[

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Me poor little stray dog cross the street

Starin

Down that little flower there i

Think she’s

lookin at me

Course I cant say much cause i

Aint got no money

But

Id love to make that grin

Come out and play

Bout as often as my heart beat

Heard she went down to tulip land

And

Came back showin tattoo in hand

And i

Just sat there across that street,

Likin my paws cause

Me pour little stray dog cross the street

Starin

Down that little flower there i

Think she’s

grinnin at me

[	mood	|	exhausted	]
[	music	|	ani - margins	]

Been writing tons. The bug’s been catching me late too, so I’m feeling crazy tired.

This one’s nameless at the moment, and not sure if its ready yet...but i'll edit as i go.

‘Blue bug’ I guess…

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My blue beet up bug matched

Them

little blue eyes

and that

Blue background from the skies

And

all around
them

green leaves were showing

he left a set ov’ keys on the door mat

told me he’d write and quit them cigarettes

said It would be nice to forget the facts
and try to stay in contact
and

 
all around 
them 
colorful leaves started changing

she came from sin city on that

Vatican scan

crazy mountains with sunny tans

And

he said he’d take pictures of sunny lands

then draw little portraits with plumy hands

but the time beat the time

and

all around 
that

snow started fallen

she stayed by a beach

called and asked for my writing

said she felt all intrigued and wanted us

to meet,

by a Panamanian street

on the first day of spring

I sat lonely and free

under my tree

Something not new to me

And strung magda till I felt once again

Like

Visiting family

Something…a bit new to me
and 

all around 
them
baby tulips were bloomin'

[	mood	|	tired	]
[	music	|	ani - margins	]

So…I hate to brag to the few on this little journal here, but though I’ve said it before, I’ll say it once again, ani rocks. She does. Bottom line. To the infinite.

I saw this lady come into the shop (one of my 247,678.08 jobs that I currently have) and she reminded me of ani difranco. Her facial features where almost identical…it was kinda creepy. I, of course being the shy piece of caca I can be around strangers, let her come in, roam, and walk right out with out saying a word about it to her. Regardless she stayed on my mind throughout the remainder of the afternoon. Later on today I came home and pulled some strings here and there…so now I have Ani Difranco’s new album sitting on my desk “shhhh”. Its not out till Aug. 8^th.

Great new album. Some of my fav's: “Decree”, “hypnotized”, “nicotine”, “margins”, “78% H2o”…Oh hell, just get the entire dam thing, it WRAKS.

Funny how a random person that you see out in the street can initiate a chain of events, that ended up with me here…reading ani’s lyrics, and feeling a little inspiration.

I’ve written a couple ov’ thangs here are there too…just not ready yet…still on paper. 

Look her lyrics up too…amazing…specially for the tracks listed above.

Here's her little link to hear some of them: http://www.righteousbabe.com/ani/reprieve/songs.asp

and here's a link to look up her lyrics including the once's for the new album: http://www.danah.org/Ani/

[	mood	|	exhausted	]
[	music	|	ani - decree	]

(when writing I fall naturally into cliché’s, I’m a terrible writer, but I do this to practice grammar, keep thoughts and ideas on paper, and to practice my English…so read at your own risk).

wrote this a while back...had forgotten to post it....

A friend once asked me if I believed in magic, I told him I did. He then said, “Show me magic then”, and I told him I couldn’t. Then he said “so you’re saying you believe in something you don’t even know the meaning of?” I told him “no, I said I couldn’t show you magic, but I can try to explain it to you”. He then - being the stubborn confrontational type, lifted his chest and spoke boldly, “explains it to me then…explain a phenomenon that to me doesn’t exist”.

[	mood	|	busy	]
[	music	|	the fan	]

(coro 1)
Buzate Buzate Bu

Para mi sera manchu

que me corten quachi guachi

 (coro 2)

comesi que comesa

paso a paso vida va

comesi que comesa

tu camino allá estará

en la orilla de un laguito

algo lindo se empezó

en la arena bajo estrellas

un fueguito se encendió

comesi que comesa

paso a paso vida va

comesi que comesa

tu camino allá estará

con violines y tambores

todos cantan con fervor

amistad vos de alegria

una tribu e libertad  - weh

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Here’s another one. It’s what happens when you’re bored for an hour and start beating on a wall. This one’s neat cause I even hear the music for it in my head.

I seem to be pouring with them lately, and before dry season comes around, I rather write em’ all down. They come in seasons you know, same as my dreams.

I got two corus versions…gotta choose one eventually.

The ‘buzate bu’ one is special. It’s a safety prayer the meme indigenes would say before going out to hunt in the wilderness….so I might save that one for something different, but it also fits wonderfully in the song.

 cheers!

[	Current Location	|	bout to head out to dah club wit dah sistah	]
[	mood	|	rushed	]
[	music	|	the fan	]

We stole that night in june

When the moon lit the room

And the stars and the skies

They all

Aligned

We slowly started to steer

And float away from the shore

From that Panama pier

And all too clear

Them eyes hypnotized

Felt my blood paralyze

Stunned and crazy surprised

With them

Dusty

Butterflies

[	Current Location	|	home finishing a script	]
[	mood	|	tired	]
[	music	|	nutn'	]

Wow.
The things you find in your dusty hard-drive.
Soo much has changed since...wrote this one some time last year. 
:)
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I’m tired, done with the world and its prestigious games.

Its mind tricks and trash framed in a porcelain vase.

It’s the soft wind that I seek, the gentle breeze in the morning…

is it too much to ask for? Cuase…I’ve felt it before.

It’s the lukewarm water that covers my body in the bathtub of life.

The vibrant energy that never ceases…it’s the moon’s gentle glow at night, it’s the clouds fluffy shows.

It’s the colorful flowers with in the middle a rose, no thorns, no pain, just that beautiful scent to take me there again.

I’m distracted, and I humble my self against the earth’s turf

Make me a tree if need be, just to feel purpose and stand tall

once and for all, to have a branch and reach, nothing in vain

Deep roots seeking with thirst and no shame.

Cause its out there, the water you know, yes, its out there,

Or so I’m told of this to be sure.

I’m the rag they use to wipe their sweat, then throw away the next day,

with a last call and a sweet sway.

The third wheel with a flat, won’t change even if I adjust my hat

Second best, choice, thought, lust, crave, taste, lick, stick, chick

That’s me, the one with the pretty eyes that they all wanna bone

And hear her Latin moans. The one they use and abuse then drop after

Quenching their amuse.

Its simple to read, they just…see right threw me

So sad when they fail to see the light from the beginning,

Cause no matter how hard you try, there’s never a way to make it right

There’s nothing I can do, I’m no God to give them site.

U want magic? Go see a magician

U want sparks? Get an electrician

I don’t give you butterflies? Fly your azz to the zoo

Cause this here boo, seems too intricate for you.

[	Current Location	|	in the basement of bethlehem. werd.	]
[	mood	|	sleepy	]
[	music	|	fans and empty music	]

Violin

Con tu tono centimental

Anoche

Vinistete a mi a contar

Susurros del pasado

Cosas que

aun mi alma no puede desifrar

dile al dicho que en tus manos fui verbo

convertido en noun

puerta tocada

vino vevido

pobre cansada

dile al sueno

que de mi

me tiene como esclava

y asi

sin nada

me lleve al fin del mar

con tus cuatro cuerdas tocaba

y susurraba como el viento rapidamente

entre espada

pues casi nada

entre hermana y vatalla

sigues tocando me a la puerta

mystica

vida social

debil

comida arbitral

sin juicio

me viniste a dar

dimelo lla

sin secretos

sin llanto

sin risas

 lo puro de este momento

sin dicha

la verdad

me vuelves un cascabel

que voltea hacia el océano

de

tanta prisa

mar sin visa

Europa chilla

Dimelo

Damelo

Cuentalo

Que por ti

Pa todo

Soy oido

The violin is in my head this morning…

I had a dream last night.

It was my self with two boys and a girl (me).

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I walked in with a mandolin in hand, the guys were asking me if I could play the violin, but I told them no. They insisted, please, its easier, just…TAKE IT! – said one of the guys. He yanked my mandolin and a tear nearly left my eye, then I found my self in between them both (towards the back) with a freakin violin in my hand.

I started freakin out cause I had NO idea what to do w/the dam thing.

So then I heard the main guy (blond boy) start playing my mandolin…and it all came to me. I picked up the instrument and started playing like I’d never played music before...it was the best feeling ever…like I was flying from a 30 story building but with my eyes closed and making the sound that only a violin can make. I was in heaven, bliss, the best I’ve ever remembered feeling in a dream. The sound was so pure, almost unreal.

When I opened my eyes everyone was clapping and cheering at us, the two guys looked back at me and smiled content with what I had done. They decided to play another one, and deep inside I only hoped that I could stay on stage playing that dam thing again. So once again it started, another melody, another song, another blissful moment…I played and played, and played some more…the sound again took me over, the rhythm from the other two instruments made me keep going and going, I was sweating and felt the lights beaming but refused to open my eyes. When the song ended and silence came, I slowly opened my eyes and found myself on top of a gray rock next to a huge lake. It was all silent, little wind, cool temperature, trees and forest all around. I felt peace, but couldn’t figure out where it all came from, or how it happened…just…tranquility.. I heard my self breathing slowly and then felt a small pain coming from my left hand; I turned slowly to see what was going on, and saw my middle finger still pressed hard against the 3^rd chord on the violin. I smiled, observed the instrument slowly, and woke up.

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I know, imam freak.

My dreams are so vivid sometimes…I remember the smell of a room, the music playing in the background, the number or steps I climb etc.

But this one here, was one like I’ve never had before. Wow.

Sadly im not too good of a writer, and terrible at describing things – particularly in English, but at least I captured the memory, and for now, that’s all that counts.

Gooownight yawl!

When death takes me away

My home will be free of spider webs

And

Dusty shelves

When death calls me to swim

I’ll have touched every corner

of my boat that Intrigues me

And conquered every port

I will have touched and poked,

Provoked then evoked, a global search to

Find my little black widow

And

Bring her back to me

walk on little muse
keep your trail steady 
weaving heavy
cause its that flame you infuse

Consciousness influences others around you

It influences material things

It influences your future

You are co-creating your future.

[	Current Location	|	back in atlanta	]
[	mood	|	busy	]
[	music	|	my fan	]

Say hello to Magdalena above - my latest conquest.

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Jalisco, Puerto Vallarta

I’m in Mexico , took a little trip w/ a friend.

It was spare of the moment type thing.

We traveled all over Jalisco in a 1970 beat up beetle. From Guadalajara to Tlaquepaque, to Tonala to PuertoVallarta, to nuevo vallarta to Navidad then back to Guadalajara.

It was an interesting trip to say the least…good times.

For those of you who wonder how I carve the money to constantly hit the rd, it doesn’t really take much if you travel ‘my way’. The flight fare is probably the most expensive thing of it all. I’ve found that you can stay at fairly decent hotels for $10.00 US per night IN PUERTO VALLARTA. Obviously if you’d like to stay at the Hilton, walk in w/ your $1,300 shoes and ride in a 2007 convertible, then your in for 2 trips per lifetime (unless you have cash growing out your azz cheeks, which in that case – call me =0P

Contrary to popular belief, traveling is not that hard or expensive, specially if you’re single, have no kids, settle for little space and cheap rent, along w/ a flexible job. And if you truly DO like to travel, but claim to have an un-flexible job, then make a change for your self, its possible. If you keep up w/ my journal you know im walking the walk.

Obviously it’s a trade off, some things become harder to obtain, but its certainly not impossible.

The trip was mostly focused around the culture, music and art that these regions have to offer. I saw some of the most amazing sculptures in tlaquepaque.

Musicians walk and work on foot mostly around the plazas. The mariachis there were a dime a dozen, playing guitars, el bajo (bass), violins and occasionally accordions.

I met one of the most amazing harp player’s I’ve seen and heard in my entire life. His name was Paco. While mariachi bands were struggling to keep their instruments on the same note, he played all the parts of a 4 piece band in his harp alone. The man is a master, a genius. He’s been playing it for 27 years now. Phenomenal.

Its no wonder so many famous musicians come from México, its common to see the youngsters walking w/ instruments in hand playing in the parks just for fun.

Puerto Vallarta is beautiful. The beach is crowded w/ pelicans diving for their next meal. Here the birds are like flies. The're everywhere, even in some of the outdoor restaurants.

The culture is a bit different from the Colombian, but still manages to hold a log of the same idealism towards certain things. Women for example. Most women out here are seen cleaning, cooking and doing laundry.

The men are the hard working laborers that bring home the bacon per se.

Still very old school.

T.V. has taken over, that’s for sure. There isn’t a house hold w/ out one on ALL DAY.

Something about this bothers me.

It hadn’t occurred to me how much information is fed into us consumers through television daily. In the US its hard to tell bc most doors remain closed …years can go by and you hardly know your neighbors, but in México, either a door or a window is open showing the houses main artery – the TV.

Im in a rush, so that’s about it for the trip…here’s a couple of  picture of the stuff out there!

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im a self conqueror

and
each conquest I wish it take place in a distant land

that’s why I travel so often

and

pretend quite well to know where im going

by

enjoying the journey no matter which the road

so long as there’s

a rail

a train

and a burning flame

being lost now

seems a little less

hard to tame

You with the pretty eyes

You with the pretty eyes there

you

and that flighty gentle stare there

you

the one swaying through the room its

you

and that humble little sparkle

you

the one hard to ignore

its you

who I cant seem to avoid yes you

and though the universe might have a clue

im dumbfound skipping through these woods

with drum in hand singing the blues

Wondering why youre taken too

You with the pretty hair there

you

and that flighty gentle stare there

you

the one swaying through the room its                    

you

and that humble little sparkle

you

the one hard to ignore

its you

who I cant seem to avoid yes you

and though the universe has its reasons

im not one to push its seasons

but Ive got a vision of blue skies in the horizon

cause a butterfly told me, that a new sun is rising

Little Brown Rocks

I got a pocket full of gold

but its weighing on my soul

like some crazy growing mold

this heres stopping my bold

Im feeling a little desperation

Instigating a little hesitation

but the suns destined for a new ascension

so im gonna let this train fall

with rails and all

cause a little boy told me

yesterday was his resurrection

and that he

had little brown rocks set aside for me

I got a pocket full of gold

but its weighing on my soul

like some crazy growing mold

this heres stopping my bold

So im standing on the ledge

knees bobbling and shaking

he said empty your gold, right there on the edge

no need to go back to civilization

the air there is dead

turn in your resignation

come play here instead

under your tree     
I got little bucket ov brown rocks, set aside from me



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wrote this the morning after easter...the same day i decided to leave 55k a year and drop my enslavement with corporate america to follow a dream.
WOOOF!  
takes balls people, but follow your dreams kids.