A very north east NY/NJ thing…

A very north east NY/NJ thing…

night building forest trees
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abandoned houses in the woods (or seemingly there so), what am I trying to say?  Well…  growing up here in the US northeast there is plenty of mountains, majestic ? not really, but hiking wise ?  pretty damn cool, we have the Appalachian trail and the Catskills not too far, when I went to camp as a wee lad there were these houses built in the woods… like normal houses, think of the original Blair Witch (which scared the crap out of me personally at the time), that stuff exists and is that creepy especially as a kid, totally bombed out houses that look normal on the outside but .. just in the middle of friggin nowhere… that sort of was my inspiration for this (mixed with longing for her)…

house in the woods” 9.5.2018

I left my heart, someplace I forgot

‘it is better this way’,

so they say, so I’m told

I can not raise, the army of my voice

to assemble and rise or even disagree

an abandoned house, with no glass

windows just portals, to let the elements in

the wind, the rain, and cold

the insulation failed, years ago

this is no longer a home, just a shell

but it remains all

all I know now, and all the more.


notes… kind of a nice halloween theme if I don’t say so, but I just did…

On my drive down…

On my drive down…

five white yacht
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On my way to Cape May NJ the other week this was the first thing I wrote… it was on the way, coming over the bridge into Cape May by all the marinas…

Arrival in Cape May, NJ 10.7.2018

the sky is remarkably blue

the veritable not a cloud

gently autumn sun warming

traveling to one of my favored places in this world

(that I have been to)

and with all this

all the while, all this time-past,

I am thinking of you.

Simple thoughts for the week’s end…

Simple thoughts for the week’s end…

nature beach holiday sand
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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)

silhouette of mountains
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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…

flight landscape nature sky
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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 !)

Thomas Alva Edison Memorial Park…

Thomas Alva Edison Memorial Park…

Sometimes something is right under your nose, and you take it for granted (even though it is granite), this site is literally within walking… er, I doubt I would walk that far, um, a 5 minute hop in the ole automobile thing from my abode, in past years (my youth, where did that go?) this site was in disrepair, and frankly quite sad, given the man (Thomas Alva Edison), enlightened us (quite literally), although his greatest invention is probably the phonograph (he bought the patent (rights) to the light bulb and made the real first working one, it wasn’t really his idea totally – initially), so with all my incessant babbling I am trying to say the Edison Memorial tower is right here in my home town of (drum roll) Edison! (New Jersey), I surely think locals treat this place like the Mt Rushmore of nowheresville but it is significant history right here in our backyard (quite literally, it is off a semi main road tucked into a neighborhood where Edison had a house).  I shot some video also of the site if you would like a virtual tour (which got interrupted by some of the local urban deer, I thought they might jump me, they looked tougher than venison usually is), luckily I escaped with my life from these rapscallions…

The miraculous frailty of this little planet…

The miraculous frailty of this little planet…

time lapse photo of stars on night
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I think a good deal about the universe and our (OK, mine) place in it, the factors involved in how the Earth exists (and us by extension) are mind numbing, how we are exactly where we need to be in the solar system (distance from the sun), how our moon is so perfectly aligned that we have full eclipses (no other planet has this exactly, even though other planets have tons of moons, especially in the outer solar system), how our magnetic field has shielded us from the solar wind, how our gravity was able to hold in water (the ocean), I could go on and on…  but lately I have been watching a great show “wonders of the solar system” and came upon some animation of all the rogue junk (mostly asteroids/meteorites that are literally flying past us in the inner solar system)…. check it out, and remember that the next time you get pissed about something silly….

All the Asteroids (and flotsam) flowing through the inner solar system

Jupiter, being the biggest planet, is the biggest culprit, it interacts with the asteroid belt and throws rocks at us, it deflects some as well… and frankly without the Yucatan collision would we be ruling the planet ??

anyway, as I thought about this I also wrote a poem, because that is what I do, I grab my brush and stroke…

10.15.2018

I try to weigh the volume, of my space

in the universe

and I feel infinitesimally small

not even a grain of silicon

am I a part, at least a cog

am I a molecule in the body of god?


notes: as usual, written in my car on the way home tonight, I had to keep muttering it to myself until I reached a good place to pull over and write it down in my horrible hand writing… I so often fear I will stop writing, but honestly I am a fountain lately (since April), so .. I have ton of stuff to post, not sure where to start but the new and shiny just seems…. so new and shiny… thoughts ?

some lasting thoughts…

some lasting thoughts…

seawaves on sands
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going through my notes of hiking (well, on a beach mind you) through Cape May wildlife parks, I was inspired here and there, mostly I was inspired visually as all my previous posts last week show, so… that should spark my words, or actually maybe humble them, at times I was thinking how could I possibly compare my words to the palette displayed before me by nature, but you come to the performance with what you have, and do it.


10.13.18

I would give all of this for you

for a moment

but that is not exactly the truth

I want a moment

to last until my dying years

’till my eyes wash with forever

the lasting ember, your face

all I wish to remember


notes… strange that this is what pops in my head on a lovely beach, but of course, when you walk alone for as long as I have, your mind starts to wander, in my case to her, I carry her in my mind with me everywhere, not always, but sometimes I just feel like she is there and I can talk to her like she can hear me, of course that is nuts, but that is my inner dialogue, and I can admit that, maybe I am just different than everyone, I don’t know, I can only be me, and can only be honest about my thoughts, I doubt I am alone with the way I think, but sometimes it feels like it because people do not like to share their weaknesses.  But at the end we all meet the same fate, I am trying to live my life that way, am I succeeding ?  nah… but I am working toward it.

Hurricane Michael came on by…

Hurricane Michael came on by…

eye of the storm image from outer space
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The remnants of the hurricane rolled through here last night and it was gnarly, I had to put towels under my hotel door to block water from coming in (boo hoo me right?), I love storms, I especially love mother nature tearing through (thunderstorms and the like), so I actually had a blast last night watching the storm roll through this beach community, I have video to upload (from last night) but only had a chance to upload some stuff from today @ a beach I visited just two days ago, so check out my youtube channel to see how crazy the beach was today.  I wrote some poems the past few days, but man I don’t feel like typing it all out right now, I’ll be back home tomorrow so I will get back to posting my usual stuff, which seriously bores everyone I guess (based on hits/traffic) so… I am still just gonna be me. Looking forward to finishing my vacation off @ Uncle Bill’s Pancake House tomorrow morning, it is like a diner feel, such a jersey thing, hard to explain but if you are ever here (cape may) check out Uncle Bill’s.  Hey!  comments, arguments and complaints are always appreciated… thanks to anyone who reads any of this, seriously, thanks.