common themes

we're all linked together and we need to let go of the hurt, the suffering, the anger and LOVE.  we need to find our happy by giving out what we hope to have- this isn't material and it will cost you nothing.  It will allow you the freedom from fear- it will allow your soul to breathe deeply and enjoy each moment- it will complete your being by BEING, peaceful and at one with those that surround you. unity is the glue that binds us in our experiences and our perspectives... without that we have nothing... we have no hand to hold or eye to gaze in.  cooperation is key in determining presence of mind and belonging.  keep moving forward... but don't hesitate when a mistake is made.  i'm sorry we made mistakes, i'm sorry we weren't strong, I'm sorry that we didn't have a better soundtrack and sometimes i miss you but mostly i'm glad you're gone.  i tried to love you like you needed to be loved but i didn't love me enough to fill your tank too.  I tried to be there but i was letting me down all the time, I tried to stand in line, be somebody i wasn't and for what?  for a whisper that faded in the breeze  when the sun went behind the clouds- for promise that never stuck and for a heap of hurt for us both.  evening cocktails make it blurry and so much easier to take but it leaves me with a hangover that was years in the making and i'm still searching for the cure.  obscure as it may be i'll find it when i find me.

love decays

heart wilts like the petals of a picked rose- delicate decisions dangle in the air and moments can't be returned or changed. speak softly.  pain pricks brain repeatedly and here we sit, smoke hanging in air and tears streak across your cheek.  I'm here friend, Hi friend.  don't let this coma take you away to another time, place or day when things seemed better.  reality is twisted and soul sometimes gets it wrong.  one moment sits perfectly, string a few more together and the rhythm changes and expands.  the scene is different, wrong somehow... it's complicated... whatever.... keep moving or you sink- like a rock- in the depth of your mind, the depth of the water, the depth of the nothing.  swaying in numbness, keeping pain at bay by distracting dead thoughts that enter thru the ether and have nowhere special to go.  then the piano kicks in and crushing nerve endings fire up and out and the monster wakes... this gentle harmony is too much to bear and you wear it on your face and burden it upon your back feeling the emptiness in your chest while filling with devotion and hope- is this mix even possible?  back it up and hear it again and  Hi Friend... Soma will wake you from your coma.  take a dose and call me in the morning.




(listening to Soma by Deadmau5)

tekky geeks

Red pepper inspires perspiration poured thru on dance floors- the tekky geek behind the gear is the god the crowd worships- ladies love him and gents want to be him- time wave confuses- was that the start or the end- can we be friends? How will that play out when ur half a world away and in another season- I've nowhere else to be so I'll sit here and be me while the world spins out of our grasp- touch- so simple and yet complicated thru space and emotional longing- wanting new ink but not having a pen to use- hey Q- when r u gonna learn and accept the canvas that was offered U- raising skaters- raising awareness- raising conflicted dilemma and arms- raising tides and raising a ruckus- this is the only chance we've got- get it- go with it- ride it down the slope like the bloke on the board and roar for what u believe in- NeverSummer sits rusting in the garage and poor thing has so much life left in it- like the woman I know that let her hair grow to prove she wasn't dead yet- painted a smile on and tried her best to remember how to get her groove on- positivity pulls us thru.
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Jammed frequency

Music bumps and speakers tweet the sounds my body can pump to- change on the horizon and hope in the atmosphere leaves dreams in consciousness unspoken and imagined silence gives birth to new dreads- forget the un-dead zombies that haunt-these fears are much more gruesome- shivers pimple flesh and pucker spirit- do u know who I am- do u care- for what it's worth, I'm a figment of a fraction of sense in your head that speaks softly and is often ignored- fragile fidgetting and elegant energies make for an odd combination- hurried harry rushes passed- where does he think the sidewalk leads and what is he rushing for- searching for more- contemplating conflictions in the chilled air- hanging from bare trees are thoughts like dead leaves- paper thin and delicate, decaying and life giving- this is the legacy left by a dancer that strived for more... That tried to define definitions and ambitions but drifted and became lost inside the frustrations~
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Rhythm and blues

Trying times like tying shoes-muster your ability, practice at every chance you get and ye shall overcome. Greasy breakfast missed, left with lost keys, do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around cuz that's what its all about. "I have one question" says the child at the back, 'what is IT?" The answer is for you to decide. The world is mysterious and difficult and there are more questions than answers. What turns your gears and makes you smile- what do you wake up for? Better yet-what do you live for? Find these answers and the questions stop being asked so loudly. Peace floats in across the skyline like its being painted with the tree tops in the breeze- an easiness settles down around you and words are no longer necessary. Heartbeats calm and mellow out bringing deep breaths with it- take a moment and feel it fill your lungs- feel the life force, feel the strength, feel your place in the world and know that you belong and that you are loved.
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dinosaurs eat apples...

Sirens scream announcing the arrival of trouble.  i hear the monsters giant steps rumble in the background, Godzilla cometh again- get your helmet and consider yourselves warned.  this is the end of the light, the coming of night, the beat kicks in and the dinosaur roars.  tick tick tick-yaum- crunch.  apples are delicious but when the robot can't find his teeth then it leaves to look for something else to eat.  stay away from the peanut butter mother bear warns- it might just rust your gears.  yaum... rock the bass and rock the chomp, this track is full of depth and of mummies wrapped in cloth.  i hear things that lurk and see them in my mind.  it's a monster mash of imagination and rhythm.  it's so potent a stench hangs in the air leaving you wondering if you remembered to wash your hair... could it be?  no, not a chance.  but it really sounds like that.  bubbles in the champagne as the zombies make a toast.  mummy is upset that they get all the attention but then here come the locals- does anyone speak this language?  build a fire and let your toes warm like the cider in my mug.  does anyone have a hug... i'm nervous about this life and could use a friend.  Yaum... crunch.  sidestep, kick and move forward... did she just say my name- jy is here and not going anywhere... this is all just so damn silly.  never thought i'd be here but Claude shows the way and the flashlight shines bright in this eternal darkness behind the speakers. the floor is wide and empty and the god beckons souls to worship.  stand up- step forward- feel the power of the word and let your body respond.  twist and turn and raise your hands in praise.  let the love flow in and then turn to the person next to you and let the love go- smile and dance let the trance take hold and overwhelm.  be brothers in the moment and world peace has a chance.  just dance!  this is the lovely truth behind the mysteries of the world.  we hold the power but we are afraid to wield it- we have the knowledge but act as tho we have forgotten it.  we have the heart but act as tho we do not feel, we know that this is real and yet here we sit pretending that the plastic brings happy and that the neighbor across the street from you ins't as together as they look.  don't diminish and degrade, celebrate and parade.  this life is precious and it's all we know we've got so lets put the hurt away and go out and play- act like kids on the playground and find your inner kind.  share your gum balls and coach your friends in the art of blowing giant bubbles.  this is what will pull us thru, me and you.  her and him... it's all too much to imagine being lost and without.  dance dummy dance.  no one is watching and nobody cares- all we want is for you to add to our energy source that we feed from.  the more that goes in, the more that comes out.  i miss this life and this scene and i miss the tribal trance that leaves you without thought and with nothing but a heart radiating out into the world shouting of one-ness, of whole-ness, of great- ness and LOVE!  this is what the world needs now- the skin of the drum is tight and it matches the beat of my heart... the synth lines have me tripped up on my fingertips wishing i could do more than just hit the floor and do what i do.  we can always do more- so very much more- inspiration hides in deep pockets stretched wide and at the very bottom with the chap stick and gum wrappers you may just find a nugget of divine, a tidbit of taste so potent you are able to run with it, a tiny treasure that only becomes revealed when you are truly ready to accept it.  it hangs heavy even before you are able to find it- the awareness has you, you must succumb- it will grow and suck you inside to the deep divide and there you will be hunched over your knees hoping for the best and trembling like the rest that came before you.  this is the path, there is no map, you must feel your way.  I have faith, in you, in me, in all that is meant to be, just be present and allow it to happen.  don't question and don't fight- just look toward the light while dancing in the dark behind your speaker.

listening to Claude VonStroke

tweedle beetle puddle battle

driving rain wets the earth leaving mud saturated like the ocean floor- this sub we ride is dark and full of a cacophony of voices and languages that leave you feeling humbled and enabled, encouraged and motivated. new beginnings take courage and the scenery here is somewhat overwhelming. in a word: average- sounds like much is left out and much is still desired but potential is present in us all so average is a great start- could be having a tantrum and be throwing things in public but where would that get me- (9/29 6:46am)

more rain drips from clouds and the pond is full- puddles are expanding and readying themselves for the advance of rubber booted feet. they are attempting to ward off all attacks by staying as still as the falling rain will allow- it is futile... the monsters will devour. they are planning their route as we speak- which is biggest- which will splash best- which is deepest- which is still growing- this is no ordinary game to these two. They are professional puddle jumpers! they are armed with glossy new rubberized foot gear and they are ready for action! this attack will last until they collapse with exhaustion. and then it's time for cocoa! the best part of cold weather... well that and a hot toddy ;) or maybe a hot tub... the comforts of the cooler seasons are limitless really. it's all what we want to focus on...nothing beats a fire on a cool autumn evening- nothing beats the crunching of leaves underfoot on an afternoon hike- nothing beats the sounds of the tropics when you're riding your board thru the snowy trails- nothing beats a cold beer in a hot shower after a day on the slopes- nothing beats cuddling on the couch in front of a fire during a snow storm- nothing beats going out in a blizzard to get milk (or wine) when your truck can barrel through and everyone else is stuck- nothing beats getting all bundled up and building a snowman after the snow falls then starting a snowball fight with the munchkins that live upstairs. dream your dreams and then live them in color and right out loud to the best of your ability. we only get one life to live and i'm not gonna let it fade to grey...