noisy n hot
here @ nola cafe
trying to read
discussions, gone awry
generalizations
internalizations
the me....me...me...
but its all u got
as we all know
till we roll that stone
give me a good
blues man dedicated
layin it on the line
the me....me....me....paining away
yet the sun is shinin'
azul skies on the horizon
gots to be careful
where ya throw that rock
might just bounce right back
with some instant karma
knock us right in the face
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
One day I'll eliminate
it all, follow my call
to art, part with every
bit of stuff I own
except a bed,
a guitar, my baby grand,
canvases and paint.
Maybe I'll keep a chair
somewhere.
Maybe not.
derek trucks
had it right
duane allman
was god on that
les paul
BB King and the Allman Bros.
b'more civic center
rocked the place in '72
neil young walked off
the stage same place in '71
sounds in earbuds
jam on screen
much better sounds
eminating like that gold
in treasure of sierra madre
blowin in the wind....
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
consciousness is the
only thing i was born with
it's been with me every passing moment since then
things come & go
women come & go
everything in the spinning world
here today gone tomorrow
but not consciousness
there when i wake up
there when i fall asleep
there at birth
there at death
there in peace
there in war
& always the same
unchanging & solid
& not so much that it is a part of me
but that i am a part of it
my truest friend who has
shown me everything
and I like it
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
chinese whisper
never the Aye (I)
only the bow
supplicant
mountains & rivers
without end
within spiritu sanctu
a beauties skin
painterly ala Titian
lifelike by leaonardo
devine by anyones estimation
the background secondary
the foreground prominent
in the east
man shown pondering
beneath nature
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
.
when i first became conscious
of being conscious, i was five
years old and the reason i
became conscious of being
conscious was it was the first
time i lied.
i was an ill child, asthmatic
bronchitis, not mild but severe,
so weird to have to miss school
all the time, i felt like a
criminal, no rhyme nor reason,
no specific season, always sick,
pick a day, i'd say i was feeling ok,
but mom knew better 'cause she
heard me wheeze
so anyway, this particular day
when i was sitting in the foyer
near the front door and mom said,
"Don't go outside! Promise?"
i replied, "OK, what for?"
she needed to keep me
indoors so she could watch me begin
to heal, and as a mom, i guess
she could feel
for me
but it was a beautiful day
and i could see through the door
it was going to rain in a bit, so
i thought, what's wrong with it
if i go out for a while to enjoy
the sun?
so i opened the door and snuck on out
as if i'd won some type of award,
stayed out on the porch and in the yard
for i guess about a quarter of an hour
before it started to shower,
then darted back in, sat back down
just where i was before i'd made the promise
not to leave. Mom came out of the kitchen
with cookie dough on her sleeve and a spatula
in hand and i thought she was going to reprimand
me with a spanking with that cooking tool
but boy, was i cool.
i was only five, just barely alive,
and mom asked, "Did you go outside?"
"No!" i proclaimed, as if my name were
signed on the dotted line of some legal paper.
she raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes,
and asked if I wanted to lick the spoon.
she KNEW I lied, my hair dripping with rain,
and just as soon
as she asked
and my answer was false,
it caused me to wake up
i licked the spatula because
it was chocolate chip cookie dough
but i know she knew that i knew
she'd know
i lied when i was five
first time of knowing i was alive
the moment
just now
msg. from my sister susie
tests revealed cancer in lung
chemo treatment necessary
me numb
been thru this with CJ
she went in with blood clots like i did
7 years ago
just numb
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
jammin
is the is
this perpetual
thing a kinda
jam journal
goin on 11 years
sunday
more like spring
out there
its trying to b sprung
plenty of april showers
on the way
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
winter will just have
to give it up to the turn of the season up here
just overnight it will happen
i still got snow everywhere
but it's rainin' , man
it's raining !
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
....a little diddy bout jack and helen...the one old hoagy sang...
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jack never did shower me with jabberwocky....he awoke one night in a cold sweat, alligators and lizzards populatin' his tender mind....now helen she had that troy thing goin' on.....all ships laid bare, breakin' waves in the chase like there was some kinda trophy to be had.....
roundin' the cuban coast runnin' guns for the invincibles fast lead did fly as spotlights were choked beneath ascending moons.....hoagy liked to sing his chinese toons, with the world going under he captured the spell.....like rumi lookin' into the bottom of the well, the moon shining back......he loved a little girl, down kyoto way, was her feet that got him......never did see the face......time marched on they danced and planned to sing a lifelong song.....till the wolves got in the way.....shot down by the road, she just had to stay.....him left to wander the steppes, until this very day....
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
this old jam
whad ya get
when yur way
past sticky
hard?
old jam like
a rubber ball
bouncing!
whatever happened
to dem superballs?
music
all about the bass
i hear it poundin
up thru mi floor
residue of all
the bad coatin
the finish
is it over?
bring on dem
flowers....
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
work another saturday
must i
i must
mustta mustta
nusrat fateh ali khan
the big man could sing
music now daze
amazing
pop music?
the rest is devine
as it should b
the world is huge
full of sounds
running jam
talking to myself
that's what writers do
introspection
dissection
diced
spliced
fed on red beans n rice
the cuban place is giving me
a break tonight
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
