This errant beat, gritty
and raw has its own draw
propelling me
Where I should already be
by now.
Now don't get me wrong.
What I did I shoulda done
even, if it wasn't all fun
At least, I managed to get a few tongues
or two (shhh, or more)
outta the deal.
The cradle longings I nursed
are haunting me
beckoning, teasing,
almost daring me.
"HA! You ain't got it in you no more kid!
You old and weak now, hell
you won't last a week!"
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME!
The quiet, merely a sponge
soaked and absorbed a million times over.
I'm writing like mad, finding inspiration around every corner, most of which are dark, unpopulated ones. But and however, I'm enjoying myself, a lot. My train of thoughts are starting to flow toward soul mates, lust, love, sex and attraction... and all the crap that goes along with all of that. (I have a P.O. Box in the gutter anyway, fyi) I was reminded of a story I'd heard about Fran Drescher. Now, I'm not saying it's a true story with any kind of certainty, it's just a story I heard. You be the judge for yourself.
So I've heard, she formed an amazing bond with her current husband (not the ex gay one) because apparently they were both abducted by aliens before they ever met. So, my thought or my question is this, Wouldn't it be weird? Insane? Crazy? Perhaps titillating? if that so and so we've just got to have, or the so called soul mate phenomenon is just our search for the one person we've already shared a moment with on a space craft in another galaxy at some point? Hmmmmmmm!!! Now I don't know about you, but that would be "Entertainment Tonight"!!!!
Alright, back to my pen and paper, which are on the verge of an orgasm.... can't abandon her now!!!
An all day Sunday date with my pen and paper. It's my favorite date, and she has been good to me lately giving me so much creativity. Thought I'd dress up a little for the occasion...
Twitter twat tweets and facecrack pipin'.... It's all crazy, but amusing to me. It's people watching at its best! But the madness of it all motivated me to re-write the lyrics of Michael Jackson's Song "Beat It". After his death, I listened to a lot of his stuff over and over, but one day while listening I found myself saying "tweet it" instead of beat it.
I sat down to write, and here is what I came up with. I hope it's not illegal, but I had a helluva great time writing it!!!
Sing it to the beat of "Beat It". That's the song up there in case you can't remember:
TWEET IT
Everybody’s gettin’ into the twitter cheer
Don’t wanna see your face, don’t have to be sincere
Got such a small space so your words are really clear
You tweet it, just tweet it
You type a ton even when you’re on the can
You just don’t seem to get, you ain’t no anchorman
Don’t have to tell all but you do it again
You tweet it, cause you wanna update
CHORUS
Just tweet it, tweet it, tweet it, tweet it
Everyone is so conceited
Sharin’ every boring thing in your life
It doesn’t matter if anyone cares
Just tweet it, tweet it
Just tweet it, tweet it
Just tweet it, tweet it
Just tweet it, tweet it
You’re out to friend, trying to get all you can
Doin’ everything to show that you’re really not bland
Don’t wanna be a dive, better do all you can
So tweet it, just tweet it
You have to show them that you really do care
You’re lyin’ through your teeth, but you better beware
They’ll pick you then delete you
Cause you’re puttin’ on airs
You tweet it, cause you wanna update
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“Happiness is the longing for repetition”
Repeat Chorus until you’re happily insane….
Too much to drink
and the mood thickens.
another cigarette craving
and I think of you.
Waiting for the phone to ring,
but the silence screams.
My heart races,
the room spins.
I feel so alone without your touch.
If I could only just hear your breath.
------sigh--------
As I pick up the phone,
the plot unfolds.
I want a life that wakes me up instead of makes me sleep.
I want a soul, that can be set free.
I want a pair of wings so I can soar.
I want a shoulder that doesn't mind a few tears.
I want what's best, even if it's not right.
I want to be strong without a fight.
I want to be loved, but only if it's true.
I want a soft breeze that will carry me to all the corners of the earth.
But if getting all of these things is too much to ask
or too big a task,
Then I will only ask for one thing.
The thing I NEED the most of all.
For the day to come where your lips beckon mine, without wait.
You're fucked up! But don't worry about it, so am I.
Where the problem lies is, we all spend way too much time trying to hide how fucked up we all really are. We're all so self obsessed that we fail to realize that everyone else is just as fucking crazy as we are. We are all Shakespearean actors putting on the performances of a life time every time that front door opens. Only when we give someone the key to our backdoor do we see with our eyes wide open. We fail to realize that there is no greener pastures, there is no rainbow to be found, there is no prince(ss) charming coming to whisk us away. We are all insanely alone, even when we're surrounded by people because no one can experience the world the exact same way that we do. But the trick is, to find that someone whose fucked upness doesn't fuck up our fucked up even more than it already is. Understand? It's complicated, I know.
The most wonderful part of this is.... this is the good stuff of life. This is the cake AND the icing. This is the bottle of Christie's every night of the week! This is the gold man! Don't ever stop searching, until you're completely sure you're sleeping with the treasure every damn night!!!!
(I actually recorded myself talking about this, and was going to do a video blog... but I just can't get it to upload, so fuck it.)
parts of a ruin
bring a new skin
the same song
plays till it’s gone
but the craving
bellowing
in the night
waiting for the light
of day
that will only come
with the help of some rum.
I'm pretty sure I know what I know to be true, until I don't anymore. But where the question lies is, will I know when I've slipped from the know to the don't know... Or is it just the illusion of it? How do I know which reality really is when the revolving door is spinning out of control... Or, is it just me that is spinning out of control???
Perhaps, there can be more than one truth or even reality in the same vessel at the exact same moment? How could I know?
What I do know,with complete and absolute certainty is, I see, I feel, I live with magnificent clear confusion dipped in a bit of madness. AND, this is the most thrilling ride of a lifetime... I wouldn't trade it for anything. Thank you.
On this Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I've been reflecting quite a bit on peace and what it means to us as individuals, as members of a group, city, state or Country and of course, as members of the human race. So, lets start with the basics, the definitions for each of these.
- Peace as individuals can simply mean that we are free of disquieting or oppressive thoughts or emotions. Or that we have harmony in our personal relations. Imagine that for a moment. "Every morning I rise, it is with the sole purpose of creating peace within myself and my family and my friends. Everything I do, work, cook, clean, commute is the means to that purpose."
- Peace as a member of a group, city or state can mean that we live in a state of security or order within a community provided by law or custom. "We expect the citizens of our community to live in a peaceful and respectful manner by obeying the laws that are written."
- Peace within our Country can mean that we live in a period of mutual concord between governments. Or, we desire a pact or agreement to end hostilities between those who have been at war or in a state of enmity. "I am Miss North Carolina, and I pray for peace on Earth." Well, you don't have to be a beauty pageant contestant to want that, they're just famous for it!
(above definitions are from the Merriam-Webster dictionary)
- Peace as a member of the human race can simply mean that we live with respect for others and their differences without judgement or ridicule. "I don't really understand why John sits in the backyard every night precisely at 9:10 pm with a lit candle, but I respect his commitment to this ceremony."
All of these ideals are fine and wonderful, and they are lacking in our world. But most of us sit on the sidelines as if we're spectators at a sporting event watching the events of the world unfold, and all we can do is cheer or jeer and wish or pray for a different outcome. We fail to realize or acknowledge that if every single human being on this great planet we know as Earth had peace of mind of knowing their family was going to have a nice warm supper and a warm bed to dream in, that would create peace. We fail to realize that if every single human being woke up in the morning at peace with themselves and with those closest to them, we would have peace on Earth.
If we want to make a difference in the world, a good place to start is to change ourselves. Instead of yelling at our kids, or the taxi driver, or the cashier... we stop, take a breath, and recite a prayer, scripture, or a poem to retrain our thoughts. When all of us live to create peace within our hearts, minds, souls and homes, then we can move onto creating peace in the world around us. (I dare not say greater and bigger things, cause I don't know about you, but damn it! I am, My family is, My friends are exceptionally great and deserving of my good deeds!) Donate to a shelter or volunteer time, anything that moves us to a greater peace within our own souls....
We do this, and I am most assured that by God, peace can and will prevail!!!!
This was written when I was about 25 or so. It's a rough draft that needs some tweaking and finishing, but here it is, the skeleton of my thoughts from 17 years ago. It doesn't have a title yet, so I'm just going to call it "Redwoods" for now. Interesting how things present themselves to you sometimes.....
You come to me, in a fantasy
under a magnificent clear sky.
I find you, tall and mysterious
leaning against the splendid redwood,
enchanted by the sounds of
the entrancing universe.
Without a word, we feel the rhythm
of our souls connecting as one.
I pull you in tightly, my breast melting against yours
as our lips meet for the first time.
My body succumbs to you,
your desire is my will.
Looking up toward the sky,
never has it been so blue or the earth
beneath our backs so green.
Never again will I need to dream
of spending my life under a magnificent sky,
because within you
every dream is imaginable.
I know you feel like the entire world is against you and that no one gives a shit if you die or not. I'm here to tell you, you do matter and the feelings you're feeling are completely normal and understandable under the circumstances. There will be a better life, and you will be able to see it with eyes wide open someday. You can choose to believe it or not, but I'm here to tell you that everyone feels what you feel on some level or another. You are not alone, even if you think you might be. Talk to whoever will listen, cause they'll probably get it. Put the pills away, put the gun and the knives away and go out into the world and make your mark because one day you will be full of regret! Show those who hurt you what you're made of, which we both know... is one tough, bad ass person who can do anything you set your mind to! Now, go get 'em! (You know, I think this letter still works today, for the both of us!)
I normally don't post this kinda stuff. But I wrote this entirely in my head while driving this morning, and it made me laugh and made my migraine go away.... So, I just had to.
g' mornin.
I got up
with my brain racin
my body limpin
my head screamin
I forgot to brush
leavin this stinkin breath!
you women
are killin me.
can't think straight
not that I would if I could...
tight shirts
red lips
long nails
battin eyes
and oh dear God,
smellin better
than apple pie.
you women
have gotta stop
'fore my entire world
goes awry!
There's an oblique Sanctuary
recently erected, a great
distance from most of us.
I've only seen pictures,
but I knew right
from the beginning,
just one moment within those walls
would bring an ethereal experience, never to be
forgotten.
I've mapped out a path, of every line and curve,
opening and passage
so I will know my way around, upon arrival.
I'm not familiar with the structure,
but I know each and every joint will
quiver under the whisper of a prayer
and the laying of hands.
Without a doubt,
I've got to see and feel
for myself
this Temple that I'm quite certain,
God drew the blueprints of
herself.