Thoughts from the porch (continued series)

Thoughts from the porch (continued series)

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From the porch (series)

10.28.2019

remnants of the rain remain

seeping out from welcome mats

on the underside of fallen leaves

huddled in patches of patchwork

for what little warmth they might gather

all the colors littered

like a parade route after

after the crowd is gone,

all revelers, peddlers nearing dawn,

one last hurrah before last embrace

a dance, a chance, to perceive the delay

to spin frantic all without a know

well all the while, the signs all point

all sight lost in whirling dervish delights, for now

until we awake into the next morn

branches sparse, the snare of cold breath

a frost

we retreat to our dens and hearths

and wait.


notes… we just had a Nor’easter here so it is almost the last cruel insult to the leaves… they are clinging for dear life knowing they will all be stripped bare dead and here comes this horizontal rain fall and ripping wind to take away their spark, the aftermath is all these leaves, some even green, strewn about like a total mess, so I was commenting on all that and larger themes of the season.


not sure why I am going this way…

Faith No More – Epic

Michael Patton… a fascinating dude…

Hey !  thoughts, comments, arguments, follows, ice cream, and angry harangues are always appreciated !!

Simple thoughts for the week’s end…

Simple thoughts for the week’s end…

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As is my purview I like to post some simple thoughts, or even incomplete ones on the weekend, heck, even god rested on the seventh day, can’t I ?


9.19.2018

plant a flower, because

a buried bulb, becomes

a light in spring

a germinated seed

will explode, break through earth

paint the landscape

in brush strokes

splashes color


9.22.2018

a package left at my doorstep

postmarked by god

with no return address


9.22.2018

the sky is mud

the rain slides

hurricane rain, drives

rivers swell, rivers wide

flood stage left

rising waters, surging tide

relentless intent


9.28.2018

an old hollowed out log

lying in a bog

in a fog

I read dr seuss

to my son

unaware

of what I’ve become


Blue sky Friday 10.7.2018

stairs

of clouds

ladders

climbing to stars


10.7.2018

why would I move on

when all my instincts

tell me to hold on


Music … ?  I am going deep into my mind here… something back from college days, Liv from Norway introduced me to them and the Sugar Cubes (hello.. Bjork)

Ride – Vapor Trail

Ride – Seagull

Sort of the Euro version of REM… sort of .. ?  definitely alt, interesting vocals, drum sound, and guitar patterns.

And as always… thank ye, thank ye, thank ye if you read any of this, likes and follows are always cool, if you got a blog you think I should read, leave a comment (I rarely check my email, I’m bad with that).

Cliche… a poem about a sunset (but give it a run anyway)

Cliche… a poem about a sunset (but give it a run anyway)

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9.28.2018 “september sunset”

clouds, breakers

rolling across the ethereal setting sky

the gentle palm of the sun descends

a bathing basin of light

suspended womb, cradle of life

a pause, a stop, a moment, a memory,

a photo, shared.

 

comets or plane trails trail

like linen strands across the blue

wisps of nimbus interwoven

eight cross corset laces

climbing up the horizon

 

in the distance – mountains

the sun has ducked behind

out of quick sight

with tell tale tip toes of light

snitches tattle to the approaching night

 

street lights turn on, in anticipation

 

if this is existence

in a moment –

I wish to be here.


Since I am going to go see him Sunday night in NYC here is some Eric Johnson with content appropriate music…

Eric Johnson – When the Sun Meets the Sky (live)

I wanted to post a live track to show how damn gifted he is as a player.  He is all I strive for on guitar (and I am not nearly on the same planet as him playing wise), I like to pick around and not play chords… and at that he is just amazing, listen to all the notes he plays just flawlessly, he can be flashy but he has heart…. damn I am practically vibrating in place awaiting this show sunday night @ sony hall in NYC.  Stop by and say hey if you are in the area at the show (I’m much funnier in person), I have VIP tickets, not that I am one (a VIP that is) but I can afford them, not sure how the venue handles all that, it will be my first time there.  as always thanks if you got this far or read any of my rabble, thanks.

Hellenistic worship…

Hellenistic worship…

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10.16.2018

the warming glow of the autumn sun

the never ending energy

at least

on these, our granted eyes

this captured time

all that I can compare

the limits of which I know

and there

the sun, timeless in our time

will expand out into the cold


Notes: I am referencing this post a little, but also I think often of the scale of time and how we find such ‘importance’ in things which are just pebbles in a stream, I am not saying throw it all away but perspective is a curious friend to have informed/interesting conversations with, I am being poetic and scientific, it is an odd pairing to be sure, but that is me, that is my mix, I am floral biological chemistry in motion, or at least that is my best analogy for this whole thing, the sun is more than just some ball, it is a star, this huge engine of massive energy pulsing out light (and more) every single moment of every day for billions of years, almost hard to wrap your noggin around, but I am fascinated by it, as our ancestors were, how far removed from them are we ?  silly, not much, even though we think we are so advanced, we are all still stuck here on this one planet, in one system, in one galaxy, it is quite humbling… and then you can get into multi-verses, dimensions, what was before the universe before the universe (something had to exist didn’t it ? there is a beginning of everything.. isn’t there?)… it is exhausting, but why not postulate and probe and try, to reach, the stars, and all, because this, is all, we know.


music… I’ll post one of my fave bands (as usual)

Voivod – Moonbeam Rider

Spacey and airy… Piggy (RIP) was such a unique player, just a damn one of a kind band all around, I love how this song is like space thrash with awesome bass. I wanted to post some At The Drive In as that is what I was jamming to on the traffic home tonight but oh well… there is always next time…

Any and all thoughts/comments (suggestions ?) are appreciated… or ignored, depends on my mood… (kidding ! sheesh !)

beach haiku…

beach haiku…

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I don’t always write haiku, but when I do it is is, well, haiku silly… I generally like to not have form but sometimes I like it, so what the hell… I was sitting on the beach, listening to the surf, and these words, and syllables occurred (because I do always think of her, wherever she is, I think of her).


entrance to the beach
the thousands of footprints down
none of them are yours


alone on the bench
ocean breeze washes over
do you think of me


streetlights long shadows
strangers walk, conversations
I am here alone


stars shine down as fixed
couples on bicycles pass
am I being judged


take a picture of
my very shadow being
I leave nothing here


music… one of my fave bands and albums….

Minus the Bear – Michio’s Death Drive

if that don’t get your gaggle giggin… well, I give up

Simple thoughts or maybe incomplete ones (or maybe they suck)

Simple thoughts or maybe incomplete ones (or maybe they suck)

The weekend, the name engages thoughts of fun and relaxation (at least to me), so I like to post light, or things maybe that I like but are not complete (I rarely go back and rewrite anything, I like to do things in the moment, just my jam), feel free to use them to inspire you (just give me some cred if you do)…


planned” 5/3/18

I am so prepared for you

that I am ill equipped for anyone else anymore

I wish I had the answers

that everyone thinks I should know

still searching for

at the horizon

forever just out of sight and reach

so prepared for a fate

I may never meet

a dream in my waking

have I closed all the doors?


cleanse” 5/14/18

I do not mind the rain

cleanse my soul

to begin again

momentary lapse

imagine molecules of water

in within the power of divine

I would like

to linger, delude

to wash anew

an intoxicating prospect

I brew


5/31/18

if I am to become ash

will the fire

incinerate my sin

erase the mark

allow me to forget

even in

in the time it takes

to dream.


gang of clouds” 6.6.18

rain approaching

leaves turn upside down

a gathering crowd of clouds

with ill intent

rumbling

indistinct muttering

waiting for

the signs

a flash, a crack

to unleash

their wrath


notes… for whatever reason these feel haiku-ish to me.. but that is me, I had a weird week but still posted a bunch, I am off for vacation tomorrow in lovely Cape May NJ (a magical place if you ask me), I love the ocean, I wonder how I will view it now since my re-awakening as a writer ? not sure, but I am damn sure I will be at the raw bar @ the Lobster House tomorrow night, bet on that.

Toad the Wet Sprocket – Walk on the Ocean (live)

and I would be remiss if I did not say thank you, any of you that ever get this far, I am trying to post me as much as me possible and if anyone cares, thanks, any reads are appreciated.  All comments and the ole follow-roo are also appreciated.

the death of patience/the flipside of the instant information age

the death of patience/the flipside of the instant information age

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I wonder what will become of my dear old friend patience (I really should thank her for some great advice over the years), I do worry about her these days though, she is a tough old girl but… surely she is not quite dead (yet) but are her days stained with scarlet numbers (the type that are counting down)?

Let me step back for a moment, and set the table (so to speak, no forks involved, maybe a napkin), I often (or sometimes) think this is an absolutely amazing age to be aging in, when I think back (using snapshots from my view-master) at the little spark that is this (my) life, simply in my lifetime we have gone from rotary phones, to huge cell phones, to flip phones to well… no need to remember phone numbers at all (or even type them! and who can keep track of all the area codes), the same crazy train goes for information, what will happen to the poor Alex Trebek’s of the world in a world that trivia is merely a swipe and a command?  I’ll take obsolescence for $2,000 Alex…. daily double ! sweet!  (but I forgot to answer in the form of a question, dammit, I always liked Pat Sajack better anyway…) The sheer instant nature of information is astounding.  You want a pizza or a piece de resistance – we have an app for that, instant gratification of the stomach and the hungry mind.  We carry the world in our pockets, well, until it crashes or runs out of batteries and we frantically scramble about like someone needs CPR when just a USB port will do, the panic induced by premature battery termination is palpable when you are present in the presence of same, the abject sadness on the faces of the inflicted as they must endure the utter hardship of disconnecting from the social universe seemingly like the loss of a limb (for a moment in the blink of life)…

and here is where patience may come in.   in a cracked screen, in a waterlogged phone (well, they get around that too these days), in that time your OS decides to not be a friend, in a time when a friend you never met but exchanged 10000 messages with decides you are not a friend, in the time your signal is not quite 2 bars and those photos absolutely have to get through (I mean they are so damn cool)…

Take a deep breath… (try it now), please remember my poor beleaguered friend patience, she has so few followers these days, but she has been around, she will make a come back, she is a classic… after all.


I am going to go obvious musical drop on you all (well, at least for me, child of the 80s)…

Guns N Roses – Patience

Sure, Axel Rose is a legendary dickweed, but it is hard to argue their (GnR) impact on the music realm for a good chunk of decade.


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Weekends for simplicity (god forbid I follow that with this post for the most, part)…

Weekends for simplicity (god forbid I follow that with this post for the most, part)…

Should be a bumper sticker on my car… I have a hard time believing how fast the weather has turned here, fall is in full flush, there are pockets of old humidity still trying to live it up like 20 year olds, but for sure the cooler breeze, the hint of winter is surely taking charge, and this too will be fleeting, soon we will have all that snow and sleeting (yech), all the things that make driving to work such a … ahem.. “pleasure”… but gladly I have a USB drive in the car and lots of tunes to tune out the world (hopefully).  There is definite mental preparation/effort to stay grounded and happy when it takes a hour and a half to go 26 miles every morning, which makes me understand religious symbols that people wear (reminders in form)… I used to scoff at such things (I was one of those snarky atheists that thought religious people were too stupid for the room, how could they believe in the little man in the sky ruling over their lives?)   I have since become more understanding, I certainly do not believe in the traditional form of god but also realize that I am just some average (ok, above average, wink) guy from the great state of New Jersey.. so what the hell do I know?  God could be Jesus, God could be a cow in Wisconsin named Phil or God could be a piece of our DNA… who’s to say or judge ?  I don’t have the answers so I can not put myself above anyone just because I do not see what they believe.  Not sure why I swerved into that tangent, I tend to go where my mind goes, the muse steers and I try to hold on for this… dear life…  with that said… here is some simpler ideas I wrote, like I have said before, they ain’t all masterpieces… more pieces of time, or captures of a thought… and that s how my art works, I try to be immediate and visceral – do I fail?  yep.  but hopefully something connects with you, the reader, and I thank you if you read any of this, it is a privilege to have a platform to share my little sense of identity for others to gawk at.


“love, unspoken” 4/29/18

my greatest sin, was to not speak the words

that spoke with, all I ever did

or so I thought.

forgive me, for I was wrong

forgive. this curse upon my soul

agony – the inescapable black hole gravity of

my love, for you


5/14/18

all that I see, will it cease to be

when I cease

to be

why god, this planet

this planet among all the cosmos

what most will I miss

the kiss of the one I love

a song

a face

the warmth of the sun

I wonder


6.2.18

I write this

in tribute to you

for what you gifted

to which I ruined

my eternal love

my eternal flame -dims

as we travel through the same

my eternal loss

lost.

but I remain, without, you


ingredient” 6.27.2018

I am the spice, into

the recipe of life

mixed with yours

the culinary delight

of your soul.


music?  how could I go this long without pushing the hartnoll brothers !

Orbital – Are We Here ?

this album was… so transcendent… they were pioneers who do not get nearly the credit they should, electronic, drum n bass beats, amazing vocals (when they brought people in like this one)… if this song doesn’t make you groove, well… get out of my house because it will be hard to be on the same plain and explain to you how awesome this is…

Orbital – Halcycon

(an earlier more techno oriented track but still awesome awesome awesome!)

Sometimes a name…

Sometimes a name…

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the photo is from the intersection (well, slightly before it) of E 127th st and First Ave in NYC… OK, Anne Leibovitz I am not… but I thought it looked cool and throwing my phone up in an instant isn’t exactly my forte (or a good way to get a composed shot obviously)… but the double lights looked interesting and artsy, so you know, I went for it…  But back to my original thought, again, I am always banging the drum we take things around for granted that are certainly strange or cool.. or whatever, one of those things is a park.  I have always wanted to steal the sign of this park (as you pass it when you get onto the FDR north from many points in NYC)… well, the park is called (and I ain’t kidding)

CRACK IS WACK (park)

now… I understand the sentiment as crack was a plague on inner cities in the 80s… but the execution of the sentiment is utterly amusing to me, and to put said slogan on an official looking park sign is just begging for theft (of same).  There is no way some kid playing at crack park even knows what the hell crack is… this is a great example of how the current time (at the time) seems so damn important and permanent… but yet is so fleeting like the spring snow of dandelions blowing through in a window of weeks, and then gone, all life is like that, how do we reconcile that?  I’m not sure, I am trying, my mind is grinding on it, to act in the now but also act for the then… we all have the strength within but man it is tiring, I think… especially wrapped up in our daily lives, work, family, love… where does it end? but it does.  how do we fit it all in, the more important stuff?

scattered” 6.3.18

I am ashes

I am shadow

collected dust

disturbed

by the slightest breeze,

I am fallow

a shadow,

wait, I realize

a shadow is caused by substance,

therefore

I must be

no longer

in fact

I am no more

I’m scattered

to the four.


music.. long form tonight folks.  to say I am a gamer is sort of a weird thing, I grew up on original NES and arcade stuff, so… I still have all my original systems and love MAME…  there is a band that actually plays the soundtracks of classics (I can argue THE classics) while someone plays them… so it hits all my nerd chords to a tee… retro gaming – check, geekdom – check, guitar – check…

Bit Brigade – Megaman 2 @ Magfest X

To me this is just amazing … and cool, sue me, pool me, fool me I love it.

The Circle, life gives you chances.

The Circle, life gives you chances.

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I didn’t work my usual marathon today (I didn’t exactly have an easy day mind you) but, I met back up with someone I trained (at a store) two years ago, it was like a time machine, she had that on me, total surprise, she’s young, it is not a thing like that, but sometimes you just run into someone who reminds you of the fire of life, this was one of those moments, in Harlem of all places (when we previously met in Valley Cottage), life is strange, and all circles, maybe I should be more… observant and active in it. Sometimes you just connect with a certain person, for whatever reason, enjoy the moment, they are special, we had that fun and now the universe brought us back together… so damn strange…

That said.. here is some simple thoughts…


8/13/2018

where were you

when you were gone

but more to the heart –

where are you now?


8/13/2018

you are

all the more

I could ever

ask for


NOTE: sort of my groove on Haiku… feel wise.


I have posted this one before, but so what, this is what I am jamming to, you’ll get over it..

Screaming Trees – Nearly Lost You