Lunar Motion Posts
© 2018 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Hot, Devil hot. Through the thick air The sun beats down Upon my brow, The heat my heart To make faint. The land of green Baked red and black; And I, fallen to my knees, Turn my eyes towards the sky, And with a gasp of breath Find strength within the light.
© 1990 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
A one minute warm up cadence for drumline.
© 2008 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
Surrounded by millions who rush to and fro with overhead speakers which call for John Doe to please pick up the phone. But without you...alone. The touch of your breath, my lips on your cheek; under light of full moon as I feel your heart beat in a time we forgot. Now alone like I sought. The brisk night whispers peace that my soul can't repeat yet so tries to command, but concludes between sleep and dim thought that loneliness is poor company to keep.
© 1996 John Schneider. All rights reserved.