A Reason for the Season
Save the humanS
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
What is the Reason?
The earth gives up her children
To feed our burden
The leaves fall for a reason
She’s falling, but when do we rest
Life goes on with the clamor of being
Forgiveness for the pavement that nature calls treason
The leaves fall for a reason
When the human dream turns to human drama
The wind sweeps and the trees collect karma
The pigeons gather to watch Shakespeare in action
The Way is a living lesson in every season
The leaves fall for a reason
Children play infatuated with our mother
As they grow they forget about sister and brother
TV replaces the weather and grass turns to plastic
Our living womb has been renovated into another statistic
Where is the world we learned to dance on
The leaves fall for a reason
The earth gives up her children
To feed our burden
The leaves fall for a reason
She’s falling, but when do we rest
Life goes on with the clamor of being
Forgiveness for the pavement that nature calls treason
The leaves fall for a reason
When the human dream turns to human drama
The wind sweeps and the trees collect karma
The pigeons gather to watch Shakespeare in action
The Way is a living lesson in every season
The leaves fall for a reason
Children play infatuated with our mother
As they grow they forget about sister and brother
TV replaces the weather and grass turns to plastic
Our living womb has been renovated into another statistic
Where is the world we learned to dance on
The leaves fall for a reason
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Let it all out on the Inside
We’re drowning by astounding numbers
It’s the consciousness that lacks
It’s the accumulating this and that
We even accumulate deficiency
Based on choices without facts
What other cure do I have
Than to walk and think
Sit to expound just write
Let it last just as long
As deep as we’ve been able
To empty ourselves out
Carving knowledge in the caverns
Of the things we were taught not to shout
Reversed Twins
What’s the beauty behind the blue door,
A mysterious twin I’ve never seen before.
Is it a coincidence to see myself,
In the market and places I go,
Separated during creation,
Lost in societal confusion,
Discovered through dharma,
Completion of connection.
Yin was never without yang.
Without looking behind the blue door,
Just a knowing I’ve known before.
Just a glassy girl
She’s such a starlit girl
(on the outside)
She goes home at night so pleasantly
(you never know what she’s going to write)
The feelings inside don’t escape
(until the evenings date)
What you wear has no consequence
(beauty lasts without confidence)
Lacking till the day one dies
(we can be filled if we just decide)
Monday, September 26, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
We Do Why
Why do we
To know something but not feel it.
Like the weather man and fantasies,
Like white pages and books we read.
Why do we
To feel something but not admit it
Like no presents under the tree
Like secret stashes of chocolate
Why do we
To speak but without heart
Like supermarket thank you’s
Like superstar interviews
Why do we
To listen with defense
Like the war on terrorism
Like a criminal in the wrong
Why do we
Why do we even why?
Why do we
To know something but not feel it.
Like the weather man and fantasies,
Like white pages and books we read.
Why do we
To feel something but not admit it
Like no presents under the tree
Like secret stashes of chocolate
Why do we
To speak but without heart
Like supermarket thank you’s
Like superstar interviews
Why do we
To listen with defense
Like the war on terrorism
Like a criminal in the wrong
Why do we
Why do we even why?
Friday, August 12, 2005
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
angels by the sea
they are looking for me
show me where to go
walking down the shore
if i had to live my life again
i wouldnt do it
i love all the scenes and the people i’ve met
i dont regret
angels by the sea
they are ready for me
just say i need to go
ieave my body on the shore
time to view my life again
this time it’s different
i’ve learned all the things that were ment for me
no reason to flee
angels by the sea
darkness sparkling
was it just a dream
they are looking for me
show me where to go
walking down the shore
if i had to live my life again
i wouldnt do it
i love all the scenes and the people i’ve met
i dont regret
angels by the sea
they are ready for me
just say i need to go
ieave my body on the shore
time to view my life again
this time it’s different
i’ve learned all the things that were ment for me
no reason to flee
angels by the sea
darkness sparkling
was it just a dream
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
What? Chuckle!
slowly slipping the soul between two pillows,
doesn't mean safety,
the should and shouldn't of self hate
the second guessing of security
to get now, means you don't think you have,
and to do try signifies lack in your mind
(what?) cant admit comfort
(what?) cant admit intelligence
(chuckle) you are knowledge
(chuckle) you are magnificent
there's only one chance left to be yourself
(and it's really not a chance at all)
slowly slipping the soul between two pillows,
doesn't mean safety,
the should and shouldn't of self hate
the second guessing of security
to get now, means you don't think you have,
and to do try signifies lack in your mind
(what?) cant admit comfort
(what?) cant admit intelligence
(chuckle) you are knowledge
(chuckle) you are magnificent
there's only one chance left to be yourself
(and it's really not a chance at all)
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
ive been working hard at the moving company and so no time for leasure activities..., though i've had great moments on the job, it creates another life for me, like i'm one person during the day - vegetarian moving mike, and when i come home im boring tired michael that can only think about eating and sleeping, and but there is always time to notice, but as you may have seen, no time to note. such as today, out on a job from 7am to 9pm, the way showed me the perfect time slot to watch a silent sunset, a whole 20 minutes of waiting for my crew to come back to get me..at first i was so anxious to get home but i figured i was where i was at and there must be a reason, so i sat down and the tree was glowing orange with the setting sun behind it, just the right breeze and not hustle bussle of richmond in my ears too...i heard that.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
look under - your feet
thats the only place you can be
- not in the past...
- not in the future...
- not in the moment....
where the hell are you.
when you say the things
you really dont know
it hurts your mind
more than it hurts your mouth
so dont run - in the other direction
water knows the only way to go
dont trust hate -
- but give into love
dont trust me -
but get it from above -
dont trust words when you feel inside
dont believe that there's a day you'll die
if you think your alone
your forgetting about your toes
they tingle when your asleep
they know what you dont know
go have a conversation
call collect and revisit your ache toes
what's it all got to do - with living right - in your shoes
(can you believe that sympathy is dancing among the fallen leaves) (for them the day is old everyday)
thats the only place you can be
- not in the past...
- not in the future...
- not in the moment....
where the hell are you.
when you say the things
you really dont know
it hurts your mind
more than it hurts your mouth
so dont run - in the other direction
water knows the only way to go
dont trust hate -
- but give into love
dont trust me -
but get it from above -
dont trust words when you feel inside
dont believe that there's a day you'll die
if you think your alone
your forgetting about your toes
they tingle when your asleep
they know what you dont know
go have a conversation
call collect and revisit your ache toes
what's it all got to do - with living right - in your shoes
(can you believe that sympathy is dancing among the fallen leaves) (for them the day is old everyday)
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Thanks for all your comments, they are well recieved, positive or negitive they all inspire me. I have never pushed my beliefs on anybody, and never said what is right or wrong in this world. there are a few things i know to be positively true, and one of those things is that i know i dont know anything. people who push their beliefs on other people, positive that their ways are the only way, need to step back and look at the whole picture, look beyond religion and look beyond the single sided world they know. it is true that there hasent been a single culture or civilization that didnt have some form of religion, some form of the supernatural, even people who call themselves atheist. think about it, with all of the beliefs out there who is to say which one is reality, which one is truth. Almost everyone takes on the beliefs that the majority hold in that society, for americans its mostly christianity, our government was even built upon it. for people of other cultures they have the say training as they grow up to believe certain ideas or certain supernatural beings. this is true, so who is right? everyone of course - so if you really believe god created animals for people to enjoy them, thats great, but would you treat anything god created as factory farms treat them? on those farms god didnt create them, laboratories and chemicals did, but that does not change their nature, but it does change ours. our idea of animals has changed so much over the past 50 years or so that people loose the love for the gifts we have, they just want more, and quicker too. If you had your own farm, fed your animals and then decided to eat them - ok. you undersand the nature of eating, but to go to the store and pick up a plactic waped piece of steak - what is that? an animal, food, or just materialism? just another thing to buy and consume, without thought to the before and after and of what it does to your own body and mind. it creates greed, it destroys compassion, it makes you loose touch with what the real world is really about... i dont know but i make it my duty to get past the bubble that we live in, i dont want to accept anything as the way it is, because i do know that there has got to be more, beyond the wal-marts and shopping malls, beyond the fast food chains and the nightly news.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
The Ward
well, it wont be long until we get everything done and move in. Probally in a few weeks or so. The house is in Jackson Ward, in richmond of course, and right near the famous Bojangles monument, ha. But let me give my thoughts on this for the moment and a bit of background brought to you by my education in urban studies class. There are postives and negatives living in jackson ward. It is a historic black neighborhood, where it was home to many freed blacks after the civil war, and quickly became a economic center for them. It housed many of the first black owned businesses, like banks and law firms, but lets not forget the clubs and resturants, and thus was known as the "black wall-street". Also we must note that many rising talents in the music industry regularly played at the famous Hippadome club in jackson ward, furthering the popularity of the neighborhood, some even called it the harlem of the south due to its cultural center for blacks. This all slowly crumbled due to blacks moving north to get away from the jim crow laws and after the world wars due to the govt' policies on breaking up cultural centers, as it was seen as dangerous, almsot unamerican, to have a area dense with one group of people...(this was B.S). Today it is one of the few historic black neighborhoods in the nation, and has seen better days. But since 2003 Richmond has been promoting the revitalization of its historic neiborhoods and providing insentives for rebuilding. So this also has an unseen effect, partially due to VCU's presence also. Many afluent people are buying out the historic homes and renovating them, then renting them out to students or selling them for more than people who would normally live there can pay, thus taking away from the traditional neighborhood. The population that has usually resided there were middle to lower class black families...yes families. But now that you throw in students in the mix, who are renting and have more money to spend, this changes the impression of the neighborhood, and many families move out and are sometimes even forced out. The renovation is a good and beautiful thing, but when property values increase, lowerclass homeowners are forced to sell because they can not live in that area anymore, mainly from increased taxes and economic pressure. So Richmond's program recoginizes this also and provide tax credits to renavators when the homeowner will actually be living in the house, no renting. Im sure there are many other factors at work here, but as I walk by and see our middle aged black neighbors I can only guess at what they think of who I am and why I'm living there. Am I ashamed becasue i know some of the detrimental factors that i may be contributing to...no, because i know i will do my best to help the people that need it most, and of course once i get a talking with the neighbors I think they won't have a problem with a guy with dreads.
jackson ward
well, it wont be long until we get everything done and move in. Probally in a few weeks or so. The house is in Jackson Ward, in richmond of course, and right near the famous Bojangles monument, ha. But let me give my thoughts on this for the moment and a bit of background brought to you by my education in urban studies class. There are postives and negatives living in jackson ward. It is a historic black neighborhood, where it was home to many freed blacks after the civil war, and quickly became a economic center for them. It housed many of the first black owned businesses, like banks and law firms, but lets not forget the clubs and resturants, and thus was known as the "black wall-street". Also we must note that many rising talents in the music industry regularly played at the famous Hippadome club in jackson ward, furthering the popularity of the neighborhood, some even called it the harlem of the south due to its cultural center for blacks. This all slowly crumbled due to blacks moving north to get away from the jim crow laws and after the world wars due to the govt' policies on breaking up cultural centers, as it was seen as dangerous, almsot unamerican, to have a area dense with one group of people...(this was B.S). Today it is one of the few historic black neighborhoods in the nation, and has seen better days. But since 2003 Richmond has been promoting the revitalization of its historic neiborhoods and providing insentives for rebuilding. So this also has an unseen effect, partially due to VCU's presence also. Many afluent people are buying out the historic homes and renovating them, then renting them out to students or selling them for more than people who would normally live there can pay, thus taking away from the traditional neighborhood. The population that has usually resided there were middle to lower class black families...yes families. But now that you throw in students in the mix, who are renting and have more money to spend, this changes the impression of the neighborhood, and many families move out and are sometimes even forced out. The renovation is a good and beautiful thing, but when property values increase, lowerclass homeowners are forced to sell because they can not live in that area anymore, mainly from increased taxes and economic pressure. So Richmond's program recoginizes this also and provide tax credits to renavators when the homeowner will actually be living in the house, no renting. Im sure there are many other factors at work here, but as I walk by and see our middle aged black neighbors I can only guess at what they think of who I am and why I'm living there. Am I ashamed becasue i know some of the detrimental factors that i may be contributing to...no, because i know i will do my best to help the people that need it most, and of course once i get a talking with the neighbors I think they won't have a problem with a guy with dreads.
jackson ward
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
I'll walk the long way home,
if it means I'll stay in the sun.
What is it like to go out every sunday,
and pretend like you know the sun.
There's nothing else but the search on the inside,
dont pretend that there's a more important one.
We should all take the long way home,
if it means we'll stay in the sun
-it's a light that doesn't exaggerate,
-it's an experience taught by no one
-its the reminder outside our mind
To feel the sun, with all that it touches,
Lets us feel the concept of one.
Beware: it's the search that searches for itself
while the truth remains to be touched,
just sitting out in the open,
in the light, on the long way home.
if it means I'll stay in the sun.
What is it like to go out every sunday,
and pretend like you know the sun.
There's nothing else but the search on the inside,
dont pretend that there's a more important one.
We should all take the long way home,
if it means we'll stay in the sun
-it's a light that doesn't exaggerate,
-it's an experience taught by no one
-its the reminder outside our mind
To feel the sun, with all that it touches,
Lets us feel the concept of one.
Beware: it's the search that searches for itself
while the truth remains to be touched,
just sitting out in the open,
in the light, on the long way home.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
haven't posted in a long while now
check out the movie I "heart" huckabees and also "what the bleep to we know"
more to come
check out the movie I "heart" huckabees and also "what the bleep to we know"
more to come
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Hey everybodi....I need help for a poetry contest, Let me know which one of the following you like best by leaving a comment at the end of this post. Pleassssse let me know what you think, thank you.
Mercury
every one knows the feeling told
a dot, contained, an arrow flat
lines and beyond lines
beautiful is forgotten, words are forgotten
circle to circle, center red is struck
blink, but stare
sprouted feathers explode
with ground falling, air and more air
tis what we owe -
pleasure of first shot in season blossoming
come yee - carrier and archer, let me feel
so that I know, what is real
a burning heart, with winged angel
it proclaims:
"for a time your eyes may be unblind,
this I give the power of chance
vision of true and a mind, unwritten
some take with pain, some leave bear
only the wise, shut thou eyes,
to reveal what is truly there"
Sitting Tiger, Pouncing Bloom
A bed of premature buds sit waiting.
Sprouting elegantly aside the paved ways.
Raised up and growing firm.
A passage which we all will learn.
Let it unfold like the jewel from a lotus,
Rooted in the mud yet ever above it.
A hand offering Excalibur to combat spontaneous woes,
A blooming lifesaver in hopeless waters,
Some bankrupt souls see gold to collect.
Yet others will trail seeds of greed.
As every step I take is followed by some other,
I must complain,
Let the petals please.
Its impression is beyond organic.
Retain it so as not to obtain it.
Just one petal’s presence,
Is evidence of an underlying law.
Its purpose will touch,
If you leave it uncut.
A bloom,
In the state from which it flowered,
Is a tiger catching fish with its tail
Unexpected, yet pleasantly effective.
A Generic Magazine Shop
Life needs to be turned on and my face is the switch plate
Is it revolutionary to be me without getting a handshake
All I see is you passing fears at the dinner table
Please pass the salt as air has had a better taste
Now, to wonder why we changed the style of freedom
I can't keep up with rules that run faster with pumped up shoes
I don’t want to see my self in a magazine
with someone who looks just like me
I was uneducated, cold bold faces attacked me like the day I was born
Now I know because of easily accessed words
Words that are repeated without my brain interfering
Really, it's not true, my secret path has been paved over
I’m collecting the toll for a four lane highway
I'll allow you all to come in but my face wont budge
I’ve stopped the electricity to my smile
because my brain couldn’t pay the bill
Tissue was writing checks that blood couldn't cash
Oxygen pays the bills around here, and it was sent for a checkup
Spent all its cash on back alley plastic surgeons
who told it what to be
The token brain was in the waiting room reading up
on the latest type of cleavage
All while his thoughts were plotting a riot
hoping for knowledge to go on vacation
Man has been blemished from the end of four feet -
to four feet taller on two feet
Though it has always been said a beautiful berry is bad to eat
Why do we let our eyes be the landlord,
how do they know when they can't see inside
It’s time to be turned inside out, like a bad episode of star trek
Pinning my heart to my forehead
would be less bloody than emotion starting a civil war
I just have to realize there is more to loose on the inside
So why does green sooth us so,
so much so that fingers take on mind of their own
Feeding the Three
For fear of tomorrow
With no recollection of the yester steps
We spend time as we breath,
Conscious of it or not
And that is this cause, which we try to scratch
It is in that spot in the middle of our back
Bear bark just seems to lack
Who is this ‘I’ that is not satisfied?
Lurching from a womb every minute
A beggar, a father, scientist, or simplest
Created from a craving that was educated through ignorance
One more day of knowledge
One more day the three get fatter
Why walk out in the sun and say it is hot
Why walk out in the rain and say it is wet
It is what it is, does it matter to you
Do you direct the cosmos?
Why weigh the world,
When the world is weighted with you
Is this not biased?
Seeing things through your eyes
Your mind disects yourself into things
Because of this challenge we will suffer much
We will separate our love and our hate
Without ever knowing either one
Our lives are filled up to the brim
So life can never get in
We write books and keep them on shelves
For permanent memory and aesthetic sake
But what need do we have of them?
If only they could be recycled,
Our resources – us- are running low
Running faster so as not to be caught
The free beings are ever endangered
We suck them up and compound them
Use their bodies as ink, and prink what we think they would say
But never are these words able to emulate the freedom
Who dances to make the moon smile?
Who climbs mountains to greet the tips?
There are too many purposes, pretending to be people
I have yet to meet a man able to free the three
Singing for the Seeds
Singing on forgetting
Forests are relenting
Bambi knows, if you’re not cute you go
The creatures lost their love for living
While dying for giving
Men don’t need
More
More for weeks beyond and before
And when a mind has made up
That god bestowed
Some power for men to imagine power
And be gods of their own every dinner hour
To think we know our needs
Our taste is acquired
Over
More over instinct is fired
The pestilence has hold
Blindness unfolds for every hit
Addiction applied
No ones admitting
I’m alive despite your giant shadow
A head too big to think for its own
Fueled by a green origami hamster
Speaking your thinking
The voice of millionaires
Just happens to be heard
For your best interest
Amazing or just a glazing?
In a garden is where I confide
Footprint next to paw print
It’s not a law but against the way
By living through loving
Is a warm bed at night
At the end
Respect as if
The self in thyself
Myself is yourself is connected milk
Under the sun, wonders expand
Dirt turns to sand and replenishes
A dropped berry
To chance but grow a hundred berries
Dough rises to reflect
For, there’s no mystery
Why the seeds grow
Mercury
every one knows the feeling told
a dot, contained, an arrow flat
lines and beyond lines
beautiful is forgotten, words are forgotten
circle to circle, center red is struck
blink, but stare
sprouted feathers explode
with ground falling, air and more air
tis what we owe -
pleasure of first shot in season blossoming
come yee - carrier and archer, let me feel
so that I know, what is real
a burning heart, with winged angel
it proclaims:
"for a time your eyes may be unblind,
this I give the power of chance
vision of true and a mind, unwritten
some take with pain, some leave bear
only the wise, shut thou eyes,
to reveal what is truly there"
Sitting Tiger, Pouncing Bloom
A bed of premature buds sit waiting.
Sprouting elegantly aside the paved ways.
Raised up and growing firm.
A passage which we all will learn.
Let it unfold like the jewel from a lotus,
Rooted in the mud yet ever above it.
A hand offering Excalibur to combat spontaneous woes,
A blooming lifesaver in hopeless waters,
Some bankrupt souls see gold to collect.
Yet others will trail seeds of greed.
As every step I take is followed by some other,
I must complain,
Let the petals please.
Its impression is beyond organic.
Retain it so as not to obtain it.
Just one petal’s presence,
Is evidence of an underlying law.
Its purpose will touch,
If you leave it uncut.
A bloom,
In the state from which it flowered,
Is a tiger catching fish with its tail
Unexpected, yet pleasantly effective.
A Generic Magazine Shop
Life needs to be turned on and my face is the switch plate
Is it revolutionary to be me without getting a handshake
All I see is you passing fears at the dinner table
Please pass the salt as air has had a better taste
Now, to wonder why we changed the style of freedom
I can't keep up with rules that run faster with pumped up shoes
I don’t want to see my self in a magazine
with someone who looks just like me
I was uneducated, cold bold faces attacked me like the day I was born
Now I know because of easily accessed words
Words that are repeated without my brain interfering
Really, it's not true, my secret path has been paved over
I’m collecting the toll for a four lane highway
I'll allow you all to come in but my face wont budge
I’ve stopped the electricity to my smile
because my brain couldn’t pay the bill
Tissue was writing checks that blood couldn't cash
Oxygen pays the bills around here, and it was sent for a checkup
Spent all its cash on back alley plastic surgeons
who told it what to be
The token brain was in the waiting room reading up
on the latest type of cleavage
All while his thoughts were plotting a riot
hoping for knowledge to go on vacation
Man has been blemished from the end of four feet -
to four feet taller on two feet
Though it has always been said a beautiful berry is bad to eat
Why do we let our eyes be the landlord,
how do they know when they can't see inside
It’s time to be turned inside out, like a bad episode of star trek
Pinning my heart to my forehead
would be less bloody than emotion starting a civil war
I just have to realize there is more to loose on the inside
So why does green sooth us so,
so much so that fingers take on mind of their own
Feeding the Three
For fear of tomorrow
With no recollection of the yester steps
We spend time as we breath,
Conscious of it or not
And that is this cause, which we try to scratch
It is in that spot in the middle of our back
Bear bark just seems to lack
Who is this ‘I’ that is not satisfied?
Lurching from a womb every minute
A beggar, a father, scientist, or simplest
Created from a craving that was educated through ignorance
One more day of knowledge
One more day the three get fatter
Why walk out in the sun and say it is hot
Why walk out in the rain and say it is wet
It is what it is, does it matter to you
Do you direct the cosmos?
Why weigh the world,
When the world is weighted with you
Is this not biased?
Seeing things through your eyes
Your mind disects yourself into things
Because of this challenge we will suffer much
We will separate our love and our hate
Without ever knowing either one
Our lives are filled up to the brim
So life can never get in
We write books and keep them on shelves
For permanent memory and aesthetic sake
But what need do we have of them?
If only they could be recycled,
Our resources – us- are running low
Running faster so as not to be caught
The free beings are ever endangered
We suck them up and compound them
Use their bodies as ink, and prink what we think they would say
But never are these words able to emulate the freedom
Who dances to make the moon smile?
Who climbs mountains to greet the tips?
There are too many purposes, pretending to be people
I have yet to meet a man able to free the three
Singing for the Seeds
Singing on forgetting
Forests are relenting
Bambi knows, if you’re not cute you go
The creatures lost their love for living
While dying for giving
Men don’t need
More
More for weeks beyond and before
And when a mind has made up
That god bestowed
Some power for men to imagine power
And be gods of their own every dinner hour
To think we know our needs
Our taste is acquired
Over
More over instinct is fired
The pestilence has hold
Blindness unfolds for every hit
Addiction applied
No ones admitting
I’m alive despite your giant shadow
A head too big to think for its own
Fueled by a green origami hamster
Speaking your thinking
The voice of millionaires
Just happens to be heard
For your best interest
Amazing or just a glazing?
In a garden is where I confide
Footprint next to paw print
It’s not a law but against the way
By living through loving
Is a warm bed at night
At the end
Respect as if
The self in thyself
Myself is yourself is connected milk
Under the sun, wonders expand
Dirt turns to sand and replenishes
A dropped berry
To chance but grow a hundred berries
Dough rises to reflect
For, there’s no mystery
Why the seeds grow
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Its so fake. My clothes, my things, my apartment. Why do I feel this? Something that I call reality, is really only just what I call it, and would be the same whether I call it anything or just nothing. How can I see the world without unconsciously deceiving myself? Everything has its own purpose, who am I to say what that purpose is. Why do I care, why do I ask “why do I care”? labeling things doesn’t let me know them, because to know is to not question. I sat in a bench today, in the sun, immobile. Hurried minds ran faster than their feet. I was the iron bench - and when people looked at me, they didn’t see me as me, only as a part of the scenery. Like the bricks stare at fools, the lamps light the ground at night, and time is an unknown dimension, even mocked when mentioned. If I could have condensed it for a moment, it would still be me on the bench, absorbed into that stationary reality. Ten minutes to sit, to sit. Ten minutes to see myself missing myself and then to bring me back. All corduroyed up and basting. But how I wanted to grab hold of the zombies and put new glasses on them, to raise them again from the dead
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
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
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
Monday, February 14, 2005
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.
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.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
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.
Friday, February 04, 2005
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.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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
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
Saturday, January 22, 2005
something contrary is distilled in me
its not really me, but what people said i should be
there is fire on my soul spredding
all trying to burn dinner's desire
the tranquil rests in ashes
the mind dragged in mud
we sit not with our breathren
and we only utter brother in times of distress
what of the you in me?
ive settled back in richomond and commenced this semesters studies. how much of it will i really need - all these electrons i will never see and thoeries to explain unnessary relations in the eyes of man?
its not really me, but what people said i should be
there is fire on my soul spredding
all trying to burn dinner's desire
the tranquil rests in ashes
the mind dragged in mud
we sit not with our breathren
and we only utter brother in times of distress
what of the you in me?
ive settled back in richomond and commenced this semesters studies. how much of it will i really need - all these electrons i will never see and thoeries to explain unnessary relations in the eyes of man?
Sunday, December 26, 2004
merry christmas and a happy new year. I made it back to the olde states of america, but not without problems. I had to pay extra for the large bags I had, which were all the presents I was giving all the people i know. the flights were fine, no problems there. When i got to my final destination, only one bag came in and i had to file a report and find out where my bags were. So my family picked me up and I was home, it was wierd. The next day they came over with my misplaced bags, which had come in on a later flight. This was sunday the 19th now. Me and Meaghan decided to go back to richmond that night because she had to work on monday, so we headed out at around 830 pm and it was snowing and slippery. We were on 95 going south when meaghan slipped a little on the road so we pulled over to the sholder and put on the flashers. Then someone in a Isuzu trooper plowed in the back of us, bazam! Meaghan was crying and i was trying to figure out if everything was ok. She ended up getting ten staples in her head and a concusion and whip lash. i had a little whiplash and thats about it. So thats fun. And then the next day I was feeling sick from some thing i had caught in thailand, and i got worse. I had high feaver and all the nasty things like the flu, but it wasnt the flu. I went to the doctors and they think i have malaria, so im waiting to hear back from my blood test to see what ive got exactly. So yeah comming back hasnt been the best experience but im slowly getting used to the swing of things again.
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