Monday, September 28, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Wayne's World - The Day of The Modern Irrepressible
"We are at once the same - and Worlds apart "
As an Artist, that artform being written. I am at times at the mercy of the audience at large. The audience believes that the material is actually produced for them. In fact they are right. If they understand that the true audience is really an audience of One. If that is understood that the audience is actually the Creator and the Artist at play. Then those that peek in at a glance must throw away thier ego and emerse themselves into the One's of it all. The World of Wayne and his choice of colors. His atmosphere.
Mercury's retrograde period is waning in this Month of Earthly Balance. So I will take time to try to compress Forty years of my thinking into hopefully something coherent for those not in the dance of the Soloist.
First I must mention that which I draw inspiration, " The Secret Language of Birthdays ". It's a big book you can get it at Barnes & Nobles for about $40. Eeek, $40 some of you bawk. Well that just goes to show you that you are not an Astologist. I am so I gladly bought the book.
The title is the day of my birthday, May 14th. The mediation for the day reads, "study the Past,live the Present,prepare for the Future". As a precient I have to be continously mindful of these things. I tend to be slightly out of phase with the times and not always in step with the cultural mind space. Thus my having to Divine the portent of my content for those less inclined to do so. That's ok at this age believe me it's Not the first time that I've had to Explain myself. It's tiring but not unique. In fact it's rather rote.
Today the 26th of September is the Day of Patient Practice. How ironic. But even moreso is the meditation, "Our revered teachers can bite, too". When I first read the meditation it was lost on me. Yet as I write this blog it becomes fully clear. Basicallly it says,"Wayne don't bite thier heads off if They don't understand you. All things take time." So in taking heed from the God Thoth that guide my thumbs across the screen of this iPod that I'm typing on. I will be patient with my audience at large. I won't tuck my head in the shell.
I was watching "The Soloist", starring Jamie Foxx and Ironman. Question: When did white boys start to look sexy? Downey the grey was attractive, papa. Anywho... The moral of that story was there's an unspoken gift within the dignity of loyalty in friendship. True Friendship is Eternal. Amen... because a moment can last a lifetime, amen.
I am a Slave to Ritual. As a Taurus I love routine. It speaks of order. A routine is a pace. And a pace like a space or a blog has a rythm. It can not be disrupted. Yet it often is and one must now where he's tuned into to get that rythm back. That rythm is your own time and space. There's nothing better than your stuff.
So when I blog , you are now sharing that moment. What were you doing at 1:02 in the morning of the 27th of
September 2009, The Day of The Ambiguous Hero. I was writing. Dreaming,scheming,plotting and working towards my Castle in the Sky. Trible : The aryan boy took the elevator to the roof of his building. And walked out to the forest of Native America when Mahattan was Young, The Year 2169. The Generation of the Pheonix. ( something I'm working on).
Oh by the way if you haven't been aquaited with this man, GianCarlo Zema http://www.giancarlozema.com/. Then I suggest that you do become aquainted with him. He and I will be Chums.
My freestyle my throw you, A Navajo blanket traditionally contains an imperfection. But just like a Madea you'll grow to love it, as much as I do. Afterall babe I've got Moxie. That's a particular type of flavor. A bit esoteric.
Now I'm at an impasse... Should I say more ? ... Or have I addressed the overall tone...?
Thursday, September 24, 2009
In Honor to Mercury's Retroperiod - The Time is July 9th, 1954
It is the Year of the Wood Horse and my building maintenance man Bobby was born. Now I don't know where or when. He's a very dark skinned black man. Seemingly from the South, perhaps Alabama or around there parts. He's not very educated, but he's a good man. Very helpful. A grateful soul.
I don't associate much with the people in the building that is my residence. I'm a writer, I'm reclusive by nature. A Gen-X trait. I am so sorry that a Woodstock Event did not happen. My apology. But looking at Juy 9th it is the Day of Wonder. Wonder Wayne. The meditation of the day is," The phrase 'I don't know' is important in any language." Bobby has the perpetual look of I don't know on his face. Yet he's always at the ready to smile. I believe he is happy. Astonishing for a man that doesn't know.
As I'm entering into the Waning years of this full moon. I think of the hermit of Death. The 9 card of the Major Arcana is the Hermit, who walks carrying a lantern and a stick; he represents meditation, isolation and silence. The card signifies crystallized wisdow and ultimate discipline. The Hermit is a taskmaster who uses conscience to keep others on thier path. The positive side of this card is the stick-to-it-iveness, purpose, profundity and concentration; negative meanings include dogmatism, intolerance, mistrust and discouragement. I think about Death.
Watching Grey's Anatomy tonight, George died they laughed. They laughed at Death. I suppose that's a good way of thinking about it. Stop think without emotion. Germany Jews, those bitches were put in the oven. The match was lit , the gas ignited and Hitler sang " Disco Inferno" with Tina's wig on. That's Flip Wilson funny. That's the Black guy threatening to send the Hispanic back to Mexico. After he gets exltrocuted his black babys mama with three says, " and he's from Columbia , Mexico has spoken. Madea. They buried the body in a deep hole in the basement. Then reached out to his family. Like a killer should.
Like even my brother knowing that his brother is a good Witch and would curse his killer justly. His sales pitch, "Just do it once and get it over with." then the curse to return to the Earth begins. Hell !!! = Hades.
Hades where Pluto took Persphone, through the spot on paradise Island where Wonder Woman Lives my Bride. Mother Earth. Wonder Wayne. That's the ride to Hell at Six Flags. If Woodstock occured this year I would have proposed to her at Woodstock 2009, The Apis Year of the Ox. The Year Africa-America told the UN. " Look Mutha fuckers, I can't be Peace Keeper by my Fuckin Self , ya'll got to help. Iran stop with the building of missiles, believe me , we'll get you before you get us. And Isreal that goes fo your asses to draggin yo' shit to your borders. They must have killed the Shaman before they sold Manhattan. Don't worry they fucked the Africans to. And Poor Jamal has to worry about life by himself.
Peace be Still, my Niggers !!!
We'll figure this shit out!
One day at a time, Peace be still.
Never succumb to hate, wait, wait, wait. Peace be still.
There's a Ryme there's a reason, every dog has it's season. Wait, peace be stil.
Love is the order of the day, don't frown , be Gay !
Peace be still!
That's the mantra riders keep in thier mind when they ride " Wonder Wayne ". The Nemesis of Wonder Woman. Her Husband. And the dark Earth electro magnetic love they make. She must be evil, to satsify his Lust. Dark Humor, it's an esoteric blend. They fight then they fuck. Alot like Nations.
Wonder Woman enters Feroz's chambers with out a word. Always on the perimeter. He notices, but he's busy. She finds a Big Arab Pillow by the window over looking the lake , Sitting on lake Erie in a smaller lakeside community outer than the great one in lake Superior, A tribute to it's designer Gian Carlo Zema. Master Jellyfish Designer. A gift to his beloved. Diana. As well as her throne adjacent to Mt. Ararat, His. She sits on the pillow opens her scroll. And places her pipe "Cancer" on the low crystal table next to her.
"what are you smoking?" he asked
" A chamomil blend " she says.
" Really" he says skeptically raising his eye brow .
She doesn't respond she simply unrolls her scroll and begins to read " the soul jellyfish".
After a while she lights the pipe. The odour intrigues him. Moving him to draw to her space. She hesitates as if not understanding why he's come over. Playfully she asks without saying "what?!"
He quizically looks back. "Here" she doesn't say.
"what do you think" he doesn't respond.
"okay you know I can't read your mind " she jokes. And moves
over.
She looks at her emerald engagement ring, given to her August 14, 2009. On thier way to Woodstock 2009, in her Invisable Plane. Arabic Design. A gift from him. MagiK . Manifestation.
" Erect the Soul of Jihad -The Soul Pole , the sole purpose of peace. Is Peace itself. That's the struggle.
For Even War, Must Rest In Peace
I don't associate much with the people in the building that is my residence. I'm a writer, I'm reclusive by nature. A Gen-X trait. I am so sorry that a Woodstock Event did not happen. My apology. But looking at Juy 9th it is the Day of Wonder. Wonder Wayne. The meditation of the day is," The phrase 'I don't know' is important in any language." Bobby has the perpetual look of I don't know on his face. Yet he's always at the ready to smile. I believe he is happy. Astonishing for a man that doesn't know.
As I'm entering into the Waning years of this full moon. I think of the hermit of Death. The 9 card of the Major Arcana is the Hermit, who walks carrying a lantern and a stick; he represents meditation, isolation and silence. The card signifies crystallized wisdow and ultimate discipline. The Hermit is a taskmaster who uses conscience to keep others on thier path. The positive side of this card is the stick-to-it-iveness, purpose, profundity and concentration; negative meanings include dogmatism, intolerance, mistrust and discouragement. I think about Death.
Watching Grey's Anatomy tonight, George died they laughed. They laughed at Death. I suppose that's a good way of thinking about it. Stop think without emotion. Germany Jews, those bitches were put in the oven. The match was lit , the gas ignited and Hitler sang " Disco Inferno" with Tina's wig on. That's Flip Wilson funny. That's the Black guy threatening to send the Hispanic back to Mexico. After he gets exltrocuted his black babys mama with three says, " and he's from Columbia , Mexico has spoken. Madea. They buried the body in a deep hole in the basement. Then reached out to his family. Like a killer should.
Like even my brother knowing that his brother is a good Witch and would curse his killer justly. His sales pitch, "Just do it once and get it over with." then the curse to return to the Earth begins. Hell !!! = Hades.
Hades where Pluto took Persphone, through the spot on paradise Island where Wonder Woman Lives my Bride. Mother Earth. Wonder Wayne. That's the ride to Hell at Six Flags. If Woodstock occured this year I would have proposed to her at Woodstock 2009, The Apis Year of the Ox. The Year Africa-America told the UN. " Look Mutha fuckers, I can't be Peace Keeper by my Fuckin Self , ya'll got to help. Iran stop with the building of missiles, believe me , we'll get you before you get us. And Isreal that goes fo your asses to draggin yo' shit to your borders. They must have killed the Shaman before they sold Manhattan. Don't worry they fucked the Africans to. And Poor Jamal has to worry about life by himself.
Peace be Still, my Niggers !!!
We'll figure this shit out!
One day at a time, Peace be still.
Never succumb to hate, wait, wait, wait. Peace be still.
There's a Ryme there's a reason, every dog has it's season. Wait, peace be stil.
Love is the order of the day, don't frown , be Gay !
Peace be still!
That's the mantra riders keep in thier mind when they ride " Wonder Wayne ". The Nemesis of Wonder Woman. Her Husband. And the dark Earth electro magnetic love they make. She must be evil, to satsify his Lust. Dark Humor, it's an esoteric blend. They fight then they fuck. Alot like Nations.
Wonder Woman enters Feroz's chambers with out a word. Always on the perimeter. He notices, but he's busy. She finds a Big Arab Pillow by the window over looking the lake , Sitting on lake Erie in a smaller lakeside community outer than the great one in lake Superior, A tribute to it's designer Gian Carlo Zema. Master Jellyfish Designer. A gift to his beloved. Diana. As well as her throne adjacent to Mt. Ararat, His. She sits on the pillow opens her scroll. And places her pipe "Cancer" on the low crystal table next to her.
"what are you smoking?" he asked
" A chamomil blend " she says.
" Really" he says skeptically raising his eye brow .
She doesn't respond she simply unrolls her scroll and begins to read " the soul jellyfish".
After a while she lights the pipe. The odour intrigues him. Moving him to draw to her space. She hesitates as if not understanding why he's come over. Playfully she asks without saying "what?!"
He quizically looks back. "Here" she doesn't say.
"what do you think" he doesn't respond.
"okay you know I can't read your mind " she jokes. And moves
over.
She looks at her emerald engagement ring, given to her August 14, 2009. On thier way to Woodstock 2009, in her Invisable Plane. Arabic Design. A gift from him. MagiK . Manifestation.
" Erect the Soul of Jihad -The Soul Pole , the sole purpose of peace. Is Peace itself. That's the struggle.
For Even War, Must Rest In Peace
Monday, September 21, 2009
To Santo Antonio, from Saint Christoper
Cumpleanos Feliz. Happy Fortieth Birthday my departed Brother, Anthony Mahon. Today is my brother Anthony's 40th Birthday. Or would have had he been alive. He was the first of the quadruplets of '69 to fall. Like the Towers. At only 18. Virgo September 21st.
Today is The Day of Current Taste. Umm... The meditation for today is,"Beauty is not always something you must search for". I've come to find that beauty in having Brothers. Tomorrow my brother Keith turns Forty then in December my brother " Barack " , Rigoberto joins us. It should have been the four Kings are forty, but our ranks have a M.I.A. we pour libations in his memory. The memory of the fallen. San Anselmo another fallen comrade stolen from this Time and Space.
21, (2+1=3) , 3 is the number those born on this day are ruled by Jupiter. The planet of faith. My brothers birth card and my second karma cards are both the same, the Three of Clubs. The three of clubs is the card governing mental creativity, accompanied by worrying. It is also known as the Writer's card. Point of fact I emailed my transcript of " The Rooster Cries..." today, on my brother's birthday. No it wasn't planned. That's how we honor the dead thru achievement and contribution. These are the words that I Saint Christopher pass on to You.
"Leave the Earth richer by your passing"
Today is the beginning of The U.N. Assembly, I hope our leaders keep in mind the Divine US. Amen.
Today is The Day of Current Taste. Umm... The meditation for today is,"Beauty is not always something you must search for". I've come to find that beauty in having Brothers. Tomorrow my brother Keith turns Forty then in December my brother " Barack " , Rigoberto joins us. It should have been the four Kings are forty, but our ranks have a M.I.A. we pour libations in his memory. The memory of the fallen. San Anselmo another fallen comrade stolen from this Time and Space.
21, (2+1=3) , 3 is the number those born on this day are ruled by Jupiter. The planet of faith. My brothers birth card and my second karma cards are both the same, the Three of Clubs. The three of clubs is the card governing mental creativity, accompanied by worrying. It is also known as the Writer's card. Point of fact I emailed my transcript of " The Rooster Cries..." today, on my brother's birthday. No it wasn't planned. That's how we honor the dead thru achievement and contribution. These are the words that I Saint Christopher pass on to You.
"Leave the Earth richer by your passing"
Today is the beginning of The U.N. Assembly, I hope our leaders keep in mind the Divine US. Amen.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Divine US
Hello Divine US , today is the Day of Perseverance, Mercury is in Retrograde which means a time to refelect. Stop and think. Remember: The hand is the map - the heart is the guide. Amen
This was the text that I sent out to family and friends today. A reminder. A ritual. A routine. A reminder of why I'm seeking to become an astrologer in practice as well as name. Staying in flow with the tide of the Universe. Today I felt the undertow. It was unsettling pleasant. It began by me going to Tekserv to get the info off of my now defunct apple. I needed the info so I could send off my draft of my book,"The Rooster Cries: Generation X". I had to make a sacrifice but it was worth it.
As a reward for my diligence I went out to a gathering of artist at a resturant literally next door. I promoted my book and Fabutron. It started shaky but I found my niche. The night ended watching the Mentalist on ABC. I'm not making strides in my business concerning money, but something much more valuable I'm building Faith. Faith in myself, faith in my business, faith towards an avenue of success. OMG!
As a Taurus I'm not very big about putting myself out there. I guess rejection is a reality that must be faced. This position of being CEO of Fabutron is really taking me out of my element. It's making me perform on the real world stage. As opposed to the security of a stage in a theatre. Thank God for being lost in the moment. I'm excited about what the future may hold now that I seem to be sitting in the copilots chair. It's scary but there's two of on the controls and if all else fails there's always autopilot. Life is Fun. Again.
September 18th New Moon
This New Moon in Virgo is extremely powerful, especially in the context of the Mercury retrograde period. This is because the New Moon conjuncts Saturn almost exactly, while Saturn is still in close contact with Uranus by means of their nearly exact opposition, bringing in the antithetical archetypes into contrast of conservatism versus freedom from prior conditioning. One idea (Saturn) is simply to stay the course and work within the existing paradigm, while the other (Uranus) is to move forward bravely into the unknown. Neptune in a similar degree of Aquarius is also in the picture, softening and idealizing the impact. Nonetheless, the contrast between these powerful archetypes is stark and uncompromising, so that integration is the challenge. Somehow the middle way must be found.
This was the text that I sent out to family and friends today. A reminder. A ritual. A routine. A reminder of why I'm seeking to become an astrologer in practice as well as name. Staying in flow with the tide of the Universe. Today I felt the undertow. It was unsettling pleasant. It began by me going to Tekserv to get the info off of my now defunct apple. I needed the info so I could send off my draft of my book,"The Rooster Cries: Generation X". I had to make a sacrifice but it was worth it.
As a reward for my diligence I went out to a gathering of artist at a resturant literally next door. I promoted my book and Fabutron. It started shaky but I found my niche. The night ended watching the Mentalist on ABC. I'm not making strides in my business concerning money, but something much more valuable I'm building Faith. Faith in myself, faith in my business, faith towards an avenue of success. OMG!
As a Taurus I'm not very big about putting myself out there. I guess rejection is a reality that must be faced. This position of being CEO of Fabutron is really taking me out of my element. It's making me perform on the real world stage. As opposed to the security of a stage in a theatre. Thank God for being lost in the moment. I'm excited about what the future may hold now that I seem to be sitting in the copilots chair. It's scary but there's two of on the controls and if all else fails there's always autopilot. Life is Fun. Again.
September 18th New Moon
This New Moon in Virgo is extremely powerful, especially in the context of the Mercury retrograde period. This is because the New Moon conjuncts Saturn almost exactly, while Saturn is still in close contact with Uranus by means of their nearly exact opposition, bringing in the antithetical archetypes into contrast of conservatism versus freedom from prior conditioning. One idea (Saturn) is simply to stay the course and work within the existing paradigm, while the other (Uranus) is to move forward bravely into the unknown. Neptune in a similar degree of Aquarius is also in the picture, softening and idealizing the impact. Nonetheless, the contrast between these powerful archetypes is stark and uncompromising, so that integration is the challenge. Somehow the middle way must be found.
Friday, September 11, 2009
September 11, 2009 , The 8th Anniversary of the fall of the Twins
I quietly lament over the passing of the symbol of my Generation X, the Twin Towers. Like the twins I too am dead, H.I.V. medication just buys me extra time. So I tend to look upon the world now with a sort of detached reverence. I remember that " Time is the Fire in which we Burn ". That change is a part of time, change is the only consant in life. That by embracing change you are in tune with the pulse of eternity. God is eternal. Amen.
Maybe it's the city that I live in. Maybe it's because I simply think too much. However I feel at times that God is for the old. Perhaps because the old are more in touch with the notion of time than the young are. Perhaps it's because I now understand how secular the world is. How easily swayed by fads and propaganda. How rife the flock is amoungst the wolves. How few shepards there are to guard and lead them.
Rome is the mob. NYC is the mob. Keep the mob sedated is the prevailing political notion. God speaks to me though and says enlighten them. All is not lost. The mob is not lost, just turned this way and that within the maze of twisted notions. WWW should really stand for the world wild web for the confusion, but the technology is still young only forty years old. This being the information age ties right in with the new Aquarian Age and the concept of thinking. It's a call to elevate our collective conscious. Universal Consciousness the mission of Fabutron. My mission. I guess I am a leader, I wonder if it's by default. No accolades.
Twin Towers, I miss my youth. What I really mean is youths ignorance, it is bliss afterall. I'm still plenty young enough. Still vigorous, the fire of youth still burns at Forty. The fire though is used to forge. Forging a new business, forging new minds, forging new spirits, forging renewed faith. It's fatefull that this day the Eleventh is called the "Day of Dramatic Choice". How coincidental could it be that this atrocity was done on such a day with such a title. Divine portent. Divine action. Guardians Of Divinities Soul (GODS). That's how!! The days meditation basically says (L.M.A.O.) " laugh 'til it hurts- cry 'til you laugh".
We as a species stand on the precipice of the abyss of hope. The only way to cross the chasm is to be as light as a feather. To know the Art of Peace. Rest in Peace. God rests in Reason. God moves in Passion. Rest in Peace.
Maybe it's the city that I live in. Maybe it's because I simply think too much. However I feel at times that God is for the old. Perhaps because the old are more in touch with the notion of time than the young are. Perhaps it's because I now understand how secular the world is. How easily swayed by fads and propaganda. How rife the flock is amoungst the wolves. How few shepards there are to guard and lead them.
Rome is the mob. NYC is the mob. Keep the mob sedated is the prevailing political notion. God speaks to me though and says enlighten them. All is not lost. The mob is not lost, just turned this way and that within the maze of twisted notions. WWW should really stand for the world wild web for the confusion, but the technology is still young only forty years old. This being the information age ties right in with the new Aquarian Age and the concept of thinking. It's a call to elevate our collective conscious. Universal Consciousness the mission of Fabutron. My mission. I guess I am a leader, I wonder if it's by default. No accolades.
Twin Towers, I miss my youth. What I really mean is youths ignorance, it is bliss afterall. I'm still plenty young enough. Still vigorous, the fire of youth still burns at Forty. The fire though is used to forge. Forging a new business, forging new minds, forging new spirits, forging renewed faith. It's fatefull that this day the Eleventh is called the "Day of Dramatic Choice". How coincidental could it be that this atrocity was done on such a day with such a title. Divine portent. Divine action. Guardians Of Divinities Soul (GODS). That's how!! The days meditation basically says (L.M.A.O.) " laugh 'til it hurts- cry 'til you laugh".
We as a species stand on the precipice of the abyss of hope. The only way to cross the chasm is to be as light as a feather. To know the Art of Peace. Rest in Peace. God rests in Reason. God moves in Passion. Rest in Peace.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Panamanian Blood, American Heart the fruits of our Labor Day = $7 Obama Bucks $7 Lucky 7
The meditation of the day is " Everything happens Twice" sometimes thrice or more. I went out peddling my wares, my book , my business. I expected nothing but I got everything. I noticed that people in NYC walk with an air of disregard. Very feline in mannerisms. They'll see you and pretend that you're not there. Sometimes to thier own detriment. I suppose it's that need for solitude within a city that's so invasive. If it weren't for cell phones there wouldn't be much laughter in the streets. We should be happy as a people, and here's why.
A mere one hundred fifty years ago, we were still in the dark ages. There was no electricity for lights, let alone a plasma T.V. There were no toilets. So all of you mocha frappichino people would have to hold it for the great outdoors. The Mustang was really the mustang. The only stock Ford had was the wheel. All you black people were still slaves and all you white people given some good nutrition
to lengthen the bone was still barely one step up from poor white trash.
In the carribean Calypso was more than a dance it was "Satan 'im self". In the desert regions life was more parched then, than Dubai is now. The people from India were really just " The king and I". Feudal times in the Orient , War and Peace in Sybria. The anarchy of the world was halting. Pisces was beginning it's ascension thru the dark murky ages to break the still waters and emerge into the ether above. The Aquarian age.
From water (Pisces) feeling to air (Aquarius) thinking. Maturing on the face of Gaea. The world has gotten better, noticably. We are maturing as a species. There may be hope for us yet. Look around great efforts have been made to assure you some comfort. Look around is your food pleasing to the palette, señor.
Look around we once proud citizens of this here United States of America. Exiting the age of Pisces united, walking into Aquarius divided. Look around, thier are friends amoung you. Look around. The are neighbors that share your plight. There are many in the fight, look around. This applies to You, Dawg. Yes even the sun shines on yo' ass. So, look around.
Remember the Sixties, spread the Love. Namyo-Horeng-neyko. Pass the dutchie. As an artist I love the creative process. To get the vision in the mind to match the one in the brain. It takes time, patience, reflection. Water vs. Air a jihad of reflection. Mercury is in retrograde now. A time of reflection. Serendipitous transformations are occuring within.
Personally I'm sad to see some things go. Like the days of free t.v. Screw the cable guys I only watch from channels 2 - 11. 13 was mostly for Sesame Street. I miss the days of Sesame Street, tell Big Bird hi for me. See mom we missed Big Bird. I miss the World Trade Centers. But we Americans needed to check our galls for hubris.
I miss my Grandmothers and my two brothers gone from this earth. Vaya con Dios. On this day I even miss me. For I am changing, growing stronger everday in the peace that is Heaven sent. Grateful for the Rainbow after the Thunderstorm.
Very grateful to be Gay in America the spirit of '69. Life isn't black or white. Let the Earthsong play the chords upon the heart and walk light of foot. For we walk upon hallowed ground. The Divine ground of the divine Earth for the Divine Us. Species 69 , Terran. We are the lightening Gods we may live for only a moment but that moment strikes upon your heart forever. Back to the clouds we go. Some times the lightening does strike twice.
A mere one hundred fifty years ago, we were still in the dark ages. There was no electricity for lights, let alone a plasma T.V. There were no toilets. So all of you mocha frappichino people would have to hold it for the great outdoors. The Mustang was really the mustang. The only stock Ford had was the wheel. All you black people were still slaves and all you white people given some good nutrition
to lengthen the bone was still barely one step up from poor white trash.
In the carribean Calypso was more than a dance it was "Satan 'im self". In the desert regions life was more parched then, than Dubai is now. The people from India were really just " The king and I". Feudal times in the Orient , War and Peace in Sybria. The anarchy of the world was halting. Pisces was beginning it's ascension thru the dark murky ages to break the still waters and emerge into the ether above. The Aquarian age.
From water (Pisces) feeling to air (Aquarius) thinking. Maturing on the face of Gaea. The world has gotten better, noticably. We are maturing as a species. There may be hope for us yet. Look around great efforts have been made to assure you some comfort. Look around is your food pleasing to the palette, señor.
Look around we once proud citizens of this here United States of America. Exiting the age of Pisces united, walking into Aquarius divided. Look around, thier are friends amoung you. Look around. The are neighbors that share your plight. There are many in the fight, look around. This applies to You, Dawg. Yes even the sun shines on yo' ass. So, look around.
Remember the Sixties, spread the Love. Namyo-Horeng-neyko. Pass the dutchie. As an artist I love the creative process. To get the vision in the mind to match the one in the brain. It takes time, patience, reflection. Water vs. Air a jihad of reflection. Mercury is in retrograde now. A time of reflection. Serendipitous transformations are occuring within.
Personally I'm sad to see some things go. Like the days of free t.v. Screw the cable guys I only watch from channels 2 - 11. 13 was mostly for Sesame Street. I miss the days of Sesame Street, tell Big Bird hi for me. See mom we missed Big Bird. I miss the World Trade Centers. But we Americans needed to check our galls for hubris.
I miss my Grandmothers and my two brothers gone from this earth. Vaya con Dios. On this day I even miss me. For I am changing, growing stronger everday in the peace that is Heaven sent. Grateful for the Rainbow after the Thunderstorm.
Very grateful to be Gay in America the spirit of '69. Life isn't black or white. Let the Earthsong play the chords upon the heart and walk light of foot. For we walk upon hallowed ground. The Divine ground of the divine Earth for the Divine Us. Species 69 , Terran. We are the lightening Gods we may live for only a moment but that moment strikes upon your heart forever. Back to the clouds we go. Some times the lightening does strike twice.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
To my Big Sister Missy , Happy Birthday
On this day of unpredictable fate my sister Michelle was born some 46 years ago. As I'm meditating on the thought of "Thinking and Speaking are powerful predictive actions". A motto that I have to take to heart tomorrow Labor Day '09. Introducing the Obama Buck, which is an investment idea to attract supportors, investors of Fabutron. Which brings to mind Alexia Vanek... but I am diverging. So in building this business of Fabutron and working at Regal with my big sister Michelle. I'm appreciating my Virgo sisters efficiency again. It inspires the meticulous side of Taurus, spurring me to take the leap of faith to set up a table tomorrow and Push my book.
I have to admit of being very people shy. I don't like being on public radar. But I do like to be myself, truthful, honest, playful, wicked in repartee, and daring. But my nature is one of Temperance, peaceful. It's that sense of peace that I get being around sister. I hate working at that movie theatre on Court Street. Mostly because it is in doors. I secretly go out on the roof sometimes just to "breathe". The majority of the staff there are young. Makes me feel old sometimes, but thankfully wiser. Although there are a few Gay youth there, I am loath to being outed. It's really not important. What's important is that my sister is there to have my back. So I can slck at times and not have to worry.
I don't like working for other people. I adhere to a different clock. Where the time doesn't tick steady. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it pauses, it races at times and one day it'll stop. But it's never steady. It's becoming a bit less erratic these days , where it seems to have a measured stroke but the blasted job keeps interferring. Except for today when mercury retrograded. I remembered that when I was falling asleep. Today I was rewarded with a day off, unexpected. Thank you FATHER ! Amen.
Thinking and Speaking are powerfully predictive actions indeed. There are no coincidents. I'm relaxing toting my Cancer and writing, doing what I love to do. My job in life is to Make A Piont. Literally and Figuretively. In between I just happen to put words, to break up the monotony of just ........ See. Point made !
That's the girl in me. My sister Michelle. Efficient, self-involved, repressed, overstressed energetic advanced perfectionist that I am. It's fucking exhausting. That feminine energy can wear a man out. Do you know how hungry I am at this moment and have wait until I finish writing before I can cook something. My mamas not here there's no one to serve me. My wife isn't even here. There's nothing prepared in the Frig. Fuck it i'll survive on the cannabis, my pen and my dream. Creation requires sacrifice. God here lies another starving Artist, prepare the feast I'm coming home. Amen.
My sister still looks like she should be carded at 46. I see I'm going to have to keep my bill to Ms. Oil of O'Lay current if a girl wants to keep up with ol sis. Oh fuck it I'll just smoke the cannabis. Dreaming of Gian Carlo Zemas Jellyfish 45 in the waters of Detriot. Forming a new Canadian American effort. A city in the lake that borders the two countries. Making the largest ice skating ring. Take speed skating to a new level I think. Stunts!!
Bring a little of The Med into our own backyard. Possibly with a nuclear facility far below ground. Energy we in the west are now collectively smart enough to uderstand responsibly. It's sound and proven technology that you can learn at DeVry. We need solutions , wouldn't be something to take the elevator to you building up to the roof and step out onto a new Earth. Teeming with life. Wild horses , wild buffalos, Eagles and Falcons soaring strong through the skies. Deer as large as Cadilacs. Back to the times of the Druids. Trees , Trees larger than the Twins, Treez Joyce.
Bond metal with wood and create trees larger than life. She touches the sappling and a sequoia is birthed. Perhaps then is when Angels will be born.
I have to admit of being very people shy. I don't like being on public radar. But I do like to be myself, truthful, honest, playful, wicked in repartee, and daring. But my nature is one of Temperance, peaceful. It's that sense of peace that I get being around sister. I hate working at that movie theatre on Court Street. Mostly because it is in doors. I secretly go out on the roof sometimes just to "breathe". The majority of the staff there are young. Makes me feel old sometimes, but thankfully wiser. Although there are a few Gay youth there, I am loath to being outed. It's really not important. What's important is that my sister is there to have my back. So I can slck at times and not have to worry.
I don't like working for other people. I adhere to a different clock. Where the time doesn't tick steady. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it pauses, it races at times and one day it'll stop. But it's never steady. It's becoming a bit less erratic these days , where it seems to have a measured stroke but the blasted job keeps interferring. Except for today when mercury retrograded. I remembered that when I was falling asleep. Today I was rewarded with a day off, unexpected. Thank you FATHER ! Amen.
Thinking and Speaking are powerfully predictive actions indeed. There are no coincidents. I'm relaxing toting my Cancer and writing, doing what I love to do. My job in life is to Make A Piont. Literally and Figuretively. In between I just happen to put words, to break up the monotony of just ........ See. Point made !
That's the girl in me. My sister Michelle. Efficient, self-involved, repressed, overstressed energetic advanced perfectionist that I am. It's fucking exhausting. That feminine energy can wear a man out. Do you know how hungry I am at this moment and have wait until I finish writing before I can cook something. My mamas not here there's no one to serve me. My wife isn't even here. There's nothing prepared in the Frig. Fuck it i'll survive on the cannabis, my pen and my dream. Creation requires sacrifice. God here lies another starving Artist, prepare the feast I'm coming home. Amen.
My sister still looks like she should be carded at 46. I see I'm going to have to keep my bill to Ms. Oil of O'Lay current if a girl wants to keep up with ol sis. Oh fuck it I'll just smoke the cannabis. Dreaming of Gian Carlo Zemas Jellyfish 45 in the waters of Detriot. Forming a new Canadian American effort. A city in the lake that borders the two countries. Making the largest ice skating ring. Take speed skating to a new level I think. Stunts!!
Bring a little of The Med into our own backyard. Possibly with a nuclear facility far below ground. Energy we in the west are now collectively smart enough to uderstand responsibly. It's sound and proven technology that you can learn at DeVry. We need solutions , wouldn't be something to take the elevator to you building up to the roof and step out onto a new Earth. Teeming with life. Wild horses , wild buffalos, Eagles and Falcons soaring strong through the skies. Deer as large as Cadilacs. Back to the times of the Druids. Trees , Trees larger than the Twins, Treez Joyce.
Bond metal with wood and create trees larger than life. She touches the sappling and a sequoia is birthed. Perhaps then is when Angels will be born.
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