Saturday, March 4, 2017

The Prison

No hearts witness such rare personality that
smiles would be reflected in a being's powerful folly. 
The haste we paint definitively never competes with melancholy, 
but a knowledge of comedy always translates youthful gestures 
into a venially blond complexion with feelings more than nullity.

Billy Radd

Friday, February 24, 2017

Whence the Creative Mind

In my own elastic mind, I am occasionally self-motivated to account for a return to original ideas as an inadvertent inventive intonation. 

Much like audio feedback, crystalline thought waves rebounding against my consciously preconceived notions result in ever-finer filters, like gradients, letting in measured new raw frequencies while blocking out old random noise and fuzzy visions. 

Many times, singularly fluttering on the edge of sleep, I struggle to concentrate on the strobe-like pulsing of a non-synchronous conceptual echo humming with an out-of-time rhythm, like a small, soft hammer pounding onto the expansive flat drumhead of my inflated human ego.

At this point, I can choose to let this germ of an idea stay within my attentive view, or let it pass, lazily, like a butterfly flitting by me to visit another open flower. 

But, if I try to look back, or stare too closely at this conspicuously timeless conceptual intersection, or even more selfishly, make a sentient attempt to identify my own proprietary oneness with the very process of discovery, this train of insight quickly passes by my lonely station and I am forced to wait, without time schedule or itinerary, for another transport.

So, in my experience, the key, if there is one, is recognizing “it” and letting “it” happen to you, like a beautiful sunrise. The more you allow “it” to flourish, the more “it” lives on it's own while becoming easier to recognize as something of value.

Billy Radd

Wednesday, November 2, 2016



Growing up like a weed makes one feel very good

From a child to a man, it goes just like it should

And, in time you’re allowed to spread seed to the wood

But, you never dare think of a time you’ll ask, “could?”

Billy Radd

Friday, January 8, 2016

Craving Nothing

Craving nothing results in everything, so

One must notice the darkness to see the light.

Hearing one note in the noise doesn’t make a song,

But, it allows one to find the muse.

I know what I know because I don’t know everything.

Be like the wind, pulled by the low places, pushed by the high.

Billy Radd


Sunday, April 12, 2015

False Dichotomy

You can bring about poverty by discouraging spending.
You can weaken the weak by strengthening the strong.
You can hurt the wage earner by propping up the wage payer.
You can diminish the brotherhood of man by encouraging class elitism.
You cannot help the rich by destroying the poor.
You cannot destroy the rich by helping the poor.
You can get into trouble by not helping the disadvantaged.
You can build character and courage by insuring civil rights for all. 
You can help the whole society permanently by requiring the rich to pay their fair share of taxes.

Billy Radd

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Great Pretender

The Great Pretender

As a child, I pretended to be many things:
policeman, fireman, cowboy, doctor, astronaut, and soldier.

As I got older, I pretended to be funny and had many friends.

I pretended to be a student and made it through school.

I pretended to be an athlete, and played many sports.

I pretended to be James Bond, and had nice girlfriends.

I pretended to be Paul McCartney and was in rock bands.

I pretended to be an explorer and roamed the Great American West.

After that, I pretended to be a film maker, and got a career.

I pretended to be a lover and married a wonderful woman.

I pretended to be a father and have three beautiful daughters.

I pretended to be a martial artist and taught Tae Kwon Do.

I pretended to be a writer and saw my work on TV.

Later in life, I pretended to be an artist and sold paintings.

I pretended to get healthy and lost 50 pounds.

I pretended to be a philosopher and wrote poetry and blogs.

I pretended to be a composer and made music.

I pretended to be a luthier and got in an art show.

Now, I’m pretending to be old and I’m going to be a grandfather.

So, pretend to be who you want to be. 

Worked for me!

Billy Radd