Find beauty… everywhere, stop, look – do it.

Find beauty… everywhere, stop, look – do it.

gray wooden bridge
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8.3.2018

finding beauty, wherever you may go”

I don’t quite live in the city. I don’t quite live in suburbia. I exist somewhere in between. I pass by lots of concrete but also lots of leaves (this time of year, at least). Back to my point, my thrust… You should find beauty, wherever you may go.

A speck, something to upturn the day. A face – in a cloud, A face – in a crowd. A child’s smile, a child’s laugh, a child crying. Often if I hear a child crying I will smile (wait… hear me out)… For I was once that child, it is the purest sound, of life. For I was a child once, not so long ago (at least in cosmic time). Crying over something simple but we are just larger children now, worrying about larger things. But what is the difference between a switch of licorice and a mortgage ?

I saw a stream by the roadside. I should have stopped when spontaneity threw it’s hook out. I should have pulled over. But I did not. But I should. To find beauty in a moment. I truly should… endeavor to find beauty, wherever I may go.


Notes… I have posted some photos recently on this blog (you probably noticed)… I am literally trying the above, but not just photos… with my words, we will see how it goes, I want to focus on life… because I am alive now!  we all feel immortal, until…


Musical selection ?  here is how huge a geek I am…

Lindsey Stirling – Zelda Medley

I can not tell you what a dopey smile that brings to my face… the hours playing that utterly iconic game… but check out her other stuff, awesomely talented player … and she covers all sorts of the geek realms..

cupid, my friend.

cupid, my friend.

statue church amor cupid
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“love comes a knockin’ ” 8/3/18

Cupid,
my old cherubim, my old friend,
you are looking worn
and tired
but you are back again
stubborn fool
I thought you knew
knew me by now
and why I rule you out
out of my house
my friend
nice to see you
but I must show you the door
even though
I know
you will call again.


notes?  nah… this one is pretty easy to dissect…

music though >? hells yeah!  more obscure stuff as I feel (know) I am an encyclopedia of music (something about my claptrap impossible mind holding all thoughts)…

Second Self “Red October”

Great tune, no traction in the factions of the populous though…  My cousin Renee turned me on to this when she worked for VH1 back in the day (I remember so distinctly her handing me the CD in the cellar of that house… I don’t know why it was so vivid, it felt like an inside job… some band that was supposed to be huge and I was gifted this CD before release… before the internet), tell me the chorus ain’t catchy and I will think you don’t know music… ok, maybe I won’t be THAT harsh… but c’mon now!

Comments and thoughts are always appreciated… and criticism is even better honestly. and to be honest… this is the lesser of the pieces I wrote today, the others were much longer and will take longer to transcribe (from my terrible hand writing and having the time), I am trying to find some way to post in a more consistent manner… more in line with my writing, as I can find… some track, some path, I am just creating.

I’ve lost that… feeling.

I’ve lost that… feeling.

night building forest trees
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phantom you” 5/31/18

phantom limb

I feel you

fifteen years passed

motion forward

still photograph

in my hand

is all I have


notes… truth be told, this is truth.  I am without her for 15 years now… it seems crazy to contemplate or digest, I am wired different than the rest of you (I think), I am quite sure she is not.  I never took many photos, but then again I have an almost photographic mind…so…. I remember almost everything down to the last detail, which is great, and torture.  I remember exactly how the scar on her right arm feels… she never told me the story, I never pressed, I figured it did not matter as she was with me, and… and… what does it matter, but I remember how distinct it felt (and still do)…  I raise my fingers to my lips and whisper her name, so I can feel the sound reverberate against my finger tips… I miss her, I feel incomplete… but, there is nothing I can do, I screwed it all up… and I’m sorry, but I am here now… but I want to go back… but I can’t.


music… I am on an Anna Murphy kick, she rules, her solo album is amazing… but check this out… I dare anyone to not hear her vocal prowess:

Anna Murphy – Sick

wait until about 1 minute in… after that… man… vocal power unlike you have heard in a while, trust me… the guitar lick almost sounds like Johnny Cash covering NIN “Hurt”

grains of…

grains of…

seashore under blue sky
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sand” 4/27/18

I wish I was sand on the beach

faceless, shifting

I could encompass the whole coast

a shoal of shores

bearing the burden

of appeasing the great ocean

of wrath and caress

tides stretch my miles

eternally to the human mind

though even sand will find

the bottom of an hourglass

and run out of time.


Music : “Built on Sand” Solution .45 (one of my favorite vocalists of now (and about the last 10 years).. Christian Alvestam (he does all the vocals, you can not argue he can’t sing)…   I get most people don’t like heavy music (especially death metal), I do, I dig the aggression (am I not wrath and love?) but I also listen to tons of classical and electronica… so … who knows… just what I have been listening to lately.

WordPress… how you impress.

WordPress… how you impress.

wordpress reader page at this moment:

Suggestions: Batman, Politics, Cute.

I love the randomness.. and my dumb ass should make comments on this thing I suppose!

batman was clearly a republican… but Adam West and Burt Ward were so damn cute…


Voivod “Batman”

of course this is the theme from the TV show performed by one of my all time favorite bands…

Twitter Dee… Twitter Dumb.

Twitter Dee… Twitter Dumb.

motorcycle in the middle of street
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“Social Media Drive-By” 7.27.2018

a whisper feeds
a rumor grows
in an instant
on twitter
reputation
shot out from under,
a post
a feed
inbreeds in innuendos
goes viral
in circles of pop up juries,
they snicker
they laugh
they injure and incinerate,
-and the moment passes
they forget
behind, a wake, an aftermath
they forget
the wreck
they sank
to the bottom
on a whim, with a whisper
they forget.


notes… So, I’m a dork, I googled “drive by” and it is supposed to be “drive-by”…. why on earth would it matter but I am an honest cat on here sharing it all (warts and dorks as it were).. this was written in my car after work today (gee, that never happens…).  Just contemplating the cyber lynchings that seem to happen with regular frequency these days… it seems the moral superiority of some people online equals that of the religious types that they mock for the same behavior (I guess not having a belief in a higher power somehow makes it different?)… how ironic.   When you revel in the demise of others you are swimming in a tar pit full of sharks… is it worth it?  What happened to the value of taking a breath and assessing things with some perspective (and remembering we are all little flawed islands in the sea of humanity).  One post does not a total Dbag make.  Just something to ponder as I go wander off into … some silly distraction probably.


Another semi-obscure band… to me they are legendary, but what do I know ? (well, a lot if you ask me, but that is another story for another time fraulein…) …double shot music post RARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Fugazi – Long Division

Fugazi – KYEO

Credit to Neil C. from back in my Rutgers days for turning me on to this.  Ah… seems like a different life, it was a short time but a good time.

Voyager (3)

Voyager (3)

A continuation of my Voyager series (1, 2)… and now 3!  Of course there is not an actual 3rd mission but I had to number these to avoid confusion among the handful of people actually reading them…and myself honestly.  They all have a common thread but different flavor (I hope).  Maybe I am like voyager throwing things out into the universe to see what I see… throwing my own golden disc into the vast expanse of the internet perhaps finding an alien I can teach my language… or maybe I just like to write, or somewhere in between the two probably is the domain of the truth, at least for now… and without further adieu…

electric lamp over black background
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voyager 3” 7.2.2018

a faint –

distant

memory

ever traveling further

every moment every second every hour

a thin beam of light suspends dust

through the seam of a midnight door

a whisper slithers down the hall

barely audible

I strain to hear

I might remember

how I came upon this place

in darkness

this cold space

a litany of stars

but none are close

none are warm

all are far


notes… I am specifically commenting on Voyager 1 here… It is in interstellar space now (see my original post to learn about all that).  So… it takes 17 hours (more now) to receive a message from Voyager 1 so hence the ‘strain to hear’ reference… and the line ‘a thin beam of light suspends dust’ is a specific reference to this photo… Our planet… from the perspective of Voyager after it left the solar system…  humbling, to say the very least.  This little satellite that could is now in between stars… which illustrates the sheer vastness of space, hence the rest of the poem, maybe some people think I should not explain things or whatever… but these are very specific references I am playing with here that I want the reader to understand… now I am leaving huge gaps in metaphors as well… so this poem has other levels (like personal) but I want people to understand the core of the feeling as it energized me to write the piece(s).


so… some more trippy ambient avant garde stuff ? sure… I got that in spades folks.

Tetsu Inoue “World Receiver”

Voyager (1)

Voyager (1)

yellow flag on boat
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Voyager is of course (well I say that because I am a science geek but I should not assume) the project that launched 2 ships in 1977 that are still out there traveling past our solar system into interstellar space (Voyager 1 is the first man made object to do so, Voyager 2 still has a ways to go to escape the influence of our sun… think about that, we launched something in 1977 that still is under the influence of our sun… and is traveling at over 30,000 mph all the time – nuts!).  So I recently watched a documentary about the Voyager mission called “The Farthest”… (I reviewed it here on my Facebook media review page).. it is amazingly inspirational to see what people in the 70’s were able to accomplish (and to see their enthusiasm and reaction to this amazing triumph of humanity)… The computers then compared to now… I mean..wow !  My cell phone has 1000 times the power those little Voyager units do… BUT… they will outlive us all, being in space there is a ton of … (wait for it) …. space! seriously space here seems so cramped (at times) but the space of space (that sounds confusing) is insane compared to what we consider here as the volume of personal space (I am trying to say they won’t have a car accident as astral traffic is very light). So these little voyager units are out there… zooming into the unknown, the vikings, chris columbus, hell… they ain’t got nothing on these little things.. totally inspiring.  So hence these poems the next few days…


voyager 1” 6.15.18

might I walk upon

the surface of the sun

like a god

and look down below

onto the earth

a gem

a pearl

the cradle of life

the dawn of man

and all we know

I spy out into the endless expanse

and spot a messenger

a voyager

our postcard

our greeting card

our extended hand

and I utter

godspeed voyager

godspeed

as you blaze blindly bravely

into the unknown

your passenger of knowledge

forever into the cosmos

you go


I already posted once about the Seti : pharos album, that is some trippy space stuff… but it applies here, so I am posting it again… I have probably listened to that album 10,000 times, it is one of those things I play when I want to sleep and have dreams… that I am a voyager. Because… maybe the only scrap of humanity that will ever survive is aboard those vessels.. they are time capsules of our civilization…

respite. relax. refuge.

respite. relax. refuge.

lion sleeping beside rock
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as I am prone and known to do, I like to lighten the load on my loafers towards the weekend… I just got off the phone with work (a brutal installation that had me working 38 hours in 3 days…ugh)… so I need to reach back and relax, take a deep breath…. relax… so. some not so serious quips from my quiver … to deliver – to you. and why a lion? I’m a leo of course if you could not tell from the braggadocio of my vernacular.


5/31/18

for sale

by the owner

no one likes the listing

no one is listening


parts” 6.3.18

replace love

so I go to the love parts store

but there is nothing there

that I haven’t bought before

the model I owned

is no longer in stock

buried in years

universal clock


6.7.18

I am an oyster

with the pearl removed

they say the cause is an irritant

if this is true

I would like very much

to be bothered again

by you


Music!!!  what could be more fun than scatterbrain ?? ?  cmon now… !  I can’t believe how old this is but it brings back memories… they had some great tunes, dude…

Scatterbrain “Don’t Call Me Dude”

thomas leeb

thomas leeb

His album “riddle” blew my mind some years ago… I was just thinking about it… he wrote it as a teen, the playing is insane and unique.

Thomas Leeb “Riddle” in some library, not the greatest video but listen… all the sounds are him (he uses his palm and fingers for percussion).. insane my friends ! I can not say enough about how impossible this is to play… and how inspirational it is from a guitar perspective!  He makes it look easy… but it ain’t even for him !