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WEDNESDAY SAFE NEAR 5

Today I lived a decade in the passing of a few hours. There are Dominoes, there are cards, but in my magic world there is only irony and synchronicity, and the steadfast rudder of knowing who I am so fiercely it scares the crap out of delicate shadows posing as people bobbing like buoys in an angry sea. Thirteen. Sextet, sail on.

Wednesday drowned Tuesday's child. No air, and fell deep in Love.

FRIDAY MORNING

Well this'll be interesting... You know... like in the cartoons, all the funny beasty eyes blinking in the blackness the minute the light goes out?

FRIDAY NIGHT

I'm always goddamn effigy. Guy Fawkes for people's shame. Taken by the mob....outta context, outta time.

Words! Around my eye a storm.

People will murder truth right this minute than to have to give it a glance in the mirror, and yet, await in such mournful hope for its blessed arrival somewhere down the road. Meanwhile....

Hideous vultures plucking innards from a carcass up the street, when once it ran free and beautiful.

AND NOW SATURSUNDAY

Hating the waves of death staging now upon me,  as well as prickly history reminding me I am SO no that lamb away.



So, in a very small box it prompts:
What's on your mind?

Hmmmm. Maybe where I want to go today LOL. Sigh.

Friday Flowed As If a River

Today's been quite the magic day.Today, a true friend touched my heart and at the same time, offered me a really good chance at a huge career EVOLUTION. And it's his dream., but he wants me in it.

In any case to sum it up, let's just say Karma switched on lights in cellars of confidence and dream. After our timeless Nostrildamic conversation, I remember like it's happening still, I just stood there stunned in the Friday afternoon Uptown sun, head all abuzz and days ahead affected, like animated Disney bluebirds circling over my cartoon-violenced lumphead.


I shall go with you, and
thank you for the faith.

There is more. A while later, stuck in traffic at a relight, here He comes again. Karma, with a cardboard sign, walking hobbled between the separate worlds of cars in isolated streams of standing stillness. You see at the time I didn't know it was Karma incarnate. But I do know now. He waddles closer and ... no idle human in a leather seat nearby even looks directly at him, or instead looks busy behind the wheel the moment he passes by the reflective glass dividers of condition we driver-side windows.  Thank Heavens they can close.

Ha! All that direction, all that trajectory - automobiles, and they're all just glass and mirrors taking us where we look to go. Anyway, he was a Black guy with white whiskers, looking 70 for 45 - and shaking to and fro a cardboard testament to 'please give.' Not even thinking, I TELL YOU IT"S NO LIE, I said angrily to myself out loud over the radio, "Oh you know what..." and remembered the two soggy singles in the divides of my my wallet.

I rolled down the window passenger-side,  and called him over with a "Hey,", then said all I have is two singles. He took them, as if expected, and he simply said "God Bless." So why does this feel strange? Why is it so weird? I never do this! All the other drivers look on. Something just happened. They looked and they weren't the one. I was "someone" in their story. Maybe over chicken dinner, maybe over beer, but it will be told.

So right after handing him the bills I put the wallet back and prepared my pedals for the turn of green. In doing so, I glanced in my side-view mirror. And the the rear. Gone! The man who could not be more than two cars down was gone. Oh over to the side, you say, because the light was about to change. Nope. I looked, Not there. Some will say surely he ducked behind a car. But I know differently. Some things just appear. They appear, and if you do not interact with them they vanish. And those are the conversations with the Beloved you can never have again.

Some things you just do automatically after it has been done to you, and that counts the most my friends, for love and compassion for our friends and neighbor. What a virus to be.



      

Sub-Irene

I never know the year.

Months, maybe. And a numbered day.

But yes, I’m doing better now,

more than when she was still here.

The metal’s cold

and distant hum,

dulcimer, a sonar sense of her

 drifts through to air to me now here

with my lungs

and birds and passing cars,

and that Fourth Dimension vortex sound

though no plane is seen so high.  

Can you hear the song?

A frequency in swim - 

a feeling for – I can’t be wrong,  

that long-off moan of mom.

Oh I know, such a loaded word.

but it’s there, and ghosts

they are not some tasseled bookmarks

slicing decks of Great Big History,

nor just appear in cameras green.

What I mean to say is this…

it is not silent when they go.

Not within the noggin, that’s just family,

but I still hear, just off out there,

as if on some Deific digital delay…

mere further than the rooster is away --

An endless pause,

like she’s stuck on maybe just one word

of her oh so many, many … many …

to which I daily concatenate absurd. 

I know her Spirit.

I am her smile!

Giggle, sure is Mom to me.

But these darkened days –

a centered womb calls to me once more

seems to pull from deep entombed

lonely longing beneath the sea,

and nary a Titanic Cameron

to try to feed strange fish

and try to bring the wreckage up.

I think of her often,

and that is not enough now within this submarine.

There’s a wrong-way Eden up ahead,

a not feeling ever really free.

Any moment now, could be over any hill.

A hum resumes amid the plumes

of color and of Will,

only slightly less marked down

than the one we always get for Free.

D'oh - Polar is as Polar Does

Okay I fell for it, I have to admit.

They really can push my buttons. I just hate the idea of "Free Speech Zones" and having to take a permit out to peacefully protest in America. Permitted speech is not free speach, no matter how you slice it. They've brought it down to content being unlimited but assembly -- well for your own safety, they can tell you where and when to gather.

So yeah, I went and posted the vids like everyone else out there, being so empassioned about the eroding away of our basic civil liberties in the guise of national security and under the auspices of global fear. Then it dawned on me. The three-step plan! Everyone these days is Illuminati this Illuminati that, Secret Societies blah blah blah. Well obviously, been there, done that. When I read "The Illuminatus! Trilogy" way back when -- nobody but geeks knew what it was. Now, thanks to Dan Brown, everyone is a conspiracy nut. And no-one even remembers the talking dolphin or underwater Nazis. Shame. There was deep meaning in that stuff, not shameful Hanks schlock to be consumed.

But baaah... sheep are grazing.

Now peaceful demonstrators being street-herded by Robocop - that really is disturbing. But some of the G20 YouTube vids out there are just giving it away now! Shaky "amatuer" video showing badly matched camo fatigued men brutally "arresting" protestors and hurling them into plain cars, and fellow protestors (staged just as badly as 911 actor-witnesses on the ground) begging for their freinds' release in the most calmly delivered audio you ever heard.

So the trick to the whole thing is polarization and revolution, then Phoenix from the ashes. As an ode to South Park's Underwear Gnomes, I think I can extapolate the NWO's true plans here...

Step 1: Steal Liberty
Step 2: er...
Step 3: Profit!

That second step is now. Order out of chaos! Profit from the ultimate war -- the war against each other in trusting world government, with world government pulling the strings the whole way through anyway. As politicians I remember once told my union shop fighting it out in factions to break apart or stay together "I have no dog in this fight." Yet how they shook a bone!

You begin to see the same strategy everywhere, and everywhen too -- render them helpless, polarize them, and make them tear each other apart. Then, save them from themselves.

Order out of chaos.

When Towers Fall

There's nothing like opening a can of worms. Especially when you're fishing. Today marks a remembrance of the 9-11 terror attack on the World Trade Center, eight years to the day. The Net is filled with "never forget" and "I remember where I was," but not many sparks of "I wonder if that's the right story."

Beside the heaps of other anomalies, I guess my biggest question remains - if it was Saudis who hijacked the planes, why did Bush kiss and hold the hand of the Saudi King later on TV, yet declare war on two other countries that had nothing to do with the event in question? And just as many deaths later, why do we even think "the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan" will net us justice for this atrocity?

When we hint that this awful moment in history was not what the official Commission say it was, it amounts to some sort of a scandalous treason and that's plain wrong. People can't handle any other story. Don't fall into the default trap though. They want it polarized. If you know it's a crock, they want you to say "the government did it."

That's just insane.

Why would the government kill its own people? No, not the government. But those running the government. Big difference. We need to be open minded to the fact that the world is not as it seems. On a global scale, countries, currencies and religions are just imaginary playthings. Wealth, power and royalty are not. These remain as rock-solid as a pyramid since the dawn of civilization.

So, red and blue heroes, may you rest in peace. Your true heroism will never be forgotten. To the burned and buried victims and to their grieving families, may the poppies someday wear off on our way to the Wizard, your aching pain finally healed, and the awful lingering ash from that day cleared from the sour air of history.

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Deek Jackson has pre-released this tune from his upcoming piece entitled "911: The Musical." In parody, hints of blue sky through woolen clouds.

Wait, Pride Was Always a Sin, Right?

Guilt by association.

So we just went through Gay Pride Weekend here in the Queen City. Today they're all floating down the river. Yesterday the ratio was 500 protesters praying for 10,000 alleged sinners. What continues to baffle me, maybe even anger me a little, is that when they ask one of the participants in the festival, the line they come up with to explain the day is that: "Gay people have a right to love whomever they want to."

And while that is true, it still hearkens a bit of "choice" into the equation for the observer.

The message has always been totally wrong IMHO. It shouldn't be Gay "pride" at all, for that is not really what we celebrate at events like this. It's more about being proud to be OUT -- to not be afraid to be who you already are. These are very different things. I'm not proud to choose my love. I'm proud to be who I am to friends and family and share my life with them openly.

I didn't choose to be gay any more than to have blue-green eyes. And yes I'm proud of those.

So what to categorize it as seems to be the question. We're never going to have any progress in the "movement" until we get away from "proud" in the message. It jumps the gun for the haters -- they can't get over how outlandishly freakish that is. Whereas if we simply said.... "you know what, I'm gay, I've always been gay, I only remember being gay and never made a vending machine choice one day" it may be a better route.

Not a nice parade theme I know. But the one refrain I've always liked at the events is "we're here, we're queer, so get used to it." That, at least, implies the tree that will not bend. It's just there, and down the river life goes, right around it if necessary.

Tha Painter of Pancakes

I still can't believe this as I watch it. What better marriage for Bisquich is there other than Dan Lacy? He paints some amazing shit. Thanks, Fritts, for tweeting about him. I have a newfound love!

Click on the lovely Joan Rivers painting to go to his amazing blog. Below, a most interesting introductory video. I think I will commission him to do a Bisquich some day!

The Shadows Not Cast

S H A D O W S

are not necessarily flat
and if they be before you

then surely
you lie down.

Drying Off

The birds,
we were them --
and lizards before crawled we;

That which is not yet
covered with water
is not necessarily land.

No Desert Wind

Barren branches scrape the startrek-backdrop sky,
scratching at mercury vapor colored clouds
as if the starry nighttime underneath
itches just to shine on through.

Sometimes trees are more zen to watch
than clouds. I watch them moving now,
above the fog this winter night --
barely New Year's past yet warm as witchcraft --
and not all dancing to one song at that.

The trees invented wind you know
just to move without suspicion ...
to talk across meadows;
bow gracefully to flowers.

And we hog it all now
flying our stupid metal machines
literally upon their air --

Dropping death from high above
on defenseless skeletons,
starving in the camps,
closed off until, for desperation of will itself,
send toy rockets over prison walls.

Will man stay and watch this murder blind,
while even trees are not standing still?

Pictures of People in the Hospital after the Bombs and Shooting

I'm going through my Health Plan's website. First, becuase it's such a rainy day anyway, I used the Physician Finder to find a really cute Primary Care physician at the new hospital facility nearby - that was awesome. But when I was reading through all my exclusions in my insurance contract, I found (more than) a couple of disturbing things.

One, if I am ever just "under observation" in the hospital, they're not paying the bills. Wow. That's pretty deep. "Well," said the new cute doctor man to the hospital, his voice deep and serious on the phone, "he could go any minute - you'd better put him under observation."

Too bad for little ol' poor me. But thank you anyway, ROWR MD.

And two -- here's the kicker now -- if madmen or our even our very own ever attack our streets and invade our houses, when they bandage me up my bleeding from bricks and bombs at the hospital or medical tent -- I am not covered for the treatment! I gotta pay for geting hurt even if they aim right at me! From my medical plan's Master Agreement Exclusions section:

Limitations and exclusions
Unless specifically stated otherwise, no benefits will be provided for or on account of the following items: H211200

Any loss contributed to, or caused by:

1. War or any act of war, whether declared or not;
2. Insurrection; or
3. Any conflict involving armed forces of any authority

What? ANY authority? Holy crap! What do they know is coming I don't? Welcome to the Land of the Free my friends. Apparently, where you're free to pay for war and getting shot in the ass during it too.

Most Pompous Horoscope

Others may be leaning on you for support today
and you will be there for them,
even if you are tired
of always being the hero.

With chatty Mercury now in expressive Leo,
you might consider
letting someone know that you would be happier
if everyone
participated more.

You don't mind doing your share;
it's doing everyone else's work
that makes you annoyed.

That's REALLY my horoscope for today.

Well, blahdy-dah!