Saturday, May 30, 2009
I'm ready to fade into my own Parade
Come, criticize with your cheek. Judge what you can't understand.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
By jelaluddin rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
There is a field. I'll meet you there.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Lines ; from the phone
Lines waiting to be writen
Lines waiting to be snorted
Wines being drunken
Chimes, dingling-ringing.
------ Silence, broken.
Lines waiting to be snorted
Wines being drunken
Chimes, dingling-ringing.
------ Silence, broken.
Adds to Galileo road: via phone
The moon is up day and night
She can't decide what to wear to the stellar ball on galileo road
Don't let her play with mercury or Venus'
Coniving dust.
She can't decide what to wear to the stellar ball on galileo road
Don't let her play with mercury or Venus'
Coniving dust.
Via phone
When this hunger came, I welcomed it through the front door. "kick
Off your shoes, take a load off. Tell me some happy news stranger,
To keep the burden off. In silence it tolde of them and it. Without
The old cliches from the government sponsored manual. Tvn
Then I guess I should wither now, el fin is clear not apetizing
To lord curiosity. Unsatisfiable
Off your shoes, take a load off. Tell me some happy news stranger,
To keep the burden off. In silence it tolde of them and it. Without
The old cliches from the government sponsored manual. Tvn
Then I guess I should wither now, el fin is clear not apetizing
To lord curiosity. Unsatisfiable
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A Motherless Mother
She couldn't figure out why her children resented her so. All she did was what she knew. And did she know that if you do what you've always done you get what you always got. Maybe she should be a little more drastic. So she met Jesse James at the corner store to hitch a ride and leave it all behind.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
99 Problems but a Bitch Ain't One
(Today marks the 99th blog entry. Just one away from the spectacular 100th. It's going to be an centenarian extravaganza)
Her silver cross hung from her small neck like a crucifix. Sad eyes above the Italian T, I asked her name. The lord will help you, she replied. Wait a moment now, I know you. From this life or another, but we've met. -You shouldn't live in the past- "I try, really. But, can't explain," I said. "You shouldn't either and better take that off, your going to hurt yourself." The beautiful nun sat stoned face on the street. "sit and pray with me." For 44 minutes they prayed on the beaten street. "I can't sense anything, I guess I should go."
"Here let me help you up," I said as I extended my hands toward hers.
The silver cross was too heavy.
"I think you better take it off, it's too heavy and I can't pick you up."
After much wasted breath of persuasion, the young pretty nun said she made a promise and stared into the endless sky.
"I believe I have some place to be, I don't know where but I'm late."
Down the beaten brick road I strode on.
From the distance she yelled "don't forget," as she sat motionless seeing the rainbows in her mind.
Her silver cross hung from her small neck like a crucifix. Sad eyes above the Italian T, I asked her name. The lord will help you, she replied. Wait a moment now, I know you. From this life or another, but we've met. -You shouldn't live in the past- "I try, really. But, can't explain," I said. "You shouldn't either and better take that off, your going to hurt yourself." The beautiful nun sat stoned face on the street. "sit and pray with me." For 44 minutes they prayed on the beaten street. "I can't sense anything, I guess I should go."
"Here let me help you up," I said as I extended my hands toward hers.
The silver cross was too heavy.
"I think you better take it off, it's too heavy and I can't pick you up."
After much wasted breath of persuasion, the young pretty nun said she made a promise and stared into the endless sky.
"I believe I have some place to be, I don't know where but I'm late."
Down the beaten brick road I strode on.
From the distance she yelled "don't forget," as she sat motionless seeing the rainbows in her mind.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Voices for Sell Here!
All of them must GO!
ONE in a lifethyme opportunity. Get em' while you can.
Over a hundred voices YOU can use.
Yes, U2 can have a voice.
ONE in a lifethyme opportunity. Get em' while you can.
Over a hundred voices YOU can use.
Yes, U2 can have a voice.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Warning! Don't Let This Be YOU
First the Disclaimer: we should all strive to be forever young (think jimmy) but there's a difference.
My God has enlightened me with a useful statistic. Reasonably speaking out of the average 6 players in a half-court game, at least 2 of those 6 are going to turn into this guy....
Those are frightening statistics. But, my ballistic fortitude has allowed me to bring this pandemic to light.
You know him, I know him, we've heard their ramblin', and at times borders with a sad situation. Somewhere along the path maturity was stumped. They try to blend with the young mold but fail every time. This is no fault of their own but the obnoxiousness enters stage left once they show the little boy in a man attitude. This is serious. So I've noted some preemptive steps. I can't claim doing these things will save you but sure will help. Best of luck friends.
1. Drink plenty of water
2. Get plenty of sun
3. Scream it don;t say it
4. Cry
My God has enlightened me with a useful statistic. Reasonably speaking out of the average 6 players in a half-court game, at least 2 of those 6 are going to turn into this guy....
Those are frightening statistics. But, my ballistic fortitude has allowed me to bring this pandemic to light.
You know him, I know him, we've heard their ramblin', and at times borders with a sad situation. Somewhere along the path maturity was stumped. They try to blend with the young mold but fail every time. This is no fault of their own but the obnoxiousness enters stage left once they show the little boy in a man attitude. This is serious. So I've noted some preemptive steps. I can't claim doing these things will save you but sure will help. Best of luck friends.
1. Drink plenty of water
2. Get plenty of sun
3. Scream it don;t say it
4. Cry
Monday, May 11, 2009
Early In the Morning
Billy worked on a fishing boat at the oldest New Orleans pier, near Delacroix . No one called him Billy, since a child he ran around with voodoo dolls and potions of all kinds. Once, when he was 9 years old, he burned his right arm real good foolin' around with these chemicals he'd acquired from Stela down the street. Since, friends or not, called him Wrinkles. He lived in Nawlins all his life and loved it. Even the crusty, piss smell. All that was, he'd say, is the lasting scent of a good time.
The fishing season ahead looked promising. Which was good news, not much work had come from the cotton gins. It seemed everyday, a gin closed. Recently, the harbour had renovated several of the docks. But, the new wood didn't have the same New Orleans feel like the old, chipped wood. Saddened, Billy a modern artifact of an old world, was dying in the bud of his youth. Not in the way old people die, or the unfortunate sick do. In a physically painless way but devastating to the soul.
(ill finish it)
The fishing season ahead looked promising. Which was good news, not much work had come from the cotton gins. It seemed everyday, a gin closed. Recently, the harbour had renovated several of the docks. But, the new wood didn't have the same New Orleans feel like the old, chipped wood. Saddened, Billy a modern artifact of an old world, was dying in the bud of his youth. Not in the way old people die, or the unfortunate sick do. In a physically painless way but devastating to the soul.
(ill finish it)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
1. Flowing through this stream
Sweet lady, there is no more you. Where are you riding to? Down what streets you used. Trying to remember the smoke filled memories we once shared in the heaven of a life that was never there.
Aeolian cracked smiles and Lydians laughs.
2. And as we all follow different rules of segregation. The advertisers bold typeface, skyscrapers scream. The people shout at the man clad in red.
3. I don't believe you.
4. Galileo Road
The boy and his horse strode into the light
made a turn into a long road.
A fat German screamed to get out, "here you don't belong."
and in the left side of the road a long haired lady
shouted, go, a step further from the gentle horse
a beggar pleaded for bread that talks salvation.
Not so soon after a tall man whispered loudly
his secrets
And large crowds gather round giving out all sorts of leaflets.
The signs and billboards promise nothing and all
Small Napoleons take over playgrounds and malls.
Behind a poet stares at tulips in search of a little rain
From a window sill a heart broken girl cries
mothers baking the husbands pie
The Robinson's, the loud neighbors, they were always in sex
On top of a oak tree, Philosophers croaked
Laying on the trunk, Bob sings for time and space.
But no one is really listening, just the the horse and an old maid.
"Them" no one has ever seen them for sure they say. Might live on a
mansion at the end of the road.
For a little while they were just sounds around Galileo Road.
A policeman writes blank notes to his wife the Spanish teacher.
Pungent scents from the Alchemist cove
her chemicals were intoxicating
Twisted and orange, so is the lore of numbers
Recycling men for a midsummer's night photograph
Diangelo works out a problem 5 doors down
Turning rings into truths
Isolated, a thinker may want to get out more
And not faw away theyre building a monument with a seal The Man slams its crooked doors
Soon the good horse wears on its old hoofs down Galileo Road
And just a little more a question mark looks at the people
and recite words
Some listen, some go back home, the question mark says there is a buffet down ole Galileo Road.
It's up to you to take it.
Charlie steals a load, while John eats some cake
Slowly building tracks to the pot
of gold. A local looser denies a plate
They all shout you are a fake!
The clean, loose smiles go
Once peace was disturbed at Galileo ROad.
Selinda walks into the sunlight of a main room
While romeo sings at the piano an ancient tune
She bites her lips and takes tea to the table
A sensitive knight sent her an invitation to a ball
Paces, steps, steps, 5's 3's and 9's
then there is no more light
Just a no Exit sign.
Aeolian cracked smiles and Lydians laughs.
2. And as we all follow different rules of segregation. The advertisers bold typeface, skyscrapers scream. The people shout at the man clad in red.
3. I don't believe you.
4. Galileo Road
The boy and his horse strode into the light
made a turn into a long road.
A fat German screamed to get out, "here you don't belong."
and in the left side of the road a long haired lady
shouted, go, a step further from the gentle horse
a beggar pleaded for bread that talks salvation.
Not so soon after a tall man whispered loudly
his secrets
And large crowds gather round giving out all sorts of leaflets.
The signs and billboards promise nothing and all
Small Napoleons take over playgrounds and malls.
Behind a poet stares at tulips in search of a little rain
From a window sill a heart broken girl cries
mothers baking the husbands pie
The Robinson's, the loud neighbors, they were always in sex
On top of a oak tree, Philosophers croaked
Laying on the trunk, Bob sings for time and space.
But no one is really listening, just the the horse and an old maid.
"Them" no one has ever seen them for sure they say. Might live on a
mansion at the end of the road.
For a little while they were just sounds around Galileo Road.
A policeman writes blank notes to his wife the Spanish teacher.
Pungent scents from the Alchemist cove
her chemicals were intoxicating
Twisted and orange, so is the lore of numbers
Recycling men for a midsummer's night photograph
Diangelo works out a problem 5 doors down
Turning rings into truths
Isolated, a thinker may want to get out more
And not faw away theyre building a monument with a seal The Man slams its crooked doors
Soon the good horse wears on its old hoofs down Galileo Road
And just a little more a question mark looks at the people
and recite words
Some listen, some go back home, the question mark says there is a buffet down ole Galileo Road.
It's up to you to take it.
Charlie steals a load, while John eats some cake
Slowly building tracks to the pot
of gold. A local looser denies a plate
They all shout you are a fake!
The clean, loose smiles go
Once peace was disturbed at Galileo ROad.
Selinda walks into the sunlight of a main room
While romeo sings at the piano an ancient tune
She bites her lips and takes tea to the table
A sensitive knight sent her an invitation to a ball
Paces, steps, steps, 5's 3's and 9's
then there is no more light
Just a no Exit sign.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Little People in People
Distorted creatures hide under all their skin, better watch out, don't want to catch the disease. They never grow into flowers and stay as weeds in a mundane palette of nothingness.
The Idiot Wind blowing through My hair
Oh My, yes its mighty strong..the idiot wind blowing from your face...
"Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
Youre an idiot, babe.
Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe." BD, yeah it's a quote, hence the " marks.
"Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
Youre an idiot, babe.
Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe." BD, yeah it's a quote, hence the " marks.
Clocks that Talk
The big hand yelled at the baby to stop the ticking. It's pointless, and I'm tired. The tick, tick, tick, tock, bored the ole' clock. But who will show them they way? They got to be somewhere in time, you know, and they promised not too be late. Far away, in Tennessee, Romeo is in his pick up truck with a pink carnation bud, ready to pick Anne Lee to the ball. The leaves change and the ground is dirty but clock never strikes 10 and the lovers..
A Change in The Weather
With a breeze from the north she came and went. Her life's mosaic was getting old fashioned to which she pawned to Dorris. Now, Dorris didn't hurt a fly or so they say, but at night she's an alchemist, making money the worst way. She plated things with gold and silver and exhibited them in a meat market. Poor Dorris, didn't know she was out of her place and time, back in the 15th century her knight waits. Until then, she deceives herself with gold until the well is dry.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
The Invisible Hurt
IN the morning my Invisible Hurt wakes next to me and follows me through the hall into a cave where I draw all the pretty things, I don't share. No one believes my invisible pet when we talk in the wee hours of the night. When it tells me to run to the ledge of freedom, it invites me for a dive but I can't go, my blood's too thick for such thin oxygen. When she, yeah i think it's a she, goes and comes back in a different shape I always recognize her but such is the life of a hermaphrodite.
As You All Are Aware by Now..
the holidays are coming soooon!! Just 6 more months! Better start piling up all that shit so then you can spend some more money on someone to organize it, which by the way I will gladly do.
My Blue Eyed Sphynx
Yesterday, the explanation was clear in your white room. I couldn't listen over the white wall's noisy rancor. The more abuse the more she stayed.
Things To Do
1. Eat
2. Sleep
3. Walk
4. Contradict yourself 5 times a day
5. Buy a suite
6. Wear leather boots
7. Buy a dictionary
8. Flirt, centenarians recommend it.
2. Sleep
3. Walk
4. Contradict yourself 5 times a day
5. Buy a suite
6. Wear leather boots
7. Buy a dictionary
8. Flirt, centenarians recommend it.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Peter, a manager with plenty of kids and wife, had a mistress for the weekends that he really loved. They met on the web of lies that they attend daily, with the rest of the world. He poked her in the arm with a finger and gave a smile. The young lady stood silent and looked at the older man's fluorescent beatened face. His charisma and CV was what she wanted ever since her 11th birthday. "Don't bother to say anything," Peter whispered. "Let me give you some gifts, some frienship at first and maybe some advice on the weekends, but it all comes at a price." The speechless lady, stood there even more silent. Quickly her knoght had turned into a madalion.
She wanted to take him and keep him by the window but he heard voices in a nearby room, screaming about some dinner. "I gotta go, but you be good now."
She wanted to take him and keep him by the window but he heard voices in a nearby room, screaming about some dinner. "I gotta go, but you be good now."
Monday, May 4, 2009
A Reason
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