SlamDunk!

"Run like the wind, Bullseye!" Woody exclaims... Another breath. Another.. breath... Breathe...
In and away
You are a genius
A brilliant genius
A genius that doesn't quit
You are a giving and gentle genius
Your poem is in your heart and you have to let it out to learn....
It's a journey. (it being Life and All)
Just a simple beginning.
Something simple.
Something soft.

Beautiful Muse, you have come back to me
Bless you
I could not have gone on without you
What is this?
You have troubles too?
Dear One. Save it is true!
My ears bleed from my own insanity
O Dear Muse. You have come back to me
A feeling I dreamed would come true
End it all. I am here with you.

Joy springs forth like the breath you will feel when you hold your breath just as long as you possibly can...
That is the joy and the overpriced scarcity of an organic being exhaling like the wind in the trees
WE are carbon based life-forms disguised as human beings
Joy to the World Science has come!!
Let us receive it's peace!!
My musicality is difficult for me to recognise
As is my tone, demeanor and voice
It's a joy to try and figure these things out again!!!
And guess what?

I don't care about US!!

Sum of My Parts

Bellowing nightmare.
Come down on me,
Barfalomew is calling you
Micah is a see through mineral used to make stove windows.
Somewhere everywhere
Life is beginning and ending
for some small creature.
If we listen.
Jealousy came and turned me upside-down.
I never knew I could crawl so low.
Never have I known how rude and hateful I could be.
Never had I thought I could be that rude and hateful to someone I supposedly love.
I have never thought so hard about anyone besides myself, of course.
Underneath the sheets,
Judge and victim meet.
Buried beneath the smell of turbulent lies,
told to us from pre-independent mindset was determined.
I have heard teachers preach and they are none the wiser.
We are all professional liars.

Random break from the past.
Run from freedom because knowing is half the battle.
Random Red Hot Chili Peppers.
"There's never been a better time than right now"
"Rider's on the Storm"
"Give it Away"
"Castle's in the Sand"
"LA Woman"
Electric Lady Land"
"And the Gods Made Love"
"Swamp"

Yes. the Talking Heads
on to Mister, Mister. if I feel like it Boy George Micheal, Edie Brickell, B-52s, Deee-Lite
Grossed out? I need to give up the desire to know what you think. It usually pollutes me.
Where are we going? Who knows?
Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Unsavory Bastards.
I love them all!

We all have a hole in our bucket.
Hear Spearhead, Journey, Peter Cetera, Phil Collins, Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, Obvious Crew
"Hello Nasty" "Check Yo Head" INXS, Midnight Oil, 80's rap, 90's breakbeat, MJ, NIN
Never say Die

peeping under the hood

Wonder what that means? Do I know everything? Everything I know I know. And everything else comes to me like weather: stormy sometimes, cold as hell on others. Sunny is preferable as long as their is a gentle brisk breeze. my soul discovers knowledge. Another soliloquy, a Story told to you about myself. Enjoy!

I wonder...

What would it be like to not think about what others want to think about you. Another thought could be what is it about me that is open to the possibility that I am what I am. It's Popeye talkin.. yuck yuck yuck yuck.
Terrible Lies taught me to beg, scream and bleed. O Terrible Lies, I'm on my hands and knees. I want so much to believe. But you don't you want me to go there. Oh go there.

General Contact.

My new habit is writing. Writing is expression of the mind and all the influences that prey upon it. Now I am blogging. What a concept! 

I am tired of trying so terribly hard to tiptoe around this busted up relationship between me, myself and I. I want to knock down walls, and show you my guts. Why?
  

I want to thrive.

I am thrashed with remorse, anger and pain. I want to show her love and invite her to stay, but something happens and I attack. More pain, anger and remorse. Where did all this come from? Suppression? Radical tension. Bitterness. It's all locked up inside me like a spring loaded trap. It scares me because I feel it's wildness and ruthlessness. I end up making matters worse between my lover and me.

"Get some space," a wise friend told me. I think I need to figure something out.

Enter: Byron Katie, teacher extraordinaire, says many wonderful exciting things. I can tell I am going to benefit from her storytelling and ability to guide others along their own unique path. I appreciate the dear friend that posted her quote recently, "There are no new stressful thoughts. They're all recycled."

Letting go is a powerful and well played phrase these days thanks to a certain animated film...

The message is clear. "Eventually you come to see that everything outside you is a reflection of your own thinking. You are the storyteller, the projector of all stories, and the world is the projected image of your thoughts," says Byron Katie.  

I want to learn how to see the world as it is. I intend to clear my mind of thoughts that align with my own business, not yours, not God's. I intend to learn how to turnaround anger and resentment into trust and joy. I hope I can make this clear and concise. Please forgive me for making things more difficult than they really are. Here is where I need to pause and say something, "Thank you for reading this far." You and I are on a journey, and I am genuinely trying to figure things out as they come. I hope you will visit again soon and leave comments below if you feel the need. Bless all of you beautiful souls.