JOURNAL

This journal is dedicated to whatever rolls across my mind and to those who listen. Thank you.


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Unemployed 4+ Years

Almost got a job today.
Almost.  Ha! Horse shoes and hand grenades, Almost.
Life in the day, in the day of a lowly Actor.  Starving Artist.
Starving is pain and pain gives perspective.
Get things straight as to what is important.
Almost got a job today.
Almost.
I am happy for my sacrifice.
Happy I have learned less is more.
More is More but Happy is for Real.
Almost had a job today.
Almost, but no.  In the end
I hold no resentment for my status.
No unrest with my S-l-o-w motion.
I see more now.
See what's right what's wrong.
Me, Inside has been wrong
Am wrong, Will Be Wrong.
Almost had a job. Not yet though.
Not yet.  Time Time Time
is on my side.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

morning prayer-poem or, prayoem. ;)

this might be a poem. maybe. depends on what a poem is. maybe it's a prayer. labels r so restricting. ;) i don't know what to call lots of stuff that bubbles from inside me, other than just 'me'.   i used 2 never consider myself special.   the more i let out what comes from inside (me) the more i realize how beautiful life can be.  how special is that?  :)

take ur time 2 read things.  take ur time, take ur time, take ur time.  slow down.  let words resonate within you.  there is great meaning in slow.  peace.


15 pounds gone.
lighter tighter pumpkin seeds r ripe 4 eat'n.
no meat, it beat the feet (it left, exited the building)
i eat more health than wealth, of portions in control.
stretch, bend, bake that cake,
i'll have a piece no doubt!
everything in balance, taken in stride,
with patience 'n disciplined control.
don't eat too much 'n look like a bacon roll.  (it just came 2 mind.  lots of bacon & bread won't be doing ur insides proper, hence improper distortions of uf exterior ie: yo fat! ;)
things of nature for thousands of years
are perfect for us as they are.
no need for boxes, hydroxes, dyes & brew,
carbonates or ectofates & garbeldy goo.
read that label is what we must do
realize what's in u can kill u 2.
look to the light, turn it on in ur head
wake up to sunshine when u get outa bed.
become aware, look in wonder
don't give a shit bout ur blunderous thunder,
& rain, washing under the bridge connecting u 2 shore.
go like the river u stand b4,
bending turning, washing around
ebbing, flowing, bouncing abound.
bend like a reed i'd heard bruce lee'd said
flow like a butterfly another man read.
look up, look down, look out!
to the world in its way
it will show u if u pay,
attention,
to ur insides.

love the world we are in,

Peace.
 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

mans Beast friend

learn from beast man, love is good when respect for 1 another stands first class. no second rate trash talk, jive ho-belly ach'n will ever get you. take it like a hue man & try to understand what makes you tick. why u bugg'n when u bugg. take charge of 1 self. control is knowing i am wrong & i must learn. i am a simple man. dumb by many standards, but i am discovering who i am. Happy. ;) mhmm. slip diddly slap rapp'n it up 4 myself soulder like. no dough, but i got heart baby.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

out of the mind in a moment

writing is waning. it goes to the reality of the want for more now about nothing. so to sit and think what to write seems a bit sad then... just doodling with no real art behind it. expressing blah blah blud de blah bla. Silence is what i expect it to be, quiet, is what i need to dream. My mind, my mind. Randomness roams my melon. To be or not to be, of Serious nature or not. To be silly, to be mad, hell man i aint bad. if i give or if i take, all i know is its no mistake. things in life they're meant to be, simple life, it beckons me. like my girls soft and sweet, pnut n lilly at my feet. my #1 she's so grand, makes my life a corn poppio stand! lol! its my thing lickety split, as u c i dont give no sh*! this is my life, random, insane and fun, the way i like it. i am impatient at times but i know the future is bright. so i wait, not so patiently kinda sorta and enjoying the journey. the journey. heard that before? its not the destination, its the journey. lol! lifes biggest mysteries are elementary riddles. no doubt. peace out. holla! ;0)