by Brian Theoret

Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Shadows spin in circles the clock strikes ten Dreaming it goes on in my head...
Fear the akward silence the vicious cycle ends Lips rumble inside push it out instead Beneath an umbrella beginning to change Sweet rain beginning to change...
Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard
Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Screa...

by Brian Theoret
I could see the mist Illuminated by the motion porch light Feel it on my skin As it swirled around the yard that night Shiver down my neck Like something watching in the dark Could almost taste the air Dew heavy storm's comin' tonight
Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home
But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post ...

by Brian Theoret

the year began under patient hand and it's here that he stands with a watering can.
the boy walked down the dusty lane dirt under foot and his arms they strained pales full of water from down the creek that he went to fetch 5 times a week.
upon his head he wore a cap a wide brimmed sombrero to be exact. his hands they were rough from the tumble of weeds that were the days he tended steeds.
his father was gone most every day to tend the fields and bale the hay. so he was l...

by Brian Theoret

I could see the skeletal shadow of the trees tonight As the moon shone with an awesome air of light so bright.
Reflecting off the snow the dark hue shone through Moving, swaying like waltzing crooked fingers urging you to come closer.
Drifts of snow shifted under the weight of the wind While the light wanes and fades into black.
A pine bough lopped from the main branch Dragged through the snow Leaving green prickly bread crumbs  Almost begging for new life as a wreath.
B...

December 22, 2012
I want to do something. I want to helpease the pain of everyone I can. Every time I see the face of alittle one it reminds me that we all need to hold our loved ones alittle closer this year, and every year. Hold them close and tellthem “I love you”. In a time of so much pain and unbelievableheartache I feel a bit helpless but want to try and do all that Ican. We all must come together and show our love, support, andcompassion for one another.
On our way into Newtown, I wa...

What's in the way to gain the fame of the name game. The snow fly trouble bubble doubled into one. I try and surface what is under the cover of lightness and fondness and likeness but it takes a moment of stepping back, letting the light hit my face before I realize what it is that I'm really looking at. My realization of numbers and troubles and stubborn fumbles bumps me back awake. I've seen it. I lived it. I saw it from another point of view. I realize now what I've been missing. It's...

It was 7:45.  65 on the highway, exit 7 and I stop.  I saw a man standing on this same spot holding up a sign the other day "will work for food".  Just trying to make it by for another day.  Could have been anyone in his previous life, before whatever happened...happened.  For sure he's down on his luck.  Did he deserve it?  Maybe it was meant to be.  He could be the nicest man you'd ever meet or the biggest jerk in the world.  Either way, down on his...

Inspiration tends to come along at in-opportune times. It can be any time of the day and because of that I always have a pen and paper handy. I often find myself jotting down ideas on Post-it Notes or anything I have around me at the time.

Ideas can come from anywhere, whether it's the reversing "beep" of a semi, or a bird flying by my head, listening to NPR, or even just the wind hitting me in the face as I walk down the street.

I tend to write lyrics first trying to keep to some sort of poetic...

How a band comes up with the perfect band name has always been a bit of a mystery to me. Ever since I had the idea in my head to "build" a band and start playing music, thousands of ideas for band names have been flowing through my mind (and still do constantly) and not one has had the decency to stick around and make roots (until now).

"Perfect"

Really, when you think about it, what makes a "perfect" band name? In the whole scheme of things, is it the most important aspect of your band? I woul...

What inspires our words to flow from our heads like a river flowing down a snow peaked mountain? It could start with a trickle and open up into a deluge of thoughts and feelings and emotions pouring out onto the paper.

Where does this come from? It could come from the faintest smell of a flower or food you used to love, or witnessing someone doing something profound or ordinary as you stroll through the park.

From time to time a memory will pop into my head that inspires me to write write write ...