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)

What it's all about 

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.

ok lovely comment on the previous posting. feel free to stop by and take what you please, if i've reduced my spirituality to "things" i might be upset. by the way something - if your hungry i can make you a free vegan meal that would not involve harming other beings to feel better about yourself.

ok...by the way...whats inside the house, and how the rooms are layed out, is for me to know and for you to find out.

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

The new house!!...and meaghan's bike I painted. 

yes isnt it wonderful when you wake up and its clody and chilly outside with a bit of a mist and sprinklke, then at about 5 of the clock the sun comes out and opens your eyes! its like it is morning all over again, and i just took a shower to have that crisp clean feeling, a baptism to no end.

100% or not? What do you think... I spotted this after i drank the 100% juice blend....at least is 100% of something.  

One O'clock 

For anyone who is interested, click the "photoNoshop" on my links bar, this guy/girl has really awesome photos...

I've got rain 

Kylie and the infamous blue popsicle 

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.

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

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

Barbed Sky 

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

Who comes first? 

just to let everyone know...all the photos are taken by your very own...whenever things appear to look like a picture I tend to take them...just a glimpse at how I view the world