Sunday, October 24, 2021

Saturday, October 23, 2021

The Original Sin

the sin of the tongue the sin of the slippery saliva when no one has anything better to talk about..... the stashing of soaking wet memories it's not slander as much as it feels like slashed tires only when it comes to thee as a certified envelope served up like hot porridge on a saturday mourning scould the soul that is how it feels when the wind howls no more the quiet may heal your wounded brain but the heart in all of it's coNfounded madness will never forget the pain of a stolen innocence after all is it not the original sin

Saturday, October 2, 2021

Monday, September 20, 2021

But I do not want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want the true risk, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want the sin. Sir Aldous Huxley

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Late Great Charlie Watts

Interesting thing about drummers, they are the heartbeat of a good group- they sit behind the frontline, somewhat bashful, quiet spoken... and yet is fully present; in the way they play? They are a completely different animal then the rest of the band, a very neccessary one indeed. For one of the oldest touring rockbands- a true bummer to have lost such a great musician, a great person.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

note to self

“The quicker you are in attaching verbal or mental labels to things, people, or situations, the more shallow and lifeless your reality becomes, and the more deadened you become to reality.” ~ Eckhart Tolle but what about the fate of our friend.... i guess in the real time frame of life - nothing really matters- cause death awaits all of us. how shallow an human it is to be sad.....