Monthly Archives: June 2016

PSA New Album and book of Poetry

Odds and Ends” by Sounder Plains can be found on all music streaming and downloading sites.

“Is the Ecstacy Worth the Fallout?” by Thomas Wilson (who is Sounder Plains real name) is available on the Amazon Kindle Libray. 

Follow this the Sounder Plains WordPress Blog for random poems and maybe a music share now and then. You can also bookmark the Official Sounder Plains website which will feature a plethora of extra work posted on it. 

Also, please support ALL independent art! Please visit the website of the artist who did the artwork for my official releases. James Blackledge, thank you!


Holding Pattern

The same circles surround me
Taunting the unresponsive revolution
Forever squandering potential for calm seas
Faking the best engaging in the worst
Scar my soul to forget a few days
Cheer to the darkness after light has fled
Half-eyed perspective wells up my eyes
What could have been could have actually been
A tattered reel to reel teetering into a new dawn

Just tear down the fucking wall
That’s all you ever had to do
Plant plastique at the base
Murder the forces pulling you down
Run away and find the sun
Find a field that can be lived on
Straight under the noon sun
Illuminated by a daily full moon
Never to leave you in the shadows again
Never to wander without purpose

Three Years, Six Months

It’s been that long since I saw you
Long red hair weaving sweet tales
A perfect symmetry between eyes and lips
Long ago we were in Vermont
Celebrating the new year in a new place
Welcoming the future with open arms
Sleeping together at a holiday inn
Stop at Lake George to take in amazement
Then a riot broke out
Our stars collapsed under the weight of life and death
Abandoned in the North to chase strange flesh
Wondering how endings always find me

Then three years and six months passed
June 1, the year of our Trump
10 months spent forging forward after fallouts
Too many struggles to count
Looking along the trenches to battle through
A two minute glimpse blips across my screen
You ran away to the concrete jungle
A Viking man calling you his own
Your proclamation of love to the Norse god
More stains strewn across your skin
That perfect symmetry hidden under stylization
A beauty tainted by modern endeavors

When we parted a sea was created
It is far too wide to even consider crossing
Though I still wish other roads were taken
We could have conquered it all
Taken over the fucking world
Slain our enemies and defied expectations
We parted and a future was lost