This artist, Jacob Bullard, is one of the most talented artists I have found. I have fallen in love with his sound. I suggest you check his music out before you read the rest of this post: http://jacobbullard.bandcamp.com/
I found him playing on a street corner playing guitar with one other man playing the snare drum and tamborine. I could barely hear what he was playing because of all of the people. I came up to him, giving him 2 $, and he gave me his CD even though it was supposed to be 3. I played it in the car, savoring every strum and melody given. I then went home to check on who he was, expecting him to be a big indie star in Michigan. I was shocked when all that came up was a bandcamp page. I listened to his demos and his late july CD. I will be shocked if you do not find him as amazing as I do.

Jacob Bullard

"You are in the land of lowered
mountains; the air is thick, gold
grass, sweet between your teeth.
A piece of seedless orage, still
sweatinf, sits under tall tree
shade below a seagull's gaze,
half peeled, while waves you ride
in feel like cold ribbon, and good
lives in steady layers of light sift-
ing through sun silt hanging,
swinging in coastal water beds.
so let the days weave to seamless
poems that drift, they sing
around your house. You wake up
early, keep the sheets left folded
like the gathered clouds at noon,
where locusts sing their summer
sonnets, violet fields here sway
like linen rags all around your
head. You've reach the place
your legs can wander, not get
lost, but only lead you close to
the heart of God. Love has given
you keepsakes made of wood,
whittled carefully. You hang
them with your neckline."