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Hey Guys One voice, One guitar, and everything else with a full band. Please join me as everything that I have heard in my head comes to life as Mark Wieczorek and Louis Iacobelli join me as encypher for a full band rock show. Don't miss the Rebirth of encypher. Monday December 1st 8pm, come out to Trash Bar 256 Grand St, Brooklyn, NY 11211. For a full band, face melting encypher show. Hope to see you there. I will be selling some limited acoustic session CD's at the show so come get em! Here's a link to one of our last full band show @ Arlenes Grocery check it out. http://youtu.be/tM-KNfzYyb8 Hope to see you there! -Lisa Get your tickets while you can. http://www.eventbrite.com/e/thegarage-showcase-at-the-trash-bar-in-brooklyn-ny-tickets-14235935065?aff=Encypher

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To forgive is divine I believe that the hardest thing in life(we can do as humans) is to forgive ourselves. Whether it's forgiveness about what we've done in our past, done to someone, what's been done to us, what we should've done, or what we won't do. We spend our whole lives punishing ourselves for our past, present or the future we are too afraid to grasp. Inevitably we wind up punishing and pushing away the people we love because we can't forgive ourselves and they get in the way of our own self destruction. Most people cannot find the time to self reflect, to find a way to love ourselves. The truth is we will never truly love anyone until we love ourselves. Truth. Fact. End of story. People constantly set limitations for themselves to the point that they don't even realize that they are doing it. Those limitations continue to hold us back. People tend to blame others for the things we only have the power to change. Sometimes we need to change in order for others to change. Change is a reaction to something else. The very definition insists that it becomes something different. We spend our lives trying to be who we think we should be, what others say we are, instead of finding that place where you, your true self is hiding. Stop being so afraid, let go and figure out where you belong. #kNoRegrets

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Let me, let me go. Life is full of lessons, sometimes they are so hard that they break your heart, only to be rebuilt like a puzzle all over again. I believe most are this way even if they seem like they change you from who you thought you were supposed to be. You have to be the one to pick up the pieces & put them back together because no one will do it for you, this I promise you. A year ago my life changed forever. I was taught a important lesson & I do not regret a single second of what it taught me. It taught me about courage and cowards. The truth about liars & thieves. That while we may not be children forever your innocence is only as lost as you are. There are a lot of people who think they know who they really are but they continue to fool themselves & the people around them. They are too weak to ever really find out who they are or to do the work to have a life with substance. I've learned that sometimes the hardest decisions are the right decisions. Sometimes it's ok not to do the seemly right things just because you're always expected to, even if you suffer because of it in order to learn something. That it the end you do not need a hero to save you from anything. That you will always be your hero. You always have a chance to make things right, however you actually have to fight for them & If you don't fight the chances are you will probably lose it pretty damn quick. That happiness is a warm gun when you're the one behind the trigger disposing of the evil zombies trying to steal your life for their own survival. I learned that real family & real friendship takes hard work, honesty, loyalty, trust, & it's not always about quantity but quality and it always has to be 50/50. It's amazing what a year can do. How much things change & how much you learn to change with them. How much you realize that time makes an impact. How time means absolutely nothing if you don't do the work to back it up & if you're not paying attention to the things that matter to you, 2 days can change everything. So today I'm letting go of everything I was deceived to believe for more than half my life. Childhood promises that pinky swear to a magical kingdom that has gone dark because that place never existed in the first place. Saying goodbye to moments in the past & leaving them there. Looking back when you've moved forward cannot make the past come to life again because things only change if you let them. Hero’s rely on fairytales to exist. Villains grow from the pain within. The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them. So be the hero. Be your own hero. Because your stronger than you think. -

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My Valentine...

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Alone on the stage...

Far too often we take the things around us that make up our lives for granted.  Intentional or not it is a part of our rush around the clock to make a "life.   What is a “Life”, what does it actually consist of to make a “Life” I believe what actually makes a "life" are the people around us how they touch our lives, influence, inspire, support, or even feeble attempt to destroy our lives (yes without the bad how would we appreciate the good). I recently found out that a fellow musician that I have played in the same venue with countless times has passed away unexpectedly. Although I did not know him personally other than saying “hey that was really a great set”, I couldn’t forget his voice, his music, parts of his soul that he exposed up on that stage.  Probably unknowingly he has inspired my life in ways that I have yet to realize.   

So many “non” musician’s turn on their radios every day and listen to what is popular, what is the “now”, the garbage that we are brainwashed into thinking is music. What they don’t realize is secretly there is this society of musicians playing live around the world every night on stages that most people are not aware of, they are singer/songwriters, and they are the “real” musicians.  They are mostly unknown soldiers singing a cadence, waiting for a look of recognition out in the crowd, a smile, a tear, applause.  

However it’s not a secret society, it is happening every night, real music, real guts, being poured out under a dimly lit light of judgment from fellow peers, fellow souls of musician’s waiting for someone to hear what they have to say. So I challenge all of you to find an open mic, in your area, listen to these unknown musician’s, and if you like what they have to say, the timber of their voice, how they play their instrument, appreciate them, tell them that their heart and soul touched you a stranger, and realize once you take the time to actually listen you are strangers no more…Don’t wait till the music stops, and they are gone forever, if you know a musician personally; support them, ask for them to play you a song, tell them you know how hard it must be to stand on that stage, if their music evokes something in you share their music with everyone you know, for their message may save someone’s life somehow…For Isaac Daniel Perez, you will not be forgotten, I feel lucky to have heard your voice singing your guts out on that stage we shared, I will share your music, I will share your spirit…

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Alone on the stage...

Far too often we take the things around us that make up our lives for granted.  Intentional or not it is a part of our rush around the clock to make a "life.   What is a “Life”, what does it actually consist of to make a “Life” I believe what actually makes a "life" are the people around us how they touch our lives, influence, inspire, support, or even feeble attempt to destroy our lives (yes without the bad how would we appreciate the good). I recently found out that a fellow musician that I have played in the same venue with countless times has passed away unexpectedly. Although I did not know him personally other than saying “hey that was really a great set”, I couldn’t forget his voice, his music, parts of his soul that he exposed up on that stage.  Probably unknowingly he has inspired my life in ways that I have yet to realize.   

So many “non” musician’s turn on their radios every day and listen to what is popular, what is the “now”, the garbage that we are brainwashed into thinking is music. What they don’t realize is secretly there is this society of musicians playing live around the world every night on stages that most people are not aware of, they are singer/songwriters, and they are the “real” musicians.  They are mostly unknown soldiers singing a cadence, waiting for a look of recognition out in the crowd, a smile, a tear, applause.  

However it’s not a secret society, it is happening every night, real music, real guts, being poured out under a dimly lit light of judgment from fellow peers, fellow souls of musician’s waiting for someone to hear what they have to say. So I challenge all of you to find an open mic, in your area, listen to these unknown musician’s, and if you like what they have to say, the timber of their voice, how they play their instrument, appreciate them, tell them that their heart and soul touched you a stranger, and realize once you take the time to actually listen you are strangers no more…Don’t wait till the music stops, and they are gone forever, if you know a musician personally; support them, ask for them to play you a song, tell them you know how hard it must be to stand on that stage, if their music evokes something in you share their music with everyone you know, for their message may save someone’s life somehow…For Isaac Daniel Perez, you will not be forgotten, I feel lucky to have heard your voice singing your guts out on that stage we shared, I will share your music, I will share your spirit…

https://soundcloud.com/acloudedhed/built-to-not-last

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People always talk about how a dogs life is the greatest, but I think what's even better is having the true love of a dog...I don't think anyone will ever love me as much as my dogs do...they sit and wait for me no matter what I'm doing...whether I'm rushing around, in the shower or stumbling in the dark , they listen to me sing, yell, and talk to myself...they love me at my best & even more at my very worst...a dogs love is unconditional...when everyone else thinks your an a$$hole your dog is still your best friend...they are the shadows tripping me under my feet, the voice in my ears that alert me & that are slowly making me deaf & loose my voice in the same breath, the warmth in my heart & even when they are driving me crazy...I love my girls and can't imagine my life without them... since life as we know it is so short, it's even shorter for our dogs life, but the impact they make in our lives lasts forever...so today love your dog, every bark, every hair on your black shirt, every silent gas they pass, every kiss they miss & stick their tongue right up your nose, cause no one will ever take a booger for you like your dog...now shut the f*ck up and go to bed! #kNoRegrets

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I haven't been here in a while but I'm on the road to travel back...Stay tuned for more #kNoRegrets

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Choose...

There are many things in life that choose you, things we have no control over. That being said be very wise with the choices you make, because it's so easy to make the wrong choice...#kNoRegrets

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If you are trying to reach me my house is technically challenged to all technological devices today...I am currently living in the dead zone...if all else fails you can reach me on my beeper...yeah not really...maybe I can train one of my jacks to send out an SOS letter...lol...tomorrows a new day...#kNoRegrets

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What is "change"?... People don't "really" change, they just grow out of things for a while or forever...we are who we are...It doesn't mean they can't be that way again...and your never going to "change" anyone so stop trying to...under the surface things usually stay the same...even If they seem to "change"...#kNoRegrets

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Change...

Roboto Glitter Lens, Kodot XGrizzled Film, No Flash, Taken with Hipstamatic

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Day 5-26...despite what you may think I've been writing everyday...and here's the final product...song to follow...#kNoRegrets

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I wonder if the born instinct that my dogs possess to chase squirrels without ever being taught, is the same instinct I have to play music and write...somethings you are just born with & couldn't change if you tried...besides why would you...#kNoRegrets

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One last one...Almost a year after 9/11/01

  6*20*02

“the rest remains in silence”

  -Burying the past

-to open portals of gouged out centers.

-Perceptions remain to be seen.

-Shrapnel and metal twisted into memories,

-deliverance from ourselves, seems to be justified

  -If a memory is a mental picture,

- then what happens when the photograph fades?

-With the sun in our eyes, projects blindness.

-Water quenches the thirst of hearts unfulfilled.

-In the absence of man remains a presence of scars that others can seep in and out of, to fill a void that is ever changing.

  -and if words are not to be forgotten what comes from silence?…

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Sometime after September, 2001

“SAFETY IN NUMBERS”

-Coveted, she opens her eyes,

-seeing for the first time.

-Tears, feel like acid.

-Back at 19 feeling again,

-starting over.

-Crawling up from hell.

-My heart breaking as I left her and walked away.

-I wonder if she realizes the triumph over

-the solitude, we once existed in.

-Small miracles and 30 chances in a bundle.

-She’s pulling the sludge from around her.

-Breathing through the quicksand.

-I wonder if she knows how to deal with feeling.

-The victory of defeat for a day

-The sorrow of depression, her demons play.

-Signifying Mother, learning as a child.

-Smiling as if it’s all ok today.

-Replacing and end with a means

-There’s a reason to wake up other than your disease.

-Sticky suckle bunnies crawling out the woodwork,

-from 30 years of dust creeping out from under her skin.

-Blessing the walls and the fact that today is a day where she’s not afraid to live.

-She became a martyr for her demon.

-Feeling alive with the acts of terror.

-Waking from drowned sleep

-Fighting for her life.

-Conquering Morpheus, for the moment.

-Living one day at a time.

-At a second,

-at a breath,

-with hope,

-with sight,

-with determination,

-through the escaping darkness.

-Reveling her once deaf senses.

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Some time after September 11th, 2001

Its funny since it all happened.  One would think that the anxiety of what’s to come would entangle your mind and you’d obsess over different scenarios of what could happen, when where and how.  But for some reason I did these things, plotted different scenarios before the event, in order to prepare myself not to be scared, not to jump at the sound of an unexpected noise.