Saturday, March 28, 2009
1 little, 2 little, 3 little pills i take
a brown and a round and a green little pill i take
4 little, 5 little , 6 little pills i ate
a gold and a pink and an orange flavored pill i ate
7 little, 8 little, 9 little pills are great
a big and a long and an egg shaped pill
i take 10 little pills in the morning.
Friday, March 27, 2009
She wasn't a muse, only a messenger to seduce me deeper in. In to the core of something larger than just myself is where she beckoned. She had me convinced that I am called to right. If only I could break free of this cocoon, a chrysalis of contemplation; then I could right.
I thought I had found someone to be larger with. It seems that this one only wanted to be made larger by downsizing others. I couldn't compete and only became more victimized more mesmerized less super-sized, only patronized. I became embroiled in a war of roses and found it not too cool. I stopped laughing and started crying. I became vindictive. I couldn't get the pain to stop. I didn't have the strength to leave. No relationship with self is a sin and a relationship with another - a crime under these precepts. My powers have been syphoned leaving a shrivelled zombie shell that paces alone in a dark room - not knowing where it belongs or what it is meant to do.
Now I will listen and right.
Right an Epic mythology. Change my name to GILGAMESH perhaps and flood the world with my Tears bringing fertility and forgetfulness of winter.
My hands are my Pen. My Mind the Binding. My life the pages. Stages are chapters and Spirit illustrations abound throughout.
The story will have laughter and hot chicks kicking with Kung-Fu priests. Rock bands in Walmart and disco balls for sale. Playgrounds in Museums - Picasso inside the hamster tubes. Secret agents fighting blatant evil where the good guy wins. It is not idealistic. There is treachery, Dishonor and Tragedy. Mistrust is an Idol to topple-to test our strengths. Robots to ensure we maintain human compassion. The laws of prosperity are simple; yet the patterns they create are complex. To Break them is to weave a self entangling web that draws ever closer. Can we call a magical sword at will?
It will be a Play, a Rock-Opera. All of you are in it. A High Fantasy of Orcs and Pigs. Animalized Characters with some riding on chariots of clouds, others with giant carven masks like Dark Shields of Ego. It's a quest for the Shakti. I am green with 4 arms. I wield a Vajra of Perfect Balance emanating colors. Ever changing images ride across my skin and mind.
Thoughts are a physical force which can interact and permeate, Collide and contort with other thoughts as beams of light. They later become form and their paths are Plot-able. Map-able. No Tom-Tom required, these are ancient and form the support strands of the Weird through dry-ice fog and a frenzy of fire-flies. Truth rides the gossamer wings of the winds as pollen clings to a bees knees.
Heroes stride with confidence dripping from their skin like heavy spring raindrops amongst the mortals. Acts of Jumping , Drumming, Dancing and various movements cause physical effects ranging from trees-uprooting, dervishes of leaves, parting waves, erupting volcanoes, eclipses and animals taking flight.
There will be no inter-mission. It will begin in the middle as Homer did. Then end- full circle. My Vader breath the climax of life long driving to completion. And She will be there, Smiling, waiting. Knowing I would come when my work was done.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN because I WILL ALWAYS BE
Art is a verb. A mode of Being.
Transitionally expressing affirmation of occurance.
I AM LIFE.
I merely create.
I thank for what I ate.
To be less than is to NOT be Great.
I AM DEATH and not afraid.
I AM THE FIRE OF DESIRE.
I AM GREAT
and so therefor
MORE, MUCH MORE than what I consume
as I bloom to heights dreamed for.
I AM DREAM
Lucid and limitless
Terrifying in mystery
making sense of chaos
with no emotional deposit
I AM INDEPENDANTLYWEALTHY.
Abundance flows through my pores with
thunderousness and glowing lightening.
My Vibration Rings True
in Multitudinous Range,
Making monks Red with Jealous Rage.
I AM IN TUNE
I phase beyond molecules
The other side of LIFE.
I AM TRANSFORMATION
I was paralyzed.
I AM DYNAMIC
I can't -"i can't" anymore. I can't afford it...I'm broken of was.
The GODS are not on my plane.
They know me not.
I have a theory that the cleanliness of one’s car is reflexive of the state of one’s affairs in life. Quite a simple idea, really. Perhaps a bit too obvious at first glance. Yet like Meis van der Rohe’s “less is more” Seagram building ; “…its aesthetic impact on the elegance of its proportions and …verticality” (Allen Temko Horizon Sept. ’56) is brought to dawn.
For example I enter brief recollections of my first driving experiences as a licensed youth; seemingly related to encounters with women:
1987 Brightly tarnished canary yellow Escort. First Car. Black interior. Dad and I repair the floor so I don’t feel like Barney Rubble. Keep car clean.
Noticed girl-friend has incredibly hairy bush while on swings at park. Scared by implications. She collects her toe-nails.
Wreck car in blinding sun. Hood folds in slow-motion. Not my fault
1988 Drive dad’s car and burn out clutch on way to pick up date for prom. Wearing new suit. Was model for group of black guys at mall, manager wanted to show his keen sense of fashion to buddies. I am pleased with advice and meeting. An uncle rescues date and I. We get to boogie.
Mother picks us up in Decorator Den business van. All 3 vehicles are clean, yet I have to sit on large swatches on way to returning date.
1989 Inherit the Red Camaro with white interior and tape deck. Uncle and friends imbue her with good vibes. Car is straight up teeth. Keep car clean . Cheese puff balls spill in dash vent, would hover while air turned up high.
Made a girl laugh so hard she peed her pants in car.
Offer suggestion to police while accosted during beer slamming session in parking lot, to “lock my keys in the trunk and walk away from this whole experience. Break in car after teen-dance club, and rip back seat out to get to keys.
‘Cops R us Interuptus’ late at night rebounding with hairy pussy girl in parking lot.