Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! I just wanted to take a minute and readdress an important message to remember, especially on "memorable occasions," which should be ALL of them, if you have family to spend time with.

A memorable occasion is what we always want but the memorable part is usually something you didn't. ST. Patrick's Day is suppose to be a time to remember. Try to remember that while you try forgetting what happened LAST St. Patrick's Day. Hopefully everyone saved some Easter Grass from last year!

My childhood memories are double what you would expect. First of all, we have always had to have two family gatherings- one for Everyone, and one for everyone who can get along with Roxanne, my step aunt. Now I guess I am the person who no one can get along with. Or am I the person who should be having my own get-togethers?

When my step grandmother passed away I was feared pretty well. They were not going to let me speak at her funeral but I stood up and took my chance when the preacher was about to let the podium go to someone who was pre-approved, let's say. And I will bet anything that they never forget- especially since she was never MY step grandma....come to find out.

All of my life I was talked over, ignored, and smacked when I wasn't silent. Now that I have my own life, I have found my voice. And boy do they hate when I use it. I think they are the ones who motivated me to want to write. 

The best part of it is that what I write gets read before they have a chance to tell me to shut up. That's probably the part that they hate the most, being heard despite being held down with a heavy hand. 

Having your words read and comprehended is a pretty powerful thing to have. I hope all people can find a way to have their voices heard. Of course, that means that you are at least accepted enough to be heard.

This brings me to a very old story, "The Sword in the stone". This story is about having your voice and finding a way to give individuals their own.  It was the sword "in" the stone. 

Whom ever could extract it from the stone and give it to the people would be a powerful person. 

The sword represents your voice. Being able to wrought metal from rock is a skill handed down for thousands and thousands of years. The first person to get the product was highly respected and revered.

Each one of our voices counts for something- what ever it is you use it for. Now, let's use that voice to re-educate people with the understanding that RESPECT is NOT FEAR. You do not gain respect through others fearing you. You gain a battle that WILL come in the FUTURE. And when it comes for you, you will be defeated. Bet on that.

Intro to Prospect Studios Easter Promo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5gw3PxJKb8&t=179s

That is what I want to give you This ST. Patrick's Day.   
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVI4UsKHoPc



And If you were part of the MusicLunge/Selig Worldwide Scam, know this- He had psychological control over my girlfriend, hijacked my promotion and business efforts, and robbed us of our time, money and resources, as well as threatened the health of his own significant other after taking "seed money" from her- stressing her out to the point where she had a heart attack.  Jenny, apparently figured I would never learn the truth if she made me quit doing my business efforts with @ProspectStudios. She has since taken control of the sites where I would learn these things. And since she figured I was so stupid, it would work. 

Well, as you can see, I don't know what I am doing anymore since being separated from my work BUT I AM BACK. That's Why They Call Me "ZACKATTACK"
Happy St. Patrick's Day from Zachery Polk @Prospect Studio @BandanabroOne  and #madzackradio on FaceBook!

"Don't You Know How Much I Love You?"  https://youtu.be/3so46rnOQu4

"A Love Unbridled" edited erotic /pt41notes

It’s 4:30 am and I am just yawning now. The thoughts of you existing have lit a fire in my heart that is raging and warping the steel that contains it. My pants become wet with the drips that seep from my lust for us, and to taste you and I on our flesh.

I wander back and forth in the cold and the snow to smoke one more cigarette that will only be another hurdle to get to you. My heart beats and keeps me going, and I only hope that I can win and keep your affection somehow- and I wonder.... what can I do to win your favor? What can I say to convince you to spend time together... to want to meet...?

When I feel the need, giving in to uncontrollable lusts for us, I want to continue to train my body and understandings, to be able to give you, your pleasure... and satiation. Loving you is the triumph, the look in your eyes that you love me too.

I want to be able to take you into the woods, where we can create our beautiful art together- in the winds, and scents of the earth, and the pines... the beeches... and to hear the beautiful sounds of the birds singing as we make love, and to have them watch and approve...

What I want most is to pledge myself to you and have you fall into my arms and weep and say that you only hoped to find someone who would commit themself to you too- to love you, and to have you, no matter what unfolds.

But my hopes are just dreams, and my dreams are just in my imagination.

I realize that I may never have what I am after... so I am left with only one consellation and that is my dreams... the only release I may ever have, but that’s okay. I am not happy with that but I look back at my grandfather who’s leadership said, “you don’t need a woman who will not treat you right” ... but it hurts. I want to have a significant other who treats me well and recognizes that I have something to share. I want her to believe in the gamble that is my work just as I would believe in the gamble that is her work... but I am a fool. A fool with my love...left to myself, and my heart to beat alone. And to realize I may never have what I am searching for... it hurts me, and sometimes the pain.. it's poisonous.
 If I only had us... 

"Believe" prtof41 bbok 2

It was a very nice day in July when I was at the farm in Ludington. I had been inside writing while taking a break from the monotony of resurrecting the old farm- maybe 150 years old or more. Something prompted me around noon to go outside, set up my tripod, and gather my guitar to play a bit. I don't know what it was but it was a feeling that I had, my spirits telling me to fdo it. I had been thinking of my biological grandmother for several days. Little did I know what was happening. She and I were always denied our relationship since my mothers embarrassment over getting knocked up by a step brother that came into the family through the marriage of his mother to my grandfather after his original wife was caught cheating on him when the boat of the man she was with was sinking on Saginaw bay. It made the front page of the newspaper and my grandfather dropped her like a bad habit.... Well, much faster than that even 
Anyway, voices in my head were telling me to record the song. I never sang it before and I never played it before but I must admit that it was ringing ever so softly in my mind for days. I sat down and did it. Two minutes into it I sang. I NEVER did that before. I always sang WITH a guitar being played, not WHILE playing guitar.
So After I played through the words that I feel were somewhat given to me by my grandmother, I could hear the voices telling me to do different things- clean up this, rake up that, stack that junk up so it looks like the material you are going to use it for instead of junk in then yard... rake up that garbage on the ground everywhere...  wait a minute, the voices said. Do you see those walnut shells all over? rake those up/  Stop. There is one, pick it up. So I reach down to the walnuts, covered in dirt, and something in my head says to squeeze it. And what do you think that I found when I did that? Well, the dirt crumbled away. And in my hand was a thing of unbelievable wonder... a silver sleigh bell.
I swear to God. I have it in my possession. It goes where I go. It goes on  the Christmas tree every year since. And it gives me Hope that my loved ones are still caring for me and protecting me from the other side. I know I will be reunited with them in death.
It wouldn't be until three days later that I would find out that my grandmother passed away. Yet, I knew it before it happened. If I could just tap into the true gift that I have. But life is learning. We don't just get to know things. We have to earn them. I think I am right there at the door of wisdom. I only need a love interest to complete the connection and verify the messages......and I am looking for you. I will not stop until I find you.
Happy Easter! "Life Is Passing By"

Peace, Love, Care-
Zachery Scott Polk
Prospect Studio- The Bluesilingus People!
and, SomeOneUnlimited

Men today

Anything poetic that lacks the simplicity of red roses and I love you. People so often use main stream music and poetry to express their feelings that they have too little intellect to express. Ball games and batting averages, football teams and cheerleaders.... anything but relating with the people who depend on them and love them.... Have an affair with the girl next door cuz they are too afraid to give their wife what she desires.... to be caressed and to have her partner taste himself on her flesh.... and when I hold open the door, I am the asshole because they wouldn't do it, and "they" fear my manhood....
when they should be fearing their own.