Kitty Safe

2/20/2012

2012-02-21T03:17:48Z

Work is slowed, no albums sell,
In financial uncertainty to dwell.

Love's brim unlatched, overflows with art,
Gives great comfort and warms the heart.

A silent temple unsupervised,
A council of faith with longing sweet

The bee goes on about his work
Unaware of the conflict within me

Where is purpose when the lone tongue wags
Abbreviated by ill repair

For I have seen the passing of time
Only remembers us once we're forgotten heir

2/20/2012

2012-02-20T12:19:14Z

Nothing confuses or upsets beasts more than man's search for God.

~*~

When life leaves you directionless, the least we can do is offer people something to eat in the waiting room.

~*~

Be a farmer, not a harvester.

~*~

Everybody needs a prayer, and you call it by any name, it's still there
Something to tow your boat to distant shores, where dreams explode,
and mountains of blue lap against oceans of stone....
unfolding, gyrating, and breeding.

Empty Handed

2012-02-19T20:59:33Z

Empty Handed

(Verse 1)

Dsus

I woke up on the wrong side of the mirror

Gsus

And everything in dreams is always clearer

Asus

I'm always heading off somewhere with purpose

The sky's alive and so am I it's easy

Picking up coins for inspiration, D

It hadn't dawned on me they'd been dis-carded

(Verse 2)

Take a look if you can see right through me

The hanging lights of restless nights are calling

Suddenly it's not enough to need you

Everything expected and nothing left

(Chorus)

D A

At the end of the world where will you be?

F#mi G

Losing your laugh or loving me?

D A

At the edge of the world where will you stand?

F#mi G

Lost in love, or drowning in quick sand?

with one tree, and waking up empty-handed

(Verse 3)

The ocean turned upside-down, a dolphin trade for stars

Awakened eyes un-opened, lit up like passing cars

The salty sea licks my feet on starlit shores

The earth unveils in mighty layers and reaching the core

(Bridge/Chorus)

(Verse 3)

I lay my body down in the desert

A silent crow beside me and the mountains

The horizon's sign the heart flatlines

The silence and the bell is all I hear now

She comes to me an angel born of starlight

Her eyes aflame I don't know her name, bt it's all right

I remember when she led my baby to Heaven

A spiral stair and long white hair ascending

(Bridge/Chorus)

The Island (a short story)

2012-02-19T18:19:35Z

All my life I was getting into trouble... the cops were called in. I was chastised and returned like a small annoying fish to a pond. One day I guess I went too far and I was eventually removed from the pond, the city life, and I was taken up into a spaceship planet above the Earth where I could be supervised.

The policeman was friendly enough, he walked with me explaining this new community, from the corner of my eye I saw my cat Neptune walking amongst bookshelves...

In this new community that resembled a beautiful small island, lived many types of people from all over the world. The grass was lush, small huts and gardens embraced the near shoreline.

Children played with each other, children from all over the world, natives from India, and Peru, and China, and many places I simply did not recognize, but I did not feel a part of their games; I was alone.

I felt shunned by them all for what I had done on the planet below, and one day I saw some monks having some kind of a ceremony and I quietly snuck in and sat down in the back, hoping I could be accepted by them, but one noticed me right away and made me leave, giving me angry condemning looks all the while.

Whenever I saw them they gave me dirty looks, but all I wanted was to... I didn't know what I wanted, and they shooed me away again and again.

Time passed, feeling despondent, sad, alone, unwanted, when I went down to the shore to just get away from it all, the water was beautifully clear, shallow, and rocks glistened below the surface of the water like treasure, it was stunning and... suddenly a small girl no more than six years old ran into the water right in front of me and was hit by a bus and killed instantly; I cried out profoundly at the loss of this innocent child.

I bowed my head, unable to rise for some time before turning back to the shore. From this point on I didn't care whether I was unwanted, I didn't care that the communities ostracized me. I didn't care about anything anymore, my view of everything had been changed. I understood how the small thoughtless actions in my life had hurt others, and I knew I could not live like that anymore.

When I saw the monks again a long while later they were all in a row singing, some new ceremony had commenced. I figured they still didn't want me around, and I received more condemning stares, but this time I did not judge them, I did not feel hurt by them, they did not sting, the loss of that child forever stained upon my heart, I did not want anything anymore except perhaps to be free of the suffering for what I had done to deserve their condemnation, and to atone for making so many people's lives so hard for so many years. I came closer, and before I knew it they had moved in a circle around me, but not for me, with me, and I found myself standing before the leader of their community... it was then I understood, they had been waiting for me to want to change, and I had come home.

20 Types of People on Facebook

2012-02-19T17:22:44Z

1) The "Lurker" - Never posts anything or comments on your post, but reads everything, and might make reference to your status if they... see you in public.

2) The "Hyena" - Doesn't ever really say anything, just LOLs and LMAOs at everything

3) "Mr/Ms Popular" - Has 4367 friends for NO reason

4) The "Gamer" - Plays Words With Friends, Mafia Wars, Bakes virtual cakes and stuff, etc., ALL DAY.)

5)The "Prophet" - Every post makes reference to God or Jesus

6) The "Thief" - Steals status updates.. and will probably steal this one.

7) The "Cynic" - Hates their life, and everything in it, as evidenced by the somber tone in ALL of their status updates.

8) The "Collector" - Never posts anything either, but joins every group and becomes fans of the most random stuff.

9) The "Promoter" - Always sends event invitations to things that you ultimately delete or ignore.

10) The "Liker" - Never actually says anything, buy always clicks the "like" button

11) The "Hater" - Every post revolves around someone hating on them, and they swear people are trying to ruin their life

12) The "Anti-Proofreader" - This person would benefit greatly from Spellcheck, and sometimes you feel bad for them because you don't know if they were typing fast, or really cant spell.

13) "Drama Queen/ King" - This person always posts stuff like "I can't believe this!", or "They gonna make me snap today!", in the hopes that you will ask what happened, or what's wrong...but then they never finish telling the story.

14) "Womp Womp" - This person consistently tries to be funny...but never is.

15) The "News" - Always updates you on what they are doing and who they are doing it with, no matter how arbitrary

16) The "Rooster" - Feels that it is their job to tell Facebook "Good Morning" every day.

17) The Blue Mooner - Someone who only uses facebook once in a blue moon

18) The Conversationalist - always seeks to take discussion on fcbk to the next level, not content with burnt bagel talk.

19) The Grammar Nazi - Only posts to correct grammar or spelling.

20) The Social Experimenter - the person who will post anything just to see what types of responses he/she will get.

2/17/2012

2012-02-17T07:51:23Z

Prayer is not about seeking an unknowable God, but about reaching beyond our selves, our indentifications, with all our emotion, to strike a chord that resounds even when we are gone.

~*~

Senses are like colors, we start with 5 senses or primary colors, and by blending them, harmonizing them, we can discover new ones.

~*~

How one we are, when first we reach out to the stirring tides behind closed eyes.

~*~

God is the first domino to fall.

~*~

When I was 15 I left home. I pretended I was suicidal so I could get the fuck out of there. The environment to me at home was like a prison, and I was doing everything to escape. I was doing cocaine in high school, partying with friends late night after work, staying up all night painting or writing music, dropping acid, and behaving generally antisocial. I did coke at school, and pulled away from everyone. It got to the point that I was basically removed from the home and put on a 5150 for observation , then into a halfway house, then to a locked ward for troubled youth where I picked up the guitar and started to find actual creative ways to express my feelings. I wrote prolifically, made extraordinary friends, And even made a movie. I would sing for everyone, I took requests, it was all Guns n Roses Patience and More than Words by Extreme, U2, Jon Lennon and Rush for awhile there, drinking wine with Lee Denton in the park at midnight when I got out. I couldn't be helped because I didn't want to be helped, I wanted to break on through, to really create something new, and honest, to find my voice, to create a new color or a new way of communicating, of being.

Then I met Mike Seeba who taught me another way, a healthy way, of appreciating the little things, and realizing I had something within me that was good without being self destructive. He showed me things like how to read myself with practice, perception as an art form, music as a connection, and not a dislocation. Buddhism, breath and a living path.

Today I take those dichotomies, the esoteric and the simplicity, the nostalgia and the history, to strike balance in the heart of me. I was the piglet to his Winnie the pooh, finding my nuanced and unique way of seeing things, and molding it is fashion and expressing it with independence and certitude.

Time bakes a cake of of us all from the ingredients we've chosen. The taste of memory is made from the choices we ourselves have made. Accountable in the paths we've paved. And ever watching for inspiration's reflection on the horizon.

~*~

2/15/2012

2012-02-15T12:30:19Z

I want to write and record a Jewish parody of Van Halen's old song "Running with the Devil" about the holiday of Passover... it'll be like

Running with the matzah... hide the Afikoman, then jump on your dreidel and ride!!!!

2/13/2012

2012-02-13T17:17:52Z

If you've got the Netflixxy streamy video subscriptiony thingy over there by you, check out the show "The IT Crowd", start with episode 1, I guaranbooglywooglyteradyctylputtytatee tell you, you'll be hooked. All Netflix really needs is a button to remove laugh tracks.

My Life Story In Books

2012-02-04T16:50:43Z

Goodnight Moon -> The Hungry Caterpillar -> Where the Wild Things Are -> Grover's Monster at the end of this Book -> Corduroy -> Curious George -> Shel Silverstein -> Tin Tin -> The Phantom Tollbooth -> James Bond -> JRR Tolkien's Complete Works -> Douglas Adams -> Edgar Allen Poe -> Herman Hesse -> Carlos Castaneda -> Poetry -> Zen Teachings -> Winnie the Pooh -> The Illuminatus Trilogy -> The Bible -> Jesus without the Bible -> Bhagavad Gita -> Koran -> I-Ching -> Tarot -> Science Fiction -> Folklore -> History -> Plays -> Psychology -> Textbooks -> Mythology -> Lyrics -> Autobiographies -> Richard Brautigan -> Olaf Stapledon -> Tanya -> Goodnight Moon

2/4/2012

2012-02-04T16:00:59Z

I'm an Atheist in the sense that I believe only in anything I find evidence of, I just happened to find evidence of God.

2/3/2012

2012-02-03T13:19:37Z

There's a song, a shifting force that stirs the soul.
I remember you, standing on an island enshrouded in fog,
bathed in dream's glow after awakening to the slumber of the beloved. The sky a butterfly's wing, and I, a note harmonizing with the light in your darkness.

2/2/2012

2012-02-03T04:30:22Z

Okay so I'm going to say something completely normal right now. Ready? Ok.

Sometimes I look into my cup of coffee and see ripples as if someone is invisibly swimming in my coffee, and then I remember how sometimes when I'll be busy working I'll look up and see my cat sitting there just staring at me as if he's been staring at me for hours, like that girl from Paranormal Activity, but Paranormal Catctivity... so it's like that when I look into my cup of coffee, and then I naturally think, oh there's an angel swimming in my coffee like a jacuzzi, then I drink it and grow wings. That's normal, right?

2/1/2012

2012-02-01T07:37:20Z

What if God is real and we're all living in a giant illusion, like a 3-dimensional role playing game... run on the best servers, updated in real time... where every action is on display... written down in the Akashic Records for all time, to be replayed, displayed, puzzled over by aliens, Gods, ghosts, and ancestors... what legacy will you leave for them? How do you want to be remembered?

~*~

Suffering. To require, to desire, to feel yourself a bottle whose body lays empty, or nary two drops to wet the lips. To long for an others to kiss. To remember and know no more. In the darkness, where the hum of machines keep time, and moments can be pointed at one by one like ants in a line. Touch, finger to finger, that is divine, a gift to give another time, and you here to rest, comforted and fine.

1/29/2012

2012-01-29T17:59:58Z

The Soulless spirit to the spiritless Soul
The rest of balance defines the goal
Electrical communication telepathic control
Creating the dream and returning to the fold....

Alone

2012-01-28T01:06:45Z

          A      G              D
If you're alone, won't you come over?
               A                           G             D
I know you won't, was there something that I should have said?
        A G      D
Because I, I feel alone too
A                G      D
I know you feel it when I do
     Emi                            A
When love songs keep repeating your name
Emi                                                A
The heartbreak is easy, far harder is being you're gone away
       D              /C#           Emi/7     D/A
With the weight on my heart and the wave of a hand
   G             E7
It all just disappears
      G                    A         A7
Is it just me feeling this alone out here?

D F#mi7 G

And I'm alone, I know but not lonely
And you could just come and hold me
And I'd be the man you wanted believe me
Cos I understand where you stand beside me