J.D. Glasscock started as a slam poet on national teams in 1990. Written and Directed 16 Award winning short films...He also has 16 self published books of poetry, lyrics and film.
Owner of StormCrow Productions
Wheel House Lyrics by JD Glasscock The Lady's so hot The Lady's so fine She's rolling in my wheel house The Lady's so hot
Dime Store Hustle Lyrics by JD Glasscock He had spent his life playing the odds rolling bones playing cards
A lycanthropic dirge of hunger and forest hunts Almost nine years ago now the spirit of my journey was changed forever......I felt love when the words echoed from her tongue but I either didn't hear the hollowness in the timbre of her sound or chose to ignore it...either way in the end..it was the same...I was just so excited...so unbelievably happy...we had just found out that the heart of the soul in her womb had it's own beat....in my imagination..it would be a thumpin blues rock staccato....a groovin litany of poetical ramblings of love and joyous futures.....so in the next week when she told me she was going to visit her family in Canada I thought nothing of it...continued doing back flips off the wall of paradise....then a week passed...time strange in a translucent slowing of pavement and dream....and when her voice spit the words that would crumble my world...it seemed unreal....a horror...a movie ready to be given thumbs down bad moved to the back shelf of dust ridden cobweb obscurity..."Talking to my parents I have decided something. They want me to continue in their footsteps to a political future and they don't think you have a path that coincides with that...I mean your brilliantly talented but they think and I would have to agree that your never going to make it and you will probably be poor for the rest of your life. ANd... I...I deserve more.....better...so well...what I am trying to say....is..well...I aborted our child.....have a good life..." My spirit did a running sprint for a hole to climb itself into.....a vacant episode of reruns and repeats doing a pirrouette in the silver screen of my eyes, .....the phone fell.....creating a tap tap of plastic striking formica....my limbs leadened and flesh grew cold......arctic breath in the shade of my heart...spent night after night, month after month wrapped in sweat soaked covers...feverish skin, my sleep haunted by a child drifting...unwanted and vibrating shuddering wails to the cosmos....always out of my reach...always just out of a father's love.....A lone wolf I walk in guise since that day......keep a veritable fortress in the haven of my hovel......watch corners for ghosts of liars....count the amount of ticks of sand crawling across my flesh...and keep an eye on people's hands...where they are in proximity to my pockets....Howling my lupine moon strung along my striding hips I lope through the woods of cement.....fangs bared and ready.....forests of untrustworthy puppets trailing humanistic visage....I will not be the victim to another siren's haunt.....I will hunt.......I will survive....I will chew the bones of my dream and take down the meat of my aspirations....I will find myself in the accolades so callously called frivolous and unattainable.....and when my teeth have closed onto the flesh of my prey.....I will scream lycanthropic dirges into the deep recesses of night's dark ballad......and I shall fall to knees shedding the salt I have held in rememberence for my child drifting among the stars of could of beens...
A Room with no walls Lyrics by JD Glasscock I've been singing songs in a room with no walls Wondering how I got here
The script to my most controversial short film that i ended up having to take down off youtube.....i loved the script Memory Road
Laughter rains like glorious days Poem by JD Glasscock I’m feeling happy, tripping through clouds Like a cherub chewing heroin, giggly,
Bones and tones in the grinding of hips and absence of lips Poem by JD Glasscock The fever has slid it's venom to the pumping of my blood....too many years without the heat of flesh upon the sin of my want.....too many days and nights without the release of passion upon a women's hips and lips.....too many grains of sand through ovalled glass without the grinding of sweat in the moaning and fervant ass slapping of a woman's eyes rolling into backs of heads and the mumbled verse of harder, faster......
Poem by JD Glasscock Her hands were mysteries, eyes.. Dreams you could fall into... Lips that screamed kiss me.. Hard..... When her hips moved her silhouette... Arousal was the only word that could sculpt that image... When sweat grooved itself along her Curves... It made the moon actually stop in it's travel....... She was epiphany... She was ocean waiting, beckoning.. And when she opened her thighs.... Touched herself just so..... Eternity spelled Beauty in the nectar on the end of fingertips.... A tongue danced across the Stars