I am up watching Live coverage of the royal wedding and surprisingly they are showing the inside of the cathedral-its still beautiful as I remember it.
Now for sleep...
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
More Santa Fe Memories
A picture of my favorite guy...with his feet in an ancient river
In one of the best places on earth...having a wonderful time.
In one of the best places on earth...having a wonderful time.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Jessie And The Angels
strangers run through
room after room of towers
elvis presley plays in the elevator
come to save your soul
in this tiny hole
rocketing through
the sky
room after room of towers
elvis presley plays in the elevator
come to save your soul
in this tiny hole
rocketing through
the sky
Destiny Machines Again
there is a damage that is done
when you stay in school too long
how much longer are you planning
on building forever,
that ladder
into the sky?
the great work
the building
and places
talk and talk
like unbreaking
machines
destined to find
reality doesn't check
like a coat, covered
over like a hole
punched in the wall
anger fed by jealousy
the folly of love
probably grooves
on modern panic
and tragedy.
when you stay in school too long
how much longer are you planning
on building forever,
that ladder
into the sky?
the great work
the building
and places
talk and talk
like unbreaking
machines
destined to find
reality doesn't check
like a coat, covered
over like a hole
punched in the wall
anger fed by jealousy
the folly of love
probably grooves
on modern panic
and tragedy.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Moving Pictures / Still Pictures
traveled by potions
crossed oceans with
a box of paint
rejected quaint notions
of sitters and sailors
rich patrons
on a summer
jaunt.
drag a brush
through the white
varnish the crowd
just clutch
through the push
if his beauty
makes you numb
lock in a line
realize the edge
in fine detail
his smile is captured
but whether crisp
or drawn in the rough
one gaze is not enough
before the catch
or the locking latch or
the vast tourist
and perpetual bachelor
draped in soft light
head down and lonely tears
drift across painterly sighs
for J.S.S.
crossed oceans with
a box of paint
rejected quaint notions
of sitters and sailors
rich patrons
on a summer
jaunt.
drag a brush
through the white
varnish the crowd
just clutch
through the push
if his beauty
makes you numb
lock in a line
realize the edge
in fine detail
his smile is captured
but whether crisp
or drawn in the rough
one gaze is not enough
before the catch
or the locking latch or
the vast tourist
and perpetual bachelor
draped in soft light
head down and lonely tears
drift across painterly sighs
for J.S.S.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Untitled # 223
don't let your heart harden
lets travel to astral gardens
don't get down on an ism
like Fred said
lets go by Trism
the real strength
is inside
the door to life
you hide behind
therein lies a vast kingdom
if the castle ever comes to the trees
while you're queen.
I ride to you
wherever you are
in the world made for two
horses hooves carry truth
summer's breath is on the air
and the low clouds carry a blush
that envelopes all the ideas you are
trumpets on track four
nothing will stop
the rhythm
spelling every last letter
words that are war
words are
worth fighting for
signal flags and your family's name
rubbed out on the moor.
lets travel to astral gardens
don't get down on an ism
like Fred said
lets go by Trism
the real strength
is inside
the door to life
you hide behind
therein lies a vast kingdom
if the castle ever comes to the trees
while you're queen.
I ride to you
wherever you are
in the world made for two
horses hooves carry truth
summer's breath is on the air
and the low clouds carry a blush
that envelopes all the ideas you are
trumpets on track four
nothing will stop
the rhythm
spelling every last letter
words that are war
words are
worth fighting for
signal flags and your family's name
rubbed out on the moor.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wild is The Wind / Billy MacKenzie
there will NEVER be anyone who sounds like this again. This blows bowie's version right out of the water and takes nina's to the park. He still makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck every time I hear him sing.
Oh, and he loved whippets. Nearly every published picture, including album covers, showed him with his beloved whippets. Towards the end of his life he had upwards of 10 whippets at a time.
Missing you Billy...
Up To The Top Floor
One room
One wall
with a window
a place to draw
good light and a view
of the moon.
leaves dew
on a nearby hill
birds, mice and bees
and some things no one can see
the wind pushes through the plants
blows the evening's pollen into the air
its a free trade zone
free for everyone
except you.
up to the top floor
through a hole in the ceiling
tear with hands and heart
its just a feeling
climb into the sky
but you could be more
got tired of what
I became while sleeping
covered with a golden age
and some dust
a lifetime of gathering days
counting every heart beat waiting
I like to dream a lot
got over feeling bad about that
press an image through a computer's brain
try to break through to people with something pure
threw out all the ideas of the past
be there in the future
the name and the flesh
together with
some dancing.
One wall
with a window
a place to draw
good light and a view
of the moon.
leaves dew
on a nearby hill
birds, mice and bees
and some things no one can see
the wind pushes through the plants
blows the evening's pollen into the air
its a free trade zone
free for everyone
except you.
up to the top floor
through a hole in the ceiling
tear with hands and heart
its just a feeling
climb into the sky
but you could be more
got tired of what
I became while sleeping
covered with a golden age
and some dust
a lifetime of gathering days
counting every heart beat waiting
I like to dream a lot
got over feeling bad about that
press an image through a computer's brain
try to break through to people with something pure
threw out all the ideas of the past
be there in the future
the name and the flesh
together with
some dancing.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Untitled # 222
will roses grow
from where
all my mistakes
are buried?
wooden crosses
painted white
or a hill of grass
and stones.
silent marks
in quiet earth
surrounded by
laughter and forgetting.
ideas of air
fuel thought
trains as they
reach home.
your voice
pulls through
the strata of
stale ideals.
Don't want to win
if it means
lost sense of self
is victory.
what kind
of hero
stands against
mountains of steel?
children of tears
become river men
as time cricks
ages gears slips.
when carbon clings
to your hands
we'll lose our way
telling tales asleep.
(The soul goes beyond being / for all the precious worlds)
from where
all my mistakes
are buried?
wooden crosses
painted white
or a hill of grass
and stones.
silent marks
in quiet earth
surrounded by
laughter and forgetting.
ideas of air
fuel thought
trains as they
reach home.
your voice
pulls through
the strata of
stale ideals.
Don't want to win
if it means
lost sense of self
is victory.
what kind
of hero
stands against
mountains of steel?
children of tears
become river men
as time cricks
ages gears slips.
when carbon clings
to your hands
we'll lose our way
telling tales asleep.
(The soul goes beyond being / for all the precious worlds)
Du Chat le Video!!
This is the first time I have uploaded something from my phone to my blog that is video. Interestingly, blogger already has a codec that makes it work with the coding template I just started using. The res still sucks but its better than it was years ago. Its David Sylvian playing in the background from Gone To Earth.
Penny For Your Thoughts
sometimes you're caught in its wake
something you can't shake
what does it take
to make it
through
a day?
sunrise
gives way to
evening and her
colors in the dwindling
light suddenly sun is slack
all colors hurriedly run around
sky gives way to blue then way to black
and you can see stars
and you can see
and you can...
something you can't shake
what does it take
to make it
through
a day?
sunrise
gives way to
evening and her
colors in the dwindling
light suddenly sun is slack
all colors hurriedly run around
sky gives way to blue then way to black
and you can see stars
and you can see
and you can...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Fatty Fat Fat Fat
I can't sleep.
Just had the most insane nightmare. dreamed I was having a heart attack. Strapped down to a gurney surrounded by people and screaming "I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry!" at the top of my lungs before waking up in a cold sweat. Gee, my unconscious mind is a blast isn't it? This is my brain's way of telling me my weight has finally become an issue. One I cannot ignore anymore. None of my clothes fit, or I don't like the way I look in what does fit. The tiredness and lethargy I am experiencing from the Zoloft has turned in to weight gain-now almost 30 lbs...
and that boys and girls is not okay. While I may not seem plump to the average joe I am heavier than I have ever been in my adult life and I can feel every pound. I don't care what anyone else thinks of my weight but I DO care about HOW I FEEL, both physically and mentally. Right now I feel like a slug-and its getting to the point where I am noticing back pain and pain in my knees that was not there 6 months ago. I cringe when I look at myself in the mirror-something I haven't done since I was a teenager. The thought of having to replace my entire wardrobe makes me shudder.
Yes, I need to eat-and yes, I need to manage my depression and mood but not at the cost of my health and hard-won self esteem. I didn't spend a lifetime of watching my weight to suddenly be miserable and fat at 40. Bald I can live with, but fat and bald makes me think I'll look like stuart-and I'd rather take a blowtorch to my face than go down that road to hell.
Just had the most insane nightmare. dreamed I was having a heart attack. Strapped down to a gurney surrounded by people and screaming "I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry!" at the top of my lungs before waking up in a cold sweat. Gee, my unconscious mind is a blast isn't it? This is my brain's way of telling me my weight has finally become an issue. One I cannot ignore anymore. None of my clothes fit, or I don't like the way I look in what does fit. The tiredness and lethargy I am experiencing from the Zoloft has turned in to weight gain-now almost 30 lbs...
and that boys and girls is not okay. While I may not seem plump to the average joe I am heavier than I have ever been in my adult life and I can feel every pound. I don't care what anyone else thinks of my weight but I DO care about HOW I FEEL, both physically and mentally. Right now I feel like a slug-and its getting to the point where I am noticing back pain and pain in my knees that was not there 6 months ago. I cringe when I look at myself in the mirror-something I haven't done since I was a teenager. The thought of having to replace my entire wardrobe makes me shudder.
Yes, I need to eat-and yes, I need to manage my depression and mood but not at the cost of my health and hard-won self esteem. I didn't spend a lifetime of watching my weight to suddenly be miserable and fat at 40. Bald I can live with, but fat and bald makes me think I'll look like stuart-and I'd rather take a blowtorch to my face than go down that road to hell.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Untitled # 221
from the beggars banquet
to the bakers weight
around his neck
From the kick in the teeth
to sheer disbelief
jack boots in step
hated for loving
suspicious disapproval
eyes pierce in the gloaming
plans of evil and swift removal
when trials of youth were worthwhile
to try the hats on
from a different style
experiment in predominant
affectations
balance the equation
with a stranger's smile
while days ago they announced
the war at the end of the world
does anything mean anything meaningful anymore?
(the sun burns a hole through the blinds)(unfinished)
a hearse or a fire becomes us all eventually
to the bakers weight
around his neck
From the kick in the teeth
to sheer disbelief
jack boots in step
hated for loving
suspicious disapproval
eyes pierce in the gloaming
plans of evil and swift removal
when trials of youth were worthwhile
to try the hats on
from a different style
experiment in predominant
affectations
balance the equation
with a stranger's smile
while days ago they announced
the war at the end of the world
does anything mean anything meaningful anymore?
(the sun burns a hole through the blinds)(unfinished)
a hearse or a fire becomes us all eventually
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Big Hair Days
Me, Summer, 1991 in my trailer in the redwoods. Working in a kitchen in the middle of a forest surrounded by children, spending my spare time eating Otterpops, listening to the smiths and hoping that one day I would I find my prince...
Dual / Process For Explanations Of War
man is on fire / goddess in the rain
tires screech / underneath the street
futile attempts / cynical vents
troops in fury / military accidents
truth down a hole / manufactured consent
deep in the valley / in the past rutted out
light shines like a beam / cracks form in cement
sky changes colors / gas filled bombs odors
thunder comes down from above / nothing left standing
the post war grove / kill for freedom
no disease more virulent / ivory tower observation decks
for the affluent / to cheer for lions
cultivated destruction / for damaged prions
god minions wreak havoc / in the paranoid silence
their violence out of sight / to be found later
no victim of fate / in the bomb's blast radius
(Note: To be read in a call and response pattern by an iraqi child and an american child while they face one another but with two televisions in between and facing them from which they read the lines back and forth to one another, hiding the other child while they speak-at the end of the first verse the readers flip and the child reads the other half of the text to the other child.)
tires screech / underneath the street
futile attempts / cynical vents
troops in fury / military accidents
truth down a hole / manufactured consent
deep in the valley / in the past rutted out
light shines like a beam / cracks form in cement
sky changes colors / gas filled bombs odors
thunder comes down from above / nothing left standing
the post war grove / kill for freedom
no disease more virulent / ivory tower observation decks
for the affluent / to cheer for lions
cultivated destruction / for damaged prions
god minions wreak havoc / in the paranoid silence
their violence out of sight / to be found later
no victim of fate / in the bomb's blast radius
(Note: To be read in a call and response pattern by an iraqi child and an american child while they face one another but with two televisions in between and facing them from which they read the lines back and forth to one another, hiding the other child while they speak-at the end of the first verse the readers flip and the child reads the other half of the text to the other child.)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Will
will it be tomorrow
will it be next week
will it take forever
before the reaper's
promise to keep
will the bells toll?
will tears roll?
you'll be dressed in light
sealed airtight
the clouds will open
like cracks in the sky
will it be next week
will it take forever
before the reaper's
promise to keep
will the bells toll?
will tears roll?
you'll be dressed in light
sealed airtight
the clouds will open
like cracks in the sky
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