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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Sounds like someone I know
Read this at a yahoo group I belong to. The discussion was based on the crowd at a certain musician (and band) that those in the group enjoy.
"I went to an Allman Bros. Band concert, and the crowd was like 75-80 percent guys, alone, head banging to the music. Big Head Todd was another one. DMB, Skynyrd definitely. Guy groupies, just loners, in jeans and t-shirts - but loners who fell off the society wagon, totally fixated in a zen guitar moment. It was sort of creepy."
Mmmm...alone, in jeans and t-shirt, fell of the society wagon, and last but not least fixated in that zen moment. I don't feel creepy but I hope this is not how people look at me. It just never ends and there is just no winning so I look forward to my next zen moment. What things have come to...
"I went to an Allman Bros. Band concert, and the crowd was like 75-80 percent guys, alone, head banging to the music. Big Head Todd was another one. DMB, Skynyrd definitely. Guy groupies, just loners, in jeans and t-shirts - but loners who fell off the society wagon, totally fixated in a zen guitar moment. It was sort of creepy."
Mmmm...alone, in jeans and t-shirt, fell of the society wagon, and last but not least fixated in that zen moment. I don't feel creepy but I hope this is not how people look at me. It just never ends and there is just no winning so I look forward to my next zen moment. What things have come to...
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The remote control's on Mars
The music is a drug...off to bed.
Me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars
staring into the fire before TV, the remote-control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind
in a flood of the country we lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly of the Northern Bee
and collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were sherpa-high,
we conspired against old friends
we said we must be friends or die
and we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long, at length of the fight or flee
and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke off-handedly of the new extremes
and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
We're at the point where we love or hate it
we can write it down and obliterate it
when we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
we can lay down and obliterate it
Me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars
staring into the fire before TV, the remote-control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind
in a flood of the country we lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly of the Northern Bee
and collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were sherpa-high,
we conspired against old friends
we said we must be friends or die
and we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long, at length of the fight or flee
and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke off-handedly of the new extremes
and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
We're at the point where we love or hate it
we can write it down and obliterate it
when we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
we can lay down and obliterate it
Walking the dog....
Another evening another long walk. Noticed there are many people out walking their dogs. I have been laying everything out in percentages of late so why buck the trend. Safe to say approximately 90% of those creatures appear to be unhappy and actually walking the human. Witnessed a lot of resistance today and cannot say I blame the dogs one bit. Makes me think...
Further reflection brings the thought am I being walked or doing the walking? Think about yourself. Whatever the case is there resistance?
Nothing like a walk on a beautiful early spring evening. Oh...if you are doing the walking loosen the leash.
Further reflection brings the thought am I being walked or doing the walking? Think about yourself. Whatever the case is there resistance?
Nothing like a walk on a beautiful early spring evening. Oh...if you are doing the walking loosen the leash.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Searching
Why is the mundane so disturbing of late? The desire to find a way out of the work week routine. Where are the deep waves of anger coming from? Stealing Kitty states that seducing anger is an art form. I may try to do that and see where it all leads.
While out for a walk this evening I notice so many people all going here, there , and everywhere. Going through the motions that make up their lives. I walk and think about the matters that weigh heavy on my mind.
The things that keep these people alive inside no longer appear to be within me. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing to live or die for. Maybe a conviction is what I need?
Well whatever I need is not present and I am not sure if it can be found. In the mean times the hallways are empty and the clocks keep ticking.
While out for a walk this evening I notice so many people all going here, there , and everywhere. Going through the motions that make up their lives. I walk and think about the matters that weigh heavy on my mind.
The things that keep these people alive inside no longer appear to be within me. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing to live or die for. Maybe a conviction is what I need?
Well whatever I need is not present and I am not sure if it can be found. In the mean times the hallways are empty and the clocks keep ticking.
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