It’s Fair (not really)...

Throw out a net and close your eyes while you mine,
You aim for the fish but don’t care what you find,
A thousand years of harmony never to be seen
Guzzled by man guzzling gasoline
Now that you’ve humpbacked all the whales from the sea
There’s much more room for your secret pollutants (that you like to call submarines)
And it’s as if we didn’t know
We all contribute to this suffering
Through the things we buy without even thinking
As if we really thought – it’s fair
Animals have enough skin to share
Now back to the land, a greater disturbance to natural man
When companies own DNA and farmers are sued when they sow
We are forced to label things as organic, otherwise we wouldn’t know
And some place real far children sweat hard to produce our candy bars
The natives are starving for self subsistence and wells go dry (due to corporate ignorance)
And it’s as if we didn’t know
We all contribute to this suffering
Through the things we buy without even thinking
As if we really thought - it’s fair
My pair shoes appeared out of thin air
The coming of technology is just another poison in our bread
Check the ingredients can you understand what it says
No need to sigh, yellow #5 will only kill a few of the little guys
We need to stop thinking that if it’s available to buy - then it is legit,
But the government is only concerned if you immediately die (because of it)
And it’s as if we didn’t know
We all contribute to this suffering
Through the things we buy without even thinking
As if we really thought - it’s fair
These cookies were hand baked by grandma wearing polka dotted underwear
Do we see the labored hands and bent over spine
How’d you like to work all the time and be repaid less than a dime
Thank the prisoners that took care to finely sew your brazier
While companies with adopted customer families use America to capitalize
On factories of exploited countries enslaving other families (in dilapidated economies)
And it’s if we didn’t know
We all contribute to this suffering
Through the things we buy without even thinking
As if we really thought - it’s fair

Floating Sticky Rice, Thailand 

Valentine’s Day
Well today is Valentine’s Day. I don’t seem to understand it, but hey, some people like it. The only complaint I have is this holiday’s ability to destroy one form of beauty in order to fulfill traditional obligations and, maybe, create a smile on the other end. What I’m talking about is flowers, roses in particular. What is it about our society’s fascination to take advantage of beauty, especially natural beauty? We cut, and in effect kill, flowers in order to give them to the ones we care about. I don’t know if anyone thinks about this, but I really don’t understand it and prefer not to participate in it. Now I know girls like flowers every now and then, so buy a live plant, not grown just to be cut and passed around on just this one day. Then what? Are they forgotten and used like every other beauty in this world, just for one days smile? This exploitation gets imbedded into everything we do, especially Americans. I think this day should not be based on what gift to buy to show ones love, but to think what is the most selfless act I can do to show it’s not always about ‘me’. On this day we can focus our attention to the ones closest to us, the ones who have been there for us when we haven’t even noticed. That support we always expect but never recognized or the one person who is there no matter where you are. Valentines day should be the day of opening up to these people in your life, the ones you may have never noticed how much you actually depend on. We shouldn’t think of what to buy them (the quick and easy way of getting out of doing something meaningful), but think about how much they have contributed to where you are today and make them know how you feel. Whether it is just a simple hug, when you would otherwise shake hands, or a note you spent time to write. Think about selfless, not about you but them. Not about buying into the commercial and traditional ‘business’ of holidays, but of feeling in touch with your fellow human beings. The soul longs for this communication, and this day should be the day to let your heart speak, and not your head or ego.

Stump and Converse 

Not Exactly That

Seems that my thoughts are described by the doodles in my notebook,
The subconscious has a way of communicating after all.
Make my head shake
The robots are fleeting, finally self motivation
This world is so personalized – that it is so impersonal
I can’t tell my face from the next
A preempted generation
Like begging for a name – that isn’t just the same
Fingerprints tell the unambiguous truth – that
I’m not just another one of you
Diversity catching my eye
Another windblown leaf avoiding the sky
It’s hard to find – that state of never mind
People with their headphones on
Keep the bubble turned up and keep the city turned down – while they miss me
Just another tree
It’s just to decorate with colored souls and human clones – that it’s another war
To regret about while someone else lies on the ground
Where does the campaign begin, to make – this – that.

Branches 

Is not at all

Heard. Heard. Never gain but find.
My head is spinning and I follow it
I go round and round chasing my own tail
I’ve seen blizzards before, but none of them saw me
I am just a shadow hiding behind the light
Waking rainbows miss me
Turtles pass me
Clickers click me
Lonely substitute for Velveta, curdling in the corner with one eye wanting to be open
I regret passing up the dictionary for definitions, for its pages must be stacked with creations, pondering on and growing inorganically, scaling brains till all evens out with the asymptote of mediocrity. This is regret, for the outlier can skew the norm, and they all rebel with collective contemporary hooks, equipped with the shiny bait, with bobber and all so as not to break a sweat while shadows search for a means of substance.
Sitting upright along the chassis of humanity
Emerging
Converging
Energy swelling, never yonder
The carrot is no carrot at all

Richmond was warm today...but i failed to absorb it.

Tunnel and Ice 

YEAH> I got the picture thing to do its thing, or something. but it works now, so let me know what you think of these pics. These two I took in Thailand and added a "cartoon" effect to them....pretty crazy eh? I thought so. You can click on a pic to enlarge it, and dont forget to leave your comments...for administrative purposes.

Floating market outside Bangkok, Thailand 

Tricycle taxi in Chaingmai Thailand 

Got a new look going on, hope ya'll enjoy the fancy dancies.

Why does our city's concrete try to cover it's roots?

P.s found a way to post pictures....so will be doing that: a sa p.

Economical Leftovers

I’ve got microwaveable success in a bottle
I don’t understand the dirt because it’s harder
To read the ingredients when it’s written in the language of ignorance
When pin stripes have found their way into thrift stores
Is when you know it’s not safe to microwave anymore
When the people pay top dollar
For leftovers dropped by the companies they trust
With the family name and papa’s homely face on the box
It seems we’ve missed the Sunday paper
With the obituaries:
Papa was micro waved by his in-laws,
Now economical uncle jack has hired a lawyer and a chemist
To figure out how to keep lies in your fridge
Longer than nature even wants to stay around
It seems it’s not safe to microwave anymore
When was it ever?

OK so i promise i will be updating more as my brain starts turing with the wheels of academics...more and more seems to putter out.

currently: scratching my semi-woodsman facial growth...
thinking: it needs to go.

semi reading: Take It Personally: How to make conscious choices to change the world. by anita roddick. Quote: "Technological progress has merely provided us with more evvicietn means for going backwards - aldous huxley" "It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong" "during the past two decades the total amout of food in the world has increased, but so has hunger." page number 46

other semi reading: Dominion: the power of man, the suffering of animals, and the call to mercy, by matthew scully, page number 21

slowly semi reading: Einstien: the life and times, page number 169

Eightfold path:
1. Right understanding
2. Right aspiration
3. Right speech
4. Right action
5. Right livelihood
6. Right effort
7. Right mindfullness
8. Right concentration