or the back house that was made like an insulated barn.

We would have dinner with his friends. My friends. His girlfriends who were always 20 years younger than him. 

I taught a lot of his girlfriends how to slow dance.

They taught me how to kiss and be affectionate.

Sounds weird now saying that out loud, but at the time it just made sense.

During one conversation with my grandfather when I was 20- I looked at him sipping his coffee and smoking his cigarette.

He looked at me and said,”What’s up Zachy?” 

I told him with a blank face that “you’re going to die at this table one day.”

He laughed and said,”Maybe you’re right!”

Then we talked about his cancer and alternative therapies he was trying.

Accupuncture. Herbal remedies. Nicotene patches. 

On Tuesday October 16th, 2007 I was right.

My grandfather died at his kitchen table at home by himself while he was having his morning coffee and a cigarette.

That table has since been removed.

The house was renovated.

His belongings went to myself and my brothers and then to charity.

My uncles stole a lot of things out of selfishness.

My mother and my siblings live in his old house that was built by my great grandfather.

It was a sad time. It is still hard, but we have all grown.

I think when people die you either try to forget them or as my grandfather would prefer to say,”You keep the dream alive.”

So when we finished renovating the house I started doing a lot of the things my grandfather would do.

I let people stay with me if they needed to get away from an abusive situation.

We always cooked enough food for guests to come over and join us.

My mother and I would make margaritas and play music loudly in the kitchen and dance around.

Even when I wasn’t home, I would find myself in the kitchen of someone else’s home.

Cooking, talking, or just doing their dishes for them while having conversation.

I would bring my guitar with me and we would sing songs together or make up funny renditions of songs we hated.

We subconsciously celebrated my grandfather's life and the magical things he taught me.

And of course, the pivotal moment in my life and something that made me feel even closer to my little brothers and even closer to my grandfather...

Was making popcorn on the stove and seeing them laugh and catch the popped kernels as they flew all over the kitchen off of the stove.

As they’ve grown older, I have witnessed them do it on their own accord, and now there are three generations of young men who learned how to let go and have fun.

Something so simple becomes so magical. 

     My name is zachariah and I realize I’m not an alcoholic.

I’m not a foodie. Or a drug abuser. I’m not an alien. I’m not a kidnapped victim.

I just learned from a very important man who traveled the world that life is too short to sit still and never laugh or dance.

     

I AM ENOUGH

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Cause that's what I'll do.

"I'll climb higher mountains."

I'm better than you.

"I'll reach peaking pillars."

You'll never do more.

"I'll fly over skyscrapers."

You'll run for the door.

"I'll dream when I'm waking"

Because dreams can come true.

"I'll sleep when I'm living"

That's all I ever do.

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clair - something...clair...nothing.

I am unfolding.

My origami magick is stealthy.

Hidden in each crease is an undulating word.

Paralleled by bent lines and softened corners.

I am unfolding.

My fortune telling comes in a series of yes or no questions.

1, 2, 3, 4. Red, White, Yellow, Or BLACK. 

It all feels beige.

They all seem transparent.

If I was daring- I would crumple myself up and get recycled.

If I was unfolding and unfurled I would smooth out the creases.

This black marker would write, "Fake it, til you make it."

or

"keep it simple, stupid."

Or

"I love you. I'm sorry."

So I take each corner, and neatly fold everything back into place.

What shape does it take?

A crane.

A flower.

A frog.

A diamond.

My fortune telling only comes in yes or no questions.

No- I do not wish to be any of those creatures.

It all feels beige.

Red. Yellow. White. Black.

Folding.

Folding.

Stop.

Gratitude is the best attitude.

My music video release party is this week.

I am internally freaking out, but trying to make sure I put everything into place and have all the materials and things I need beforehand. 

It has been a long time coming, but my single for the music video "BE" is now on I-tunes!

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/be-single/id975858060

I went through a website that does all the legal work for me, and sets up my store so I can focus on the promotional side of it.

Gratitude.

Life has become a bit surreal.

From what I can see around me, there are still people on the outside of my circle who think I need to be taught a lesson.. Or that I have done them some 'wrong' because I have said NO to whatever suicide march they're on..

I choose my own path, and if you happen to be walking in that direction- let's talk. Otherwise, don't get offended if I continue on without you. It's nothing personal.

-z-

e v o L L o v e

The longer I am away from you, the more I love myself. The more it makes me love you.

The more I appreciate the thoughts and feelings that I denied. The happier I want you to be.

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I am not meant to be a piece of property. To be given a title of his, mr, sir, boyfriend,  or husband.

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I function and feel most fulfilled when I do not feel obligated to the desires of other people.

When I am able to show compassion in a humble and unexpected way.

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I want to love and be loved in return.

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I am in FRIEND-love... I wish I could make the picture clearer.

I wish my kindness and dedication was not confused with "life partner" or "marriage".

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These things make me shut down, and I realize it is because I am better at staying committed to my friends and family, than to someone who wants to have a title and contract over me.

I fully believe that choosing to have someone in your life is more romantic and loving than forcing them to be ONLY YOURS. YOUR WIFE. YOUR BF. YOUR...etc...anything...

I am not a piece of property and neither are you.

We choose the love we give.

I am sorry if mine is not possessive, or jealous.

I think that is a waste of time.

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I applaud and congratulate those who choose their own perception of love.

I respect and admire those who do not force their perceptions on me.

Those are the people I love the most.

Those are the people who love me the most.

-z-

A Life Update

2015 has officially started now that February is around the bend.

So many wonderful, random, and magical things have been happening in my life.


I moved to Los Angeles seven months ago and hit the ground running.

There have been distractions and emotional upsets along the way, but I feel like it is all returning to order and calm.

Most recently THIS year in 2015 I have had several successes that I am happy about.


1. New recording equipment = New recordings and Music!
2. New online presence & website being developed.
3. An A&R representative was at a show I did and a label is looking into my stuff right now.
4. I have had shows booked back to back up until April.
5. I have been able to help and mentor people with PR and Music info so they can start.
6. My support system here is amazing and I love my friends that have helped me survive.
7. I just filmed my FIRST music video for a song I wrote. Thrilling!


I will stop with seven things, because it was my Grandfather's favorite number.
He was a musician and a singer, and I think of him often when I am talking to other artists and working on new material. :-)

I am sure there is a more concise and detailed way I could write about my life and where it is headed, but I feel like this will be good enough for now.

Looking forward to the future of 2015 and where it is taking me.

I am watching people around me excel and succeed so much and it is really inspiring.

I am grateful.
I am present.

Many helpful, beautiful, and wondrous things are on the horizon.

Stay tuned...

-z-

stop it.

If you are an artist:


STOP. WORKING. FOR. FREE.

It damages your image.

11/03/06


From a time capsule made for a friend... I wrote these words.
Now when I read them, I feel like they resonate with where I am in life and where I am going.




May your eyes be opened to ANY possibility.

May your heart be open to all forms of love.

May your spirit cry out when it needs to.

May your voice be heard.

    There was a fork in the road, and looking back to determine if
you went the right way is only going to delay you now.

You should be proud of who you are and where you've been.

    Never look back.

    Never say never.

You are loved, and I hope these words inspire something within you for
years to come.

He wants you to "keep fighting."

with all the  love a human can muster,

-Z-