I still haven't found what I'm looking for...

This is the youtube video for U2's "I sill haven't found what I'm looking for" from their Joshua Tree album. One of my absolute favorites from U2. This video was filmed in Harlem and shows the gospel roots in the song. I remember in high school being totally enamored with the album and themes of the album.. The song itself has felt like a life anthem for me as I have been a seeker and searcher for so long....searching for love, seeking happiness, travelling to see the world, trying to make sense of life's chaos. As I go through a transition in my life once again I find myself relating to the song once again....I have still have not found what I'm looking for. But the search is still on and I hope to continue to be challenged and intrigued by the journey of life and the many fun and not so fun byways it takes me on. Life is afterall both an adventure and a challenge. Here's to seeking and searching...may we all find what we are looking for. Or at least enjoy the journey of the search...

Hope Road

In life we can choose a path of hope or despair. As I go through some trying times I am choosing to take the journey down hope road. The alternative routes just don't seem to work. Choose Hope. Be hopeful. Think hope. That's my thought and photo above for today. Have Peace and hope. May you have a wonderful day full of hope and positive spirits.

You too can text and ride a motorcycle at the same time!

This is a hilarious YouTube video showing a guy in India chillin' out riding on his motorcycle while texting at the same time! I'm sorry but this is a crazy world we are living in. This video made me laugh and also worry about the safety of our roads at the same time.

CITYNIGHTSCAPE

the lights go on, neon burns into the sky

skyscrapers rising as beacons of the night

the storekeepers sleep, the nighfly begins his flight

cityscape trains roll on the tracks, day is done

metro buses make their rounds, metropolitan eyes

the trolley rolls, cityslickers blackberry replies

swagger down the street the nightfly moves in shadows

the daily grind is done, brighter vibes in the urban air

espresso laced irish cream, cigar lit ferry ride affair

gourmet meals prepared and served

dining on sidewalks, mood elated energy amped

into the club crowds roar, jazz infused at the door stamped

beaming off of the PSFS shimmering tower, redness

emblazing evening ultra modern commerce paragon

into their element, shakers and movers ignite the city's spawn

dawn may come, flowing from natural darkness electrified upon

edge of morning flows to the horizon, the season of spring coming on

rolling into urban enclave, fast moving city folk lay on the park lawn

Life In Technicolor Extended

Coldplay, "Life In Technicolor" extended video mix from YouTube. I just love this instrumental song. The song is only 2 minutes and 30 seconds long on "Viva La Vida" but I found this remix video which is over 5 minutes long with some cool graphics. I am always pleased when I find a new song I just love and can't stop playing over and over. Hope you like it too. Viva La Vida!

To quit the death stick : A Poem

cigarette tax just jacked

up $7 a carton

a remedy to the economy

revenues gone, smokers down in flames

recession stress buster up in smoke

the weary can't afford to cling

to the one thing they really know

still less than chemo therapies

but too much to stomach

i need out from the clutch

of the nicotine death stick

its grip on me is tight rope

i am slave to the burning stick of false hope

comfort in tense times

stimulant or relaxant it's all the same

a deadly addictive fix killling its host

i've been down this road

more times than the spinning sun

the patch, the gum, the inhalant, the pill

what will i do this time to free myself

unimprison my body, my mind, my life

to go cold turkey or buy a turnkey video

showing some hypnosis technique

either way

they must go soon

my lungs and wallet can't take anymore

of this addiction bs

my clothes and home stench of smoke

my lungs darkened from the nicotine blunts

the hardest thing i may ever do

the smartest thing i could ever go through

the body is stronger than the mind

in the throws of the nicotine addiction

my heart and lungs

will embrace the oxygen rich fresh air

my mind and body

will go stir crazy without my fix

i need a clean break a moving on

saying goodbye to the coffin smoked nails

that insidiously made their way into my body's home

Nightblogging

"Nightswimming deserves a quiet night" - REM

There is something about the night. Maybe it is the soothing quiet. Maybe it is the stress of the day being over. My mind is clearer, sharper and more creative in the night. I feel more alive. Ideas flow in my head. I love listening to songs on my Itunes. By the way, I am enjoying Coldplay's cd "X&Y" as we speak, or should I say as I write.. The instrumental song "Life In Technicolor" is especially intriguing. The song is only 2 minutes and 30 seconds long. I wish it lasted at least 10 minutes. I can't get enough. I get more joy from the horrible cigarettes I smoke at night. Caffeine has a stimulating yet relaxing effect, no jitters. The night just enhances things for me.

As you can see, I just love the night. The moon shining. Cities lit up in the night sky, neon and skyscrapers in their glory. Blogging takes on a new shape for me at night. I want to tap edgier insights. I want to imagine grandiose things and write manifestos about saving the world or invent a new society of peace and harmony. The phone is not ringing. Outside workers aren't banging on anything. There is great peace in the night time. I can focus, relax, dream, imagine and write on my blog. I can look up obscure topics on Wikipedia to learn more about this amazing world. I love this time. Nightblogging; try it sometime on a computer near you.

Stay up late and write. Open up new frontiers within and from your imagination. Unlock the untapped recesses of your mind, let the ideas out into the sunshine (or darkness) to play. Feel the calm. Embrace the night frontier.

Recipe: Caffeine, music, computer, imagination, 3 ice cubes, a blender and a dash of lime.

Nightblogging; the simple pleasure of saying and playing with technology.

Fleeting Neural Idea : A Poem

ideas fly in the night's internal sky
fleeting thoughts run the gammit
mind wandering about
subject object polarity
dream, vision, projection

the right hemisphere emits
fleeting thoughts about the mind
brain zen is
here and there
thought, ideation, abstraction

synapsis makes lasered connections
webified neurons reflecting emotion
neural networked
internal electric grid
superego, transmigration, conceptualization

astral projections launched from dendrites
transmigrating soul launchings
endorphined now
self-generated quantum leaps
synapsized, intercellularized, globalized

visualizations abounding mind's eye
grey matter feverously dancing about
brain zen is
now and here
realization, illumination, enlightenment

Regina Spektor, "On the Radio" on YouTube

I was unfamiliar with Regina Spektor until about a month or so ago. I've really come to appreciate her unique sound and voice. It's not the sort of music I was usually listening to but now I find I really like her a lot. There are several other live songs on YouTube by her worth checking out. Many are live from the Lollapalooza festivals. My favorite songs by her are "Ghost of Corporate Future" and the "Consequence of Sound". Check her out if you are not familiar with her. Her website, www.reginaspektor.com is mighty swank too, if you click on "music" from the site, you can listen to most of her songs from her cd's and yes, tapes.

Viva La Vida, Violin Version from YouTube

I love this guy's violin version! I was not the greatest but I played violen from 3rd grade to 8th grade. I gave it up then because I thought it wasn't cool enough for high school.

Denatured : A Poem

Open up swallow the statin

typical American diet de-fattened

chin up nip tuck the unwanted wrinkle

plastic surgeon's cleaning up cash

an ego driven swindle

unpleasant thoughts just wiped away

prozac and xanax clear mind's disarray

altered tomotoes and growth hormones

shiny apples nature improved upon

mass feeding drones, food cloned

One Thousand Words : A conceptual poem

Dynamic

abstract

passion

urban

collecting

cities

trains

ferries

subways

art

landscape

gridscape

fresh

worn

brave

soiled

content

green

substance

substantial

extension

manipulation

luminous

sex

warmth

escapism

sound

black

politics

pressure

pleasure

lounge

wood

panelling

hot

coffee

beans

espresso

cappucino

cheese

skyline

erratic

inane

comtemporary

post

modern

archaic

pre

raphaelite

inter

zone

communication

racial

connection

sleep

paper

packaging

eclectic

erotic

eroticism

death

rebel

rebellion

copper

blue

sienna

red

loud

music

texture

painterly

sense

place

soup

beaches

sunsets

coastlines

affection

desire

cigar

boxes

jazz

turquoise

magenta

loss

magic

jealousy

travel

adventures

conversation

books

philosophy

love

heightened

experience

sensual

sensuality

learning

knowledge

meaning

existentialism

friendship

caring

walks

fireplaces

libraries

laughing

seriousness

fear

exotic

oriental

women

asian

foreigner

worlds

away

appeal

excitement

reverberate

illuminate

synthetic

formalism

metaphysical

unintelligible

forensic

medical

cadaver

practice

intolerable


win

medal

honor

satisfy

ego

con

ploy

orgasm

soy

goy

pump

circumstance

amid

crisis

solve

solution

workout

expression

physical

emotional

mental

pine

barrens

water

growth

charcoal

funky

rubbing

off

spread

like

fire

buzz

voluptuous

serene

underground

crime

voyeur

explore

involvement

detachment

appreciate

continuous

beer

micro

brew

exposed

brick

hardwood

floors

lofts

industrial

areas

architecture

streets

public

transportation

cafes

classical

design

magazines

newstands

local

papers

journals

maps

posters

notes

postcards

candles

matchbooks

beermats

articulate

style

rich

diversity

variety

time

nightime

pizza

gyros

roadtrips

wanderlust

anxiety

restlessness

depression

emptyness

longing

confusion

obsession

insecurity

escape

change

perspective

helplessness

direction

laziness

motivation

over

under

stimulation

boredom

purpose

obligation

expectation

needs

wants

realities

dreams

illusions

misconceptions

parks

drives

annoying

sit

coms

cliche

hackneyed

predictability

likely

expected

unforgettable

important

spectacle

obvious

loneliness

pain

western

images

legends

rituals

symbols

reasons

key

scenarios

social

paths

reification

paradox

description

institutionalized

hardened

crystallized

free

form

rigid

open

minded

narrow

provincial

constricted

closed

emotion

intellectualize

rationalize

dehumanize

patronize

metabolize

lack

of

exercise

unhealthy

size

no

surprise

off

the

tracks

unconventional

misguided

uninhibited

unsocialized

sophisticated

cultured

culture

kultur

film

dance

literature

genre

dissertations

grad

students

undergrads

stones

fields

green

river

walls

trees

pride

solo

happiness

now

planes

fly

trips

vacations

getaways

on

holiday

sojourn

rejuvination

new

information

ideas

just

because

so

what

strangeness

weirdness

wooness

androgenous

rootless

intellectuals

pipes

beards

trappings

doctorates

resumes

personal

stories

letters

of

recommendation

shopping

malls

food

clothing

crowds

senior

citizens

shoppes

stores

blood

pressures

mourning

timeless

graveyard

permanence

damocles

sword

imminent

incorrigible

effervescense

divisive

ardent

lucrative

insular

fortuitous

enigma

insatiable

iniquitious

vapid

planning

pernicious

intense

color

form

meets

function

becomes

beauty

eloquence

vision

scope

radical

chic

hip

bohemian

beat

avante

garde

neo

surface

superficial

lacking

depth

outstanding

bent

lucid

dreaming

flirt

contact

racing

thoughts

honey

melancholy

pickles

garlic

bread

limes

seltzer

brie

wine

waterfall

mountains

companionship

wonder

precious

moment

poetry

adolescense

anger

romantic

romanticism

romanticize

power

depth

money

work

economic

forces

computers

jobs

unions

temps

control

order

chaos

theory

perception

rejection

gentrification

renewal

displacement

cosmopolitan

neopolitan

plebian

roman

nose

jet

set

smart

bet

live

at

vet

something

thing

cost

benefit

analysis

decision

hearing

politician

jack

kevorkian

market

freedom

trade

failed

ailing

obsolete

darwin

keep

going

progress

linear

notion

cycles

capital

division

exploitation

tension

deception

anderson

windows

trees

outside

squirrels

commuters

rat

race

ice

cappades

cheap

seats

eats

festival

concert

themepark

adult

playground

bookshop

coinop

laundrette

diner

futons

florists

roadside

rest

stops

sorry

closed

trucks

only

facilities

lodging

fuel

showers

pay

toll

half

mile

plaza

present

ticket

with

cash

are

you

sure

you

are

not

lost

too

more

stations

congratulations

verse

prose

fools

know

calamity

terror

trouble

horror

life

birth

wasted

chosen

regret

rebirth

arrival

consummation

formation

last

judgement

contextual

clue

parents

mom

dogs

living

rooms

televisions

portraits

pipes

ringing

perplexed

footprints

sky

land

sea

earth

air

fire

water

elements

brainwaves

consciousness

turning

points

back

feelings

thoughts

opinions

inner

sensations

alliterations

tiles

interesting

figments

imagination

bill

killing

primarily

about

random

psyche

venus

otto

rockie

ande

friends

lovers

relationships

partnerships

companions

relations

good

eros

freud

structure

structural

anthropology

critical

theory

existential

motifs

man

universe

one

irony

secret

temptation

indulgence

ideology

redemption

completion

attrition

pretentious

contemplation

engineering

modulation

ergonomics

overstimulation

patience

creedence

acceptance

sociological

explanation

politicized

evocation

agenda

just

providing

info

for

perusal

demystification

professorial

admiration

causing

inspiration

crazy

run

on

text

self

referential

work

iconoclast

military

brats

gone

fishing

jersey

shore

going

down

fetish

system

process

choice

embolism

dying

breed

guilt

herd

mass

violence

smoking

herb

altered

arousal

visual

spiritual

chemical

sexual

buffalo

roam

hunter

thompson

home

vegas

guns

eccentric

quirky

fun

flight

slum

bum

hobo

boho

transient

homeless

tramp

vibes

wino

ragged

glory

unforgettable

fires

new

york

nowhere

road

chance

excavation

anticipation

felt

lips

sultry

hips

anarchy

boots

south

street

cheesesteaks

pretzels

penn

broad

chestnut

walnut

race

arch

vine

italian

irish

delaware

schulkill

temple

wharton

franklin

rittenhouse

spectrum

ritz

roxy

screening

room

kahn

hahnemann

reading

terminal

elfreth's

alley

gallery

bourse

trocadero

outfitters

chinatown

philly

brotherly

love

and

hate

crime

rennaisance

goode

move

metropolitan

agglomeration

boston

new

york

philadelphia

baltimore

washington

northeast

corridor

infrastructure

banking

arts

universities

people

foundry

government

southern

drawl

racism

home

cooking

legacy

slavery

pace

texas

georgia

florida

retirement

rednecks

drugs

manic

depressed

lithium

phone

calls

hysteria

paranoia

hospitals

nurses

cigarettes

angry

uncontrollable

sickness

tragedy

innapropriate

unfortunate

sadness

rent

resentment

dissapointment

deprivation

wishes

hope

disorder

carelessness

dead

cats

frozen

bizarre

behavior

havoc

distribution

grind

culmination

entropy

fixation

worth

value

contract

three

two

one

overbearing

withdrawl

rhythm

method

artificial

alienation

exploitation

voluminous

transgress

congress

bartender

lendor

pretenders

blunt

burnt

arrangements

funeral

confirm

fixed

reservation

white

black

horse

pike

ginger

flavored

brandy

congruous

hallucination

condemnation

in

temptation

conflagration

conflict

resolution

stupidity

silly

half

baked

creme

de

cacao

baileys

irish

cream

punk

scene

sprinsteen

classic

rock

bar

stool

mental

illness

conspicuous

consumption

light

you

go

girl

woop

there

it

is

obscurity

method

madness

smoke

irritation

some

kind

of

wonderful

poetry

in

motion

hotel

california

misery

dizzy

sing

along

karoake

nostalgia

bearing

directions

hometown

way

corridor

say

lovely

face

plenty

affliction

addiction

conscription

summer

sweat

dance

forget

captain

wine

nineteen

sixty

nine

far

away

middle

kingdom

vending

machine

microwave

cancer

medicine

disease

catapult

insanity

meatball

outlook

burlington

county

times

current

novemeber

three

impulsive

snack

gotta

have

it

oneness

know

thyself

motivation

excess

complexity

virtue

cannonball

Scattered Thoughts from a Scattered Mind

Having covered both forbidden topics in my last post, religion and politics, I thought I'd just keep things light today in my blog post. I'm not going to present you with a soul searching poem or Jack Handy-like deep thought for the day. I really want to keep it light. That's why I'm going to discuss the hermenuetic dialectical errors inherent in Freudian Psychoanalytics, transposed with quantum particle mechanics. Ok, not really but I hope I got you thinking. I have no idea what that would be anyhow so I'm not even going to try. I do get a kick out of the subject and explorations of some academic research. Everyone is so concerned about the juxpositioning of this and that and the post-post-modern implications of a particular theory. It's all quite amusing.



I just have a few thoughts for the day today.



Since a freeway is called a "free way", why in the hell are there so many tolls to pay?



John asked me today why do we park on driveways and drive on parkways?



With so many people selling "Real Estate" how come we don't have Fake Estate Agents too? Or would they be False Estate Agents? I've been looking to buy some fake ground. I guess the fake estate agents are the people who sell ocean front "real estate" in Arizona and Nebraska.

SPIRITRANSELF

Spiritual transformation of the self, is the only attempt, presently, one can make towards happiness and peace within the present self called I, or Me. Only this transformation of this I-ness can make this Me-ness, experience Happi-ness.

This is the way I see it, as I (being understood in a conventional paradigm of metaphysics, “personhood” existing in modern space/time/cultural reality) understand this situation. You “the reader, audience, otherness, one or more wavicles” (reference to quantum physical realm, of the collective consciousness/unconsciousness) may see it otherwise and your perception, opinion, interpretation, feeing; is your reality.

Attempts at “outer transformation” are dangerous missions, that I’ve come to believe are not worth the risks to good people. Fears inside potential activists, fomenters of change, motivated do-gooders, true believers in peace, are merited fears. To not recognize that challenging powers that be is a huge risk, is a gross underestimation of the long tail in human unkind-ness that will squelch real threats to status quo/special interests entrenched.

If the God above, around us and within us, however it may manifest itself, through Christ’s return, a Buddhic awakening, a harmonic convergence, a unity of one human race; if this God, a true omniscient, omnipresent force wants to transform global humanity to peaceful harmony, it alone could be the only modus operandi to accomplish such an epic, global, visionary, presence. Human weakness, the lesser qualities of human nature and behavior, preclude the overcoming of such a formidable stone wall erected to stop human social evolution to a peaceful and harmonious sphere.

My greatest hope, and that of countless historic sages, priests, great Christians, noble Buddhists, shamans, mystics, humanists, healers, humanitarians, self-less beings, and other seekers of truth and love: is that the human species will evolve to a peaceful place of harmony and mutual respect and appreciation. Perhaps one day weaponry can be dismantled, distrust can become dissolved and a spiritual blossoming of humanity’s greatest potential may emerge. Is a lasting peace possible? Must a real or proverbial Armageddon occur before this could happen? It is a great hope, one doubted in my own mind and in the minds of many thinkers, social critics, curmudgeons and realists alike. Hope is all that’s left, and it’s damn hard to even be very hopeful. When I saw the Rev. Jesse Jackson speak in front of the US Capital when I was in college, his mantra was “keep hope alive”.

The present realities of factionalism, conflict, aggression, selfishness, greed and environmental degradation do not point in the direction of such a harmony coalescing. Religious friction abounds, economic competition for resources, cultural clashes between the West and Islam, specters of further nuclear proliferation, fear of bioterror and other insidious maladies of modern creation. The best minds have brought us wonderful technologies allowing life to be more efficient and comfortable yet have provided unprecedented destructive capabalilities. If only we could trust all the leaders of state in all countries. But we are aware of the dark side of possible horrific acts rooted in hatred. I am saddened by such things and truly hope a higher power is in charge and overseeing the peaceful evolution of humanity.

Why must God, the cosmic consciousness, energy-being, prime mover, allow the world to suffer, why must humanity suffer as it has and does? Is this some sort of cruel trick or random evolution/de-evolution? Fear of an existential absurd reality, of a lonely and isolated planet theory, do not calm the mind and offer hope to the heart.

The reality is that it is not possible at this point in human evolution/technology to transform humankind, society, civilization, or our collective consciousness/unconsciousness. Humanity is deeply rooted in sectarianism, separations both real and perpetuated, (religion, ethnicity, age, looks, social status, class, socioeconomic status, gender, and the myriad other differences that I do not have the time to list).

Brave souls like Jesus, Gandhi, MLK, The Buddha and others; who have attempted transformation of humanity; have been destroyed after pursuing their failed quests. Entering the political realm with dreams of social/political transformation is not the way to Win Friends and Influence People. It is surely a way of eliciting a response from threatened interest groups or persons. Likely a violent retribution for such transgression will result. There may be a reactionary desire of some powerful elites to attack and destroy such a person or movement.

Is this the never ending sad, repeated story of humankind, human unkind? So many, at least superficially, and many quite earnestly in belief, profess to be Christ like, yet the moment an historic figure translates such ideas into social/political reality, it is met with disgust, repression and destruction. The almighty dollar or status quo of some groups or person may be challenged.


Just try going around with an open mind about people, do not make assumptions, do not assume, suspend judgment, you may do so but you may quickly find you are the object of judgment. Living with an open mind is against the grain, so much and so many are of a conformist bent. Narrow (even fully closed) minds abound. Thinking for oneself is hard work, unsettling at times; it is not a security blanket for a docile follower who has relinquished control of their own mind to the prepackaged religious or otherwise static explanations of reality and the question of why we are here on Earth. Questioning is frowned upon.

However, without change, new inventions, new technologies, new ideas, we would still be lighting fires with sticks in caves thinking the world was flat. Bringing truth out seems to be such a radical idea, it has always been. People who try to change just about anything are met with resistance, are sometimes ridiculed and opposed. But as a great quote says, the truth is later accepted after it has been opposed and ridiculed, as being self-evident.

I reiterate, if the supreme being, God, the prime mover wants humanity to reach truth, justice, peace, or whatever advanced evolutionary state it conceives to be of worthy confluence, only it may bring this change about. I do not have faith in the power of man, or woman, individually or collectively to bring about such a transformation. Humans are, rather unfortunately: aggressive, selfish, conflict-prone, territorial, egotistical, greedy, sneaky, manipulative, sometimes destructive, short-sighted, fearful, emotionally and psychologically sickened and spiritually disinterested as a whole. The material world drives the mass consumption mentality.

Why should people worry or live as if concerned about future generations of humans when they are so caught up in the present indulgences of their desires; of material goods, status, pleasure and ego-gratification? We are fully operating on our planet as if future beings do not matter and that everything here is to be used up now for our pleasure and entertainment. Several previous advanced civilizations surely believed in “treading lightly on the Earth”. For both humanitarian and spiritually higher purposes.

Yet hope remains. As it has been said repeatedly, hope does spring eternal. In Viktor Frankl’s (Existential psychologist, writer, holocaust survivor, “Man’s Search for Meaning”) darkest moments imprisoned by the German Nazi’s, he found hope in the tiniest of objects and moments. These small things provided big meaning.

The definition of the verb hope (Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 10th edition, 2000) is 1. To cherish a desire with anticipation 2. To expect with confidence: trust. The noun is defined: 1. Expectation of fulfillment or success. Hopeful is an adjective defined as 1. Having qualities which inspire hope. 2. Full of hope: inclined to hope. I only hope, (no pun intended) that whichever God/prime mover/omniscient, benevolent being, creator, you or I may believe in, that this God has given humankind hope for a reason. (Ironically I am hopeful because of the very existence of hope in people, for it hopefully serves a meaningful purpose in our human evolution/spiritual development.)

Perhaps hope is a spiritual/psychological or socially learned survival tool given to us by God to prepare us for great things to come; both in our personal lives and in the greater world. Hope that brings depth, meaning, love and peace to our internal hearts. A possible unfolding of the global, human drama and its potential culmination in a grand realization of real love, peace, collaboration, sustainability, harmony and recognition of our common humanity. Love for all, peace for all.

I explore these ideas, reflect on the realities of my life and the world around me and I make a conscious choice to love my fellow human beings regardless of any projected separating characteristics. I choose to love, to help, to be of service to my fellow sentient beings. I can only control my own thoughts and actions. I may influence others but have no control nor do I want control.

I can choose to be compassionate. To forgive those who have trespassed against me and to hope that I am forgiven by those I have harmed in the past. I want to have peace and love in my heart. I choose to have love, compassion and peace in my heart and by doing so I may be able to transform the Me-ness, I-ness of this one life into a more peaceful, loving, joyous experience. In doing so, in a small way, I can add positive energy to this world, paying it forward to others.

I have hope in myself, despite my fears and questions. I choose to have hope in humanity. I have hope that God; the one force above all that all world religions reach towards, that all individuals pray to for guidance and ask for help, I have hope that this God will reveal him/herself/it one day and that great love, truth, compassion, peace and true joy will manifest in all human hearts.

On the eve of my soul's reconstruction : A Poem

center of gravity on my dysfunction

skyward trajectory of soul intention

my future, co-created invention

the pandoran box opened indigenous smoked blunt

I gaze, intent to a prophetic rising sun

onto a railway line headed for north

the best, mentioned intention put forth

fighting entropy i cling to the sound

one hand, is clapping it was edgy and profound

riding the moon circular path

rise to meet the summoned sage and her staff

a soul left to rise from amidst ash

Futurespeakeasy : A Poem

when the mystical
becomes the conventional
when the phenomenal
becomes the liturgical
when the mysterial
becomes the spectacle

all bets are off, the dog track is closed
the mission of the mind is not fruitioned
no longer envisioned

beyond reason history revisioned
pawns of futurespeak society reimprisoned

slaves to electronic interface
mimic gods of war waxing and waning

pure critique of vast reason
orwell exhumation the grand illusion

surveillance culture rooted in watching
the whole-conscious market monitors
the unconscious behavior of the nickelodianized
craft

Coldplay acoustic version "Viva la Vida"

I just love this song and found this acoustic version on the wonderful Youtube, hope you like it too. Enjoy.

Frustration : A Poem of sorts

the faxing of documents lost in the piles
the calls made to voicemails lost in the dustbin
unreturned messages unresponded to follow ups
it's frustrated incorporated playing in my mind
the soul asylum song speaks to me in this time of irritation

asking for managers to make it right
transferred to departments only to be sent back again
tired by voice prompts to speak to a human being
only to find your fax is once again lost in the shuffle
this is happening over and over for a month or so

trying to keep cool amidst the mounting frustration
the patience depleted the to-do lists piling up
why can't it just go smoothly like water off the back
why can't it just run like swiss clocks and be on time like german trains
what the hell is happening i feel reduced to second class inhuman being

frustration, i beg of you
release yourself from this nagging grip
allow me to return to a positive path of progress
let me go stop holding me back i can no longer accept you
this poem marks the end of my relationship with you, goodbye frustration

Peace

I love the above photo of Waging Peace. What a concept in a world so riddled with conflict and problems. Is it really that hard for people to just get along with each other? It would seem that peaceful coexistence of people, nations and cultures would be the way to go and we could all sleep better knowing peace and less conflict were on the horizon. If the world leaders could focus more on peace than on conflict we would be on the right path.

We share one planet and humans all have much more in common than we have differences. Our diversity should be respected and revered, there is beauty in diversity. Instead of building more weapons we should be building bridges of friendship and good will towards one another. We are all interdependent on each other, we need one another. We need to put the "humane" back into Humanity. I sent out good vibes of positive intentions of peace and I hope you can do the same. If we all change our thinking and focus on peace instead of competition and conflict we can build a better world. Peace to you and to all of our fellow human beings.

Failed Communication : A Poem

tried to say it once, no response
so I sent a note
warning: please respond within 10 days or else
your name will be removed from the mailing list

so what are you trying to say you don't even know your audience
just lost thoughts on a page

alienation from your fellows your words

try and say it right
right a grammatical wrong
right that wrong, I'm now writing wrong, see! wrong
sent it out move it along

mass communique, patterns of meaningless ink on a page
yesterday is history, tommorow a mystery so enjoy today
listen to what this answering machine message says

keep plugging away, just can't wait to get away
with this obtuse ridden textual play
say it scream it mean it intone it bemoan it
scream it IT

pattern form emotion commotion word play
jumping around in the hay
no metaphors just somthing to convey

there's no escaping having something to say
one cannot not communicate today
a failed communication day