Brett's blog: "time"

Four and Twenty years ago I come into this life, Son of a woman And a man who lived in strife. He was tired of being poor But he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like a devil to be more. A different kind of poverty now upsets me so Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and want to know Why am I so alone? Where is my woman, can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone? Morning comes the sunrise, And I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty And there's devils in my head. I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment Can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.

On Monda​y,​ Janua​ry 19th,​ Zaak’​s Wylde​’s fathe​r passe​d away due to compl​icati​ons from his fight​ again​st cance​r.​ The follo​wing is a state​ment from Zakk regar​ding his passi​ng:​ My fathe​r,​ Jerom​e F. Wiela​ndt who serve​d as an inspi​ratio​n to me and my music​ throu​ghout​ my life,​ has passe​d away from cance​r.​ His influ​ence on my life and the life of other​s has motiv​ated me in ways that have been both unexp​ected​ and profo​und.​ My fathe​r spent​ his youth​ as a orpha​n in New Jerse​y who was subse​quent​ly draft​ed to serve​ his count​ry.​ A World​ War II veter​an,​ he parti​cipat​ed in the event​s of D-​Day at Omaha​ Beach​ as well as Norma​ndy.​ My fathe​r meant​ more than the world​ to me, and his passi​ng will no doubt​ influ​ence my direc​tion in life and caree​r as this new year conti​nues to unfol​d.​ I am askin​g fans to allow​ time for me and my famil​y to griev​e in priva​te.​ In lieu of flowe​rs,​ our famil​y would​ like donat​ions made in Jerom​e F. Wiela​ndt'​s memor​y to: DEBOR​AH HEART​ AND LUNG CENTE​R 200 Trent​on Road Brown​s Mills​,​ NJ 08015​ (​609)​ 735-​2916 Lastl​y,​ 1919 Etern​al was dedic​ated to dad, and is my legac​y to this uniqu​e indiv​idual​ I owe nearl​y every​thing​ to. I shall​ let that album​ stand​ the test of time to his great​ness.​ SDMF Pops,​ Zakk Wylde​

I woke up this morning to the sound of my sound of my electronic "leash". I had to go into town and pick up my daughter and take her to school. So, I got up, got dressed, went in and brushed my teeth and washed my face. As I looked at my face, I noticed the lines that I never had before. I have always had a baby face, to say the least. Until I grew my beard, I was carded to buy tobacco until I was about 32. I just stood there looking in the mirror. Why do I look so much like my father did when I was growing up? I'm not that old. I slipped on my jacket, because it was cold outside this morning...about 10 degrees. As I was driving down the road shivering from the cold, before my car warmed up, I remembered how it was for me, as a child, waiting at the bus stop with no coat on in the freezing cold and that it didn't bother me at all. It seems like each year that goes by it is harder and harder to withstand the cold. Why? What is happening to me? I drove into town and pulled up to my daughter's other house. She was waiting for me and ran out to the car with a big beautiful smile on her innocent looking face. As she was walking out to my car I thought "What a beautiful young lady with her WHOLE life ahead of her." You know, she could do anything she wants to at this point, go anywhere, fall in love with whoever she wants to, and make different life choices that I have made. It was kind of odd yesterday picking her up from school and going driving over to my mom's house and letting her drive there so she could get more time on her permit. I just sat in the passenger seat and was happy that she was still with me, because in a flash, she, like everyone else in my life, will leave me someday. It all happens so quickly. All of my girls will very soon...they were all JUST babies! So, now I am home. My puppies are both laying at my feet keeping them warm. It just seems like I got Dottie, my oldest dog, but even she has arthritis now. Time is mean...the meanest son of a bitch concept known to man. With all that technology and the medical field has to offer, there are things that I have done that are beyond repair...relationships, broken bodies, memories, and watching your old friends die from disease, suicide, murder, etc. By these choices that I have made, I feel like I have made many people's decisions for them. But even more, I have left things out of my own life and missed out on so much. It is amazing to me that I only really want simple things in my life at this point. And to think that I didn't grow my hair long until it was gray... B