Puffed mist,
compliments of the shuffling limbs dancing through the paths. The sore on the tip of this country tongue is rubbing against the ass of its teeth.
The dry heat clouds of this dusty commotion have put sand in our eyes and zombie remotes in our laps, believing all wee see on our TV screens.
We are the watchmen with mallets in our hands and distress bells at our sides, blinded by the lucid slime glazing our eyes, as violent,wicked,self interested fleets invade our mindless states.
Could it all boil down to a tarnished spoon scraping clean the belly of a can of beans?
And who will get the chance to lick that spoon clean?
Its the result of the big man needing more dollars to stuff his wallet with, to make it softer to sit, amongst the rich, while past dedicated layoffs watch from a ditch, soil filled finger prints gripping signs that read "Honestly, I need your change."
And any change, be it of mentality or currency would be a positive start. But honestly, there are to many fancy ties in the room and I cant see which deep pocket in those shiny slacks holds the yo-yo wall street is spun around. Who's fingers is that string knotted to? The figure of speech "110 Percent" just doesn't resonate anymore.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Dreams and Things 2
The outside,
A faded bronze,
polishes clean.
Gleaming bright and gold,
with the swift swipe of passing clouds,
The sun reveals itself for the first time in days.
Publish Post
DREAM 5-30-2008
She tore her white dress into a seductive bikini as she,
and all who survived, rummaged through the rubble wreckage of a smoldering world,
post apocalyptic, with guilt in her eyes.
DREAM 5-31-2008
A slimy envelope of skin slid out from her like a child down a silver slide. I opened the package gently, unfolding with excitement and found a baby.
6-08-2008
Rats on the window ledge,
gobbling down bird feed. Storm comes forward with clouds swollen.
Rounded cheeks.
Death is a blueberry in the throat.
DREAM 6-15-2008
Contortionists having sex followed by the purchase of 15 bagels. Roll in and out of each other. Lightly toasted.
6 -21- 2008
Jacksonville, Florida
Daunted Dark Dandy.
Dim eyes set out before me.
Beat me to the real thing.
Batting lashes blink to robbery.
Dig deep through depths of daunted dark dandy.
Found it.
See Earth from the Moon.
Found it.
Chic sees its own hatched egg.
Found it.
Found it.
6-21-2008
Jacksonville, Florida
Caged brain, here comes a key.
Savor freedom like fragrant honey.
Slipping out of quotation me,
observing everything.
So now its all shits and giggles.
Deeply Awake.
Deeply Awake.
6-24-2008
Jacksonville, Florida
DEATH VACATION
The feeling after returning from a long vacation feels so good. You have experienced things and have enjoyed yourself and maybe even come across some mishaps. But when your vacation is over you get a nice feeling of acceptance. You know you you cant stay on Vacation forever, and the entire time your counting down the remaining days. If we enjoyed life like we do vacations, death would be expected when it came and easy to accept. Every day alive is a vacation from death.
A faded bronze,
polishes clean.
Gleaming bright and gold,
with the swift swipe of passing clouds,
The sun reveals itself for the first time in days.
Publish Post
DREAM 5-30-2008
She tore her white dress into a seductive bikini as she,
and all who survived, rummaged through the rubble wreckage of a smoldering world,
post apocalyptic, with guilt in her eyes.
DREAM 5-31-2008
A slimy envelope of skin slid out from her like a child down a silver slide. I opened the package gently, unfolding with excitement and found a baby.
6-08-2008
Rats on the window ledge,
gobbling down bird feed. Storm comes forward with clouds swollen.
Rounded cheeks.
Death is a blueberry in the throat.
DREAM 6-15-2008
Contortionists having sex followed by the purchase of 15 bagels. Roll in and out of each other. Lightly toasted.
6 -21- 2008
Jacksonville, Florida
Daunted Dark Dandy.
Dim eyes set out before me.
Beat me to the real thing.
Batting lashes blink to robbery.
Dig deep through depths of daunted dark dandy.
Found it.
See Earth from the Moon.
Found it.
Chic sees its own hatched egg.
Found it.
Found it.
6-21-2008
Jacksonville, Florida
Caged brain, here comes a key.
Savor freedom like fragrant honey.
Slipping out of quotation me,
observing everything.
So now its all shits and giggles.
Deeply Awake.
Deeply Awake.
6-24-2008
Jacksonville, Florida
DEATH VACATION
The feeling after returning from a long vacation feels so good. You have experienced things and have enjoyed yourself and maybe even come across some mishaps. But when your vacation is over you get a nice feeling of acceptance. You know you you cant stay on Vacation forever, and the entire time your counting down the remaining days. If we enjoyed life like we do vacations, death would be expected when it came and easy to accept. Every day alive is a vacation from death.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
EGO AND MADELINE
A short story that is compiled of just this and only this
Walking down the trail of a location he does not know, Ego finds himself feeling free and full of life. Every breath entering his lungs is as wonderful as hidden nipples behind a buttoned blouse.
Ego stops and takes a minute to lean against a tree covered in moss and ponder on the thought he had about a mysterious woman. The image came into his mind shortly after feeling the delicacy of his freedom, the beauty of his breath. As Ego closed his eyes he was now somewhere else. A dream within a dream?
He was leaning against an Iron fence and on the other side of the fence was the woman. She was covered in a single piece of clothe that was slit down the middle and held together by buttons. It was not a jacket. It was not a dress. It was more life a sock made for the entire body. She glanced at him, as if she was armless, as if she was without any limbs and sighed
“You look a little pale Ego.”
“So does the sky… whats your name?”
“Whatever you want to make me is what I am Ego.”
“Madeline?”
Immediately the woman, without any hesitation responded, as if she had just been born.
“Yes.”
“What is going on? Can you explain to me where I am, What I am doing here? Is this a dream? Is this a dream within a dream? Is this reality? Is this enlightenment, heaven?”
“Ego, What does it matter? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Extremely!”
Madeline unbuttoned the clasped seam beneath her jaw and revealed her delicate throat to Ego. Ego took a breath and everything seemed to become so much more beautiful. He took a deeper breath and again, everything became magnified.
“Madeline, What is this rod Iron fence doing here? Its separating us? I have a problem with separation”
“Why is that Ego?”
“Because I want to touch you. I want to see the glow beneath that garment.”
“Well this gate has openings. Reach right through and take what you want.”
Ego extended his arm outward to Madeline but could not move past the front of the gate. The opening of the gate was as clear as day and as solid as glass.
“I don’t understand Madeline, I cant not attain my desire for you.”
“Baby, Your still touching a tree.”
Ego realized that he was still stuck in the worry of knowing what dimension he had stepped into. That in itself was enough for him to realize that he had his feet in two different fields. An observer could say that Ego had one foot in the End Zone and another on Home Plate. Once Ego stepped became fully aware of the floating dust that separates nothing but is everything, he was able to ease the tips of his fingers past the cold Iron of the gate.
“Your as sweet as a sticky bun and as clueless as a question mark Ego.”
In one fluid motion Ego ran his index finger down Madelines throat, through all the buttons and stopped at her belly button. Madeline allowed her unbuttoned covering to catch the wind and blow away from her delicate shoulders. She was completely naked and glowing with the softness of a lotus pedal. Egos finger still rested in the oval of Madelines belly.
“I must tell you, Ive been known to lose my touch. Well, I should rephrase. I have been known to lose touch with myself and in a sense my own reality. Is that what is happening now?”
“How do you expect me to get turned on with that kind of nonsense. You know exactly what this is Ego. You are ruining it by trying to make it more than what it is!”
“I have panic attacks Madeline. Your beauty…”
“Forget about the panic attacks Ego! You’ve completely turned my peach into a horned melon!”
Madeline, Nude as birth, walked away from the gate and stepped into a garden with fresh herbs. She picked thyme, parsley and sage and held the herbs in her palm. She inhaled the aromas of their juices and walked back over to the iron fence.
“You see Ego, I am always here… I have always been here. How do you think I feel about you? You come to me when you please, when you need something, when you are desiring change…but have I ever found my way to you… No. I am here for you comfort and you don’t stay. You leave because you don’t realize how good this is! How good I am!”
“This is the first time I have seen you Madeline!”
“The first time you have seen me in this mold…Ego.”
Madeline walked over to Ego and stroked his face and whispered at the front of his lips
“Baby, Let me show you something.”
Suddenly everything was dark and Ego could not see anything.
“Hello…Madeline…!”
“Ego, it is as simple as this!”
The sound of two fingers snapping past each other echoed through the air and magically little white dots screamed out with light from the dark around Ego.
“STARS!”
Walking down the trail of a location he does not know, Ego finds himself feeling free and full of life. Every breath entering his lungs is as wonderful as hidden nipples behind a buttoned blouse.
Ego stops and takes a minute to lean against a tree covered in moss and ponder on the thought he had about a mysterious woman. The image came into his mind shortly after feeling the delicacy of his freedom, the beauty of his breath. As Ego closed his eyes he was now somewhere else. A dream within a dream?
He was leaning against an Iron fence and on the other side of the fence was the woman. She was covered in a single piece of clothe that was slit down the middle and held together by buttons. It was not a jacket. It was not a dress. It was more life a sock made for the entire body. She glanced at him, as if she was armless, as if she was without any limbs and sighed
“You look a little pale Ego.”
“So does the sky… whats your name?”
“Whatever you want to make me is what I am Ego.”
“Madeline?”
Immediately the woman, without any hesitation responded, as if she had just been born.
“Yes.”
“What is going on? Can you explain to me where I am, What I am doing here? Is this a dream? Is this a dream within a dream? Is this reality? Is this enlightenment, heaven?”
“Ego, What does it matter? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Extremely!”
Madeline unbuttoned the clasped seam beneath her jaw and revealed her delicate throat to Ego. Ego took a breath and everything seemed to become so much more beautiful. He took a deeper breath and again, everything became magnified.
“Madeline, What is this rod Iron fence doing here? Its separating us? I have a problem with separation”
“Why is that Ego?”
“Because I want to touch you. I want to see the glow beneath that garment.”
“Well this gate has openings. Reach right through and take what you want.”
Ego extended his arm outward to Madeline but could not move past the front of the gate. The opening of the gate was as clear as day and as solid as glass.
“I don’t understand Madeline, I cant not attain my desire for you.”
“Baby, Your still touching a tree.”
Ego realized that he was still stuck in the worry of knowing what dimension he had stepped into. That in itself was enough for him to realize that he had his feet in two different fields. An observer could say that Ego had one foot in the End Zone and another on Home Plate. Once Ego stepped became fully aware of the floating dust that separates nothing but is everything, he was able to ease the tips of his fingers past the cold Iron of the gate.
“Your as sweet as a sticky bun and as clueless as a question mark Ego.”
In one fluid motion Ego ran his index finger down Madelines throat, through all the buttons and stopped at her belly button. Madeline allowed her unbuttoned covering to catch the wind and blow away from her delicate shoulders. She was completely naked and glowing with the softness of a lotus pedal. Egos finger still rested in the oval of Madelines belly.
“I must tell you, Ive been known to lose my touch. Well, I should rephrase. I have been known to lose touch with myself and in a sense my own reality. Is that what is happening now?”
“How do you expect me to get turned on with that kind of nonsense. You know exactly what this is Ego. You are ruining it by trying to make it more than what it is!”
“I have panic attacks Madeline. Your beauty…”
“Forget about the panic attacks Ego! You’ve completely turned my peach into a horned melon!”
Madeline, Nude as birth, walked away from the gate and stepped into a garden with fresh herbs. She picked thyme, parsley and sage and held the herbs in her palm. She inhaled the aromas of their juices and walked back over to the iron fence.
“You see Ego, I am always here… I have always been here. How do you think I feel about you? You come to me when you please, when you need something, when you are desiring change…but have I ever found my way to you… No. I am here for you comfort and you don’t stay. You leave because you don’t realize how good this is! How good I am!”
“This is the first time I have seen you Madeline!”
“The first time you have seen me in this mold…Ego.”
Madeline walked over to Ego and stroked his face and whispered at the front of his lips
“Baby, Let me show you something.”
Suddenly everything was dark and Ego could not see anything.
“Hello…Madeline…!”
“Ego, it is as simple as this!”
The sound of two fingers snapping past each other echoed through the air and magically little white dots screamed out with light from the dark around Ego.
“STARS!”
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Getting Lost
Dancing with the Queen Nuance of All Nuances on a Universal Dance Floor.
"You've got two much on your mind to do this right."
"Get lost with your irritating lust that scratches from within
the deepest regions of my brain trying to escape and cause
chaos through out my world!"
"You think I will let go of your senses that easy? Ive got you wrapped
around my intentions and you dont know the first step in this tango that will
lead you into more easy going waltz."
"Your a thorn in my side no matter how pretty the dress!"
"Exactly and thats how I keep getting off!"
"You've got two much on your mind to do this right."
"Get lost with your irritating lust that scratches from within
the deepest regions of my brain trying to escape and cause
chaos through out my world!"
"You think I will let go of your senses that easy? Ive got you wrapped
around my intentions and you dont know the first step in this tango that will
lead you into more easy going waltz."
"Your a thorn in my side no matter how pretty the dress!"
"Exactly and thats how I keep getting off!"
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Dreams and Others Things from 2007
DREAMS AND OTHER THINGS 2007
11-14-07
Tiny Tight Spot webs of my cupping hand.Fingers with bitten soft nails, Gliding atop the milky white of your paired calves.You sleep and I navigate my right open palm across,The warm maze of your honest and sweet sleeping body.Then I slip into dreams, Always hoping they will be worth writing about.
11-16-07
Is it wrong to eat tuna fish mixed with lemon dill and humus,While staring at a Beta Fish swimming around in its bowl?It seems disrespectful.I wouldn’t like to watch a shark eat a human being swimming about the ocean.Party in the Apartment?Smiles captured in Now moments.Dark and dim glows hopping off the melting wax.Indian style.I am descended from a line of “Who knows what?”. Relaxed in Chinese Wardrobe, Eager to write. Staring at a Sun 600 Polaroid.All The births its given to Now,Moments later gone past.I leave quiet, go back to the party. “So how does the Sea Horses of the deep blue have intercourse?”.
11-25-07
Mindful of the “Dead”Dangling like a man clenching on to the high edge of a cliff,A Piece of moss flutters in its grab to a swaying trees leaves. It is,With no complaints,Visibly dead but Universally alive.Tan hairy Noodles wrapped around a wood fork. Branching out to my eye,For I have made it alive.Creator in a SandboxCreator making a sand box for his kids.Kid are New.New Un-Creations. Giant hand picks away at the sands of the beach.Creator making a sand box for his kids. Hobo in a bookstoreHobo Jesus, Hobo Buddha,Hobo Cosmos, Hobo Father.Always wanting acceptance,Like me.When you really shouldn’t give a damn.You are what you are and I am a lonesome Hobo at heart.
12-03-07
Encased CreationCompassion. Screaming.I’ve screamed compassion from the deep Red of my heart.But we, the Human race, are what we think.Our thoughts are our outwards and inwards. All this flesh.All risen from grains of Micro dust.We make our world. Compassion screams hatred,Hatred pushes the efforts,And so our worlds turn.Poem from the Pisgah MountainsA slow curling fog hovered across the top of the cold lake. The fog floated above the ripples like a young man like ghostHovering over his sleeping widow wife,Sad and damp from the tears that sent her into painless dreams. The moon revealed itself from the pitch black night.No stars in sight.The moon was a tease, like a woman nipple,Playing peek a boo from a baggy bra.
11-09-07
DREAM IN N.C.I was in my old Florida home. There was a chubby man on the couch packing a longTobacco pipe. It was my father. I went into the bathroom and started packing myOwn pipe with Vanilla tobacco. My father said “I didn’t know you smoked.”We smoked together. We left our pipes on the stove and walked away from them. When we returned, the smell of Vanilla filled the air. Our pipes were dismantled now. Ashe was on the counter tops and Loose tobacco, red with heat, amber, burned on the floor.
SOMETHING ELSE
One word to describe the Iraq war…Exhausting. To understand the war, Islam, Muslim, Religion, Sects U.S. Decisions, Conspiracy ect…To know the facts and understand them. To keep yourself updated and Involved. All this is exhausting!
SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN
Different worlds invisible and in front of us. (A graph _A B C_ horizontal)(A graph _A B C_ Vertical)All of us in a box. Walking into a Alphabet.
11-14-07
Tiny Tight Spot webs of my cupping hand.Fingers with bitten soft nails, Gliding atop the milky white of your paired calves.You sleep and I navigate my right open palm across,The warm maze of your honest and sweet sleeping body.Then I slip into dreams, Always hoping they will be worth writing about.
11-16-07
Is it wrong to eat tuna fish mixed with lemon dill and humus,While staring at a Beta Fish swimming around in its bowl?It seems disrespectful.I wouldn’t like to watch a shark eat a human being swimming about the ocean.Party in the Apartment?Smiles captured in Now moments.Dark and dim glows hopping off the melting wax.Indian style.I am descended from a line of “Who knows what?”. Relaxed in Chinese Wardrobe, Eager to write. Staring at a Sun 600 Polaroid.All The births its given to Now,Moments later gone past.I leave quiet, go back to the party. “So how does the Sea Horses of the deep blue have intercourse?”.
11-25-07
Mindful of the “Dead”Dangling like a man clenching on to the high edge of a cliff,A Piece of moss flutters in its grab to a swaying trees leaves. It is,With no complaints,Visibly dead but Universally alive.Tan hairy Noodles wrapped around a wood fork. Branching out to my eye,For I have made it alive.Creator in a SandboxCreator making a sand box for his kids.Kid are New.New Un-Creations. Giant hand picks away at the sands of the beach.Creator making a sand box for his kids. Hobo in a bookstoreHobo Jesus, Hobo Buddha,Hobo Cosmos, Hobo Father.Always wanting acceptance,Like me.When you really shouldn’t give a damn.You are what you are and I am a lonesome Hobo at heart.
12-03-07
Encased CreationCompassion. Screaming.I’ve screamed compassion from the deep Red of my heart.But we, the Human race, are what we think.Our thoughts are our outwards and inwards. All this flesh.All risen from grains of Micro dust.We make our world. Compassion screams hatred,Hatred pushes the efforts,And so our worlds turn.Poem from the Pisgah MountainsA slow curling fog hovered across the top of the cold lake. The fog floated above the ripples like a young man like ghostHovering over his sleeping widow wife,Sad and damp from the tears that sent her into painless dreams. The moon revealed itself from the pitch black night.No stars in sight.The moon was a tease, like a woman nipple,Playing peek a boo from a baggy bra.
11-09-07
DREAM IN N.C.I was in my old Florida home. There was a chubby man on the couch packing a longTobacco pipe. It was my father. I went into the bathroom and started packing myOwn pipe with Vanilla tobacco. My father said “I didn’t know you smoked.”We smoked together. We left our pipes on the stove and walked away from them. When we returned, the smell of Vanilla filled the air. Our pipes were dismantled now. Ashe was on the counter tops and Loose tobacco, red with heat, amber, burned on the floor.
SOMETHING ELSE
One word to describe the Iraq war…Exhausting. To understand the war, Islam, Muslim, Religion, Sects U.S. Decisions, Conspiracy ect…To know the facts and understand them. To keep yourself updated and Involved. All this is exhausting!
SOMETHING ELSE AGAIN
Different worlds invisible and in front of us. (A graph _A B C_ horizontal)(A graph _A B C_ Vertical)All of us in a box. Walking into a Alphabet.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Happy Crow
Happy Crow is a novel I have been working on since May 31st of 2007. It is near completion and I decided that rather than posting it at various locations on the web, this website might possibly more available for the masses than others. Let me throw out a few paragraphs, briefly, about my feelings on the novel that hold a title that may throw off those who only judge books by covers, authors and of course... titles. We only know if a story is good if we attempt to read it.
My thoughts on Happy Crow
I've heard a lot of peoples thoughts on Happy Crow and I don't think I have ever stated mine. To be quite honest I am fully aware that Happy Crow is something I talk about often, maybe more often than I should. It has come to my attention, through personal dwelling, that Happy Crow is a novel that was suppose to be a short story and seems to grow more and more with layers and complexity. It was suppose to be a short story about the witty idea of Karma and the theory of Everything being connected. It was suppose to be openly obvious and not so personal. But as I laid on a hospital bed at Bayonet Point some months ago, my family sitting in the waiting room thinking infinite babbles of what's and how's, I whispered a secret into my wife Amandas ear. A secret that had only become apparent to me through self realization some days before the trip to the medical center. I wont go into detail what the secret is, but let me say this;
The book has been a gift presented from my subconscious into focus for my realistic "self" to see. It has revealed to me more about life than I can ever truly express in conversation or through actions. The book speaks of awakenings and it has in all actuality been awakening for me during the writing process. I have learned so much about myself not only as a writer but as an individual. I would be lying if I were to say I regret some of the actions that led to the ideas of the book. Meditation, Alcohol abuse, Minor Drug Use, Mental Breakdowns, they were all unintentional in the process of forming the book, oddly adding to its layers...but making it more than the short blurb about the aspect of Metaphysics,Karma and Reality that I had originally intended it to be. Ive mended past with present. Fiction with Non Fiction. Its a giant heap of life put in a wrapper for someone to open and question whether they want to stick an unknown brand of candy in their mouth.
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