Circle Pit Sanctuary

I inhale temptation; shrugging shoulders of mortality. Suck teeth stained with indifference; While copyrighting my daydreams. I’m an American Badass, low class, white trash, with expensive delusions. I get impatient with repetition, So I shovel spiritual vagrancy into the mouths of my peers with metaphoric spilled beers and ashy mouthed proclamations of a wandering disposition. I sing songs tied to the same ragged beat, the one that makes the speakers bleed just as much as the crowd. Heavy Metal rants, just sharp enough to rip the pants of your morality … but, just for the night In the morning the truth of why you’re here, and anything else that seemed unclear… will be hanging low, just over your head like ripened fruit; Fighting gravity the way you’ve been fighting responsibility… It’s right in your face. Like heavy elbows in a mosh pit. Your stomach is curdled, soul a little sick, but your eyes have never been more focused. You understand what is important: The friends willing to toss a full beer, brave the circle pit, pick you up, dust you off… And throw you back in with a smile. The Scars you’ve earned, and the blood you’ve saved. The pain you’ve felt, the joy shown through busted lips and scabbed knees; the chaotic calm of life lived on the brink. The Circle Pit Sanctuary. Where the lost can rage, and be at peace. Where the broken find the truth in the lies of their lives. Where the hopeless can strike at the wind, and fall against muddy Earth, to be picked up by a brother, by a sister, by the music of the anger being purged from a spirit that might not have otherwise made it ….to the show. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.