An Inidan Legend

Ravi Shankar

http://www.eyeneer.com/Labels/Angel/Ravi.html

My Mom!

Last night mom and I went for a walk. When we walked past her old truck in the driveway, she goes "I wish someone would pimp MY ride." LOL!

Bitchin Machine - This one's for YOU!!

Life in Howard City is a beautiful thing. God Bless the mulletese!

The lovely Georgia O'Keefe 

The Truly Educated Never Graduate.

Fascination with Beck

Beck

CLAP HANDS

I'll clap my hands along and rattle on like a vagabond I'll rip my uniform and bend the floor to the early mornin I'll shake my dollar bill and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me I've save my best for last and after that don't even ask me clap hands I'll take my broken bell and make it ring like hundred churches I'll scratch that kind of itch down in the ditch and switch my plates out I'll drive to san francisco death to disco take my shirt off I'll swim to mexico don't tell the mermaidsx where I'm goin clap hands

"Sticky bomb" Lola the destroyer 

How I ended up at Motley Crue?!

Heh.

2 months ago, I called up my friend and gave her a choice between seeing two different concerts for her 30th birthday present.

The choices were between Sting (which I was a big Police fan and I have a big soft spot for him), or Motley Crue (which was more her thing when she was a kid.) She chose Motley Crue, so I reluctantly bought the over priced tickets, kind of lamenting the fact that I really wanted to go to Sting - but it was her present.

That was it, for 2 months, I planned to take my friend to Motley Crue. The Sting show came and went. Then the night before the Crue concert, she called and said that she couldn't come! I had gone out of my way to take the next day off so that we could go out afterward. So then, I was stuck with 2 tickets to a show that I didn't want to see in the first place.

My husband said that he would go, so we met up in Grand Rapids, parked the cars and walked to the arena. The line to get in already wrapped around the building!

We hopped in line and just started watching. You can't help but stare; it's amazing the kind of people that a show of this nature pulls out of the woodwork! We saw LOTS of really well manicured mullets (they're kind of like Bonsai Trees, you know?! lots of different shapes and sizes. lol.), A ton of Harley Davidson leather-clad people, the classic big haired groupie types (only now a lot older, with more mature ho outfits) and a lot of people that were there for 2 things "drinkin' beer & kicking ass." heh.

The best part of being in line (and almost the whole night) was an elderly gentleman standing out front playing the most beautiful violin music. He had on a simple sweatshirt and corduroys and had a very old & tattered violin case out in front of him, spread open for donations. Man, if I had the chance, I would have rather given him the money for his show. But anyway.

So, we found our seats and resumed our befuddled people watching. If you like to see boobies, this is the show for you. I don't know what it is about the likes of Nicki Sixx (2 x's, of course) and the boys, but they snake charm the titties right out of their shirts! It's amazing.

The stage was set up like a circus tent; strippers in stilleto platforms were climbing around on poles on either side of the stage. I guess they must have been the monkeys from the circus!?

My husband whipped out 2 packages of ear plugs for us to wear for when the music started. I just laughed and thought "how un-rock-n-roll, man." So, I reluctantly put them in.

People from the local radio station went out on stage to inform us that "out of all the states in America, 'the Crue' picked us 'crazy mutha fuckas' to be in their movie for Showtime." Great, now there is documented proof that I actually went to this show! lol. They spent the next 45 minutes riling up the crowd and taking tapes of our staged screaming of "Crue, crue, crue, crue!" Oh my god, this is a twisted dream, right?

Finally the, lights dimmed. Oh, take a deep breath, it's show time! (insert tongue in cheek here.) They came right off the bat with "Shout at the Devil." Right as they started, we got kicked out of the seats we were in. We had been directed to the wrong section and had to move. So, we were out in the hallways moving around and missed all of that song. We got settled in to our new seats, which were actually closer anyway, and resumed devil horned fist pumping. I have to admit, I sickly enjoyed hearing "Looks that Kill" again. But, the earplugs did nothing but make Vince Neil's singing stand out. I realized how much he sucks. I had to pull them out a little so that he was covered up more by the music!

The concert had a break half way through and we decided that we had seen enough. It was pretty fun, actually. We got out in the hallway and quickly realized that it was jam packed with people. It got harder to move and people started pushing. They were pushing so hard that someone around me kept saying "Don't fall down! Don't fall down!" It was actually kind of like being in the mosh pit at Pantera. (I tried that once for fun. I didn't die. lol.) We eventually got shoved through to a spot by the escalator, so we exited quickly.

We walked briskly away to our cars. I drove away thinking "How many of you mutha fuckas are 'old school' Motley Crue fans?!" "Um, all of them?"

My Aura Color

YELLOWS
Yellows are the most fun-loving, free-spirited, energetic, and childlike personalities in the aura spectrum. Yellows are wonderful, sensitive, optimistic beings, whose life purpose is to bring joy to people, to have fun, and to help heal the planet.
Yellows can either be very shy and sensitive, or they can be the life of the party. These playful characters have a great sense of humor. They love to laugh and to make others laugh. Yellows believe life is to be enjoyed. They like to live life freely and spontaneously. With a perpetual smile on their face, they remind people to not take themselves or their problems too seriously.
Yellows would prefer not to work at all, unless their work was fun, playful, or creative. They love nature, and often have concerns for the survival of wildlife and the environment. Dogs are very drawn to Yellows and often become their best friends.

http://www.auracolors.com

Paul Klee's art

Paul Klee

Paul Klee 

Random Dictionary Word

Just now, I put my finger down randomly in my dictionary and the word that I landed on just made me laugh.

Obligato n. Mus. complicated accompaniment forming an intregal part of a composition.

Vanessa 

It Snowed Today

Looking out toward the Lake, it looks more like late November
than it does late April.
Got a couple inches of snow last night.
It's plastered on the trees
and sitting stubbornly on the boat.
Last week it was 80 degrees!

I see little tracks all over from the dog.
You can see where she weaves and circles.

The spring song birds are out there singing anyway.
They are better souls than I
Because I can't think of anything to sing about.

It's all okay, though, because there IS light at the end of the tunnel.
Soon May will be here and the flowers will bloom
We'll be able to sleep with the windows open.

Then I can get caught up on some less muddy dirt road journeys.
Get back to my roots and run the roads and listen to tunes
and think.

Think.
That's what I need.
No people, just me and me.

My kitten Lola says:
fdghujikkloidskjrdfhrhjre
Translation: What we really need is a little more cow bell.

Right on.

Whew, On a lighter Note....

One hungry Bush...

One day George W. Bush and Dick Cheney walk into a diner. A waitress walks up to them and asks if she can take their order. Bush leans close to her and says, "Honey, can I have a quickie?" The waitress is appalled and yells at the President about women's rights and storms away. Cheney then says to Bush, "George, its pronounced 'quiche'."

Other Humans

www.wearelikepeasandcarrots.blogspot.com
www.souporsonic.blogspot.com
www.wtfcanoodle.blogspot.com

........BLAH!!!!!!!!

..............Had a fight last night.
One filled with the jagged little pokes from me
and the normal, expected amount of fucking complaisancy from he.

"Can we work it out?"
"Can we work it out?"
"Can we work it out!"

I don't know!

Got out all of my feelings that were full of "I want to leaves."
They were too fucking well received.
Can't you be mad at me?

Everything I say can be remedied by him changing to meet my expectations of a mate.
Why should you do all of the changing?
Why are you so happy?
Why is it okay to just accept your situation
and not take a hard look at the fact that
you don't spend any time together?

Why don't I want to change?
Why is the path that I'm on
a whole lot wider than yours?
Why is it veering away from a
family life?

Why don't I want to meet you half way?

I put it all away and painted on a new face.
Thought I could enjoy a dinner
But my thoughts started to wander.

Enter the Corner Bar.
Eyes puffy
Head pounding.
Order up an Oberon
and a sandwhich
that I won't eat.

The lights dim,
What's this?
Fucking Micheal Crittenden
on the the accoustic guitar.

He starts to play the harmonica
Singing a song about a man's hands
"Let me see your hands
Such a symbol of determination."
One night away
from Troll for Trout
to play me a song when
I needed it the most.

My mind a blur.
Don't think I can look back.
I don't know what to do
Don't know how to deal.

I am only human after all.

My Name is Vanessa

Vanessa is Greek for Butterfly.

How wonderful to be a free, colorful, vibrant butterfly,
fluttering around in the summer air.
Maybe someday I can just fade away into the breeze.

Nick Drake is cool

I could have been a sailor,

could have been a cook

A real live lover, could have been a book.

I could have been a signpost,

could have been a clock

As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.

I could be

Here and now

I would be, I should be

But how?

I could have beenOne of these things first

I could have beenOne of these things first.

My Grandma's Shirt

Rummaging through my closet this morning, my eyes fixed on a black polyester shirt that once belonged to my Grandma Marge.

A year ago, she gave me her old shirt straight out of her closet. It had been hanging there for God knows how long. It's just a regular shirt with 3 pearl buttons at the top with a butterfly collar.

I decided that I was going to wear it today in hopes of collecting some kind of positivity from the very strong, independent woman who once wore it.

You know, I don't really feel any better, but this second hand shirt is really comfortable and soothing to me.


The root of the problem is that I hide behind other people's words - whether it's poem or song - and never come forward with how I really feel. I tried to depend on a stupid shirt instead.

To expose my intimate self will be the death of me.

But, fuck it, I want what I probably won't get and I crave all the complexity that comes with it.

Life is all about chance and choice. It is a dusty dirt road with ruts and bumps - right, wrong or otherwise, I'm going to live it.

Either way, I have to step out of my life as I know it.

Hmm... Where to start?

Symphony for a Sea Bird

You cannot put a big load in a small bag,
Nor can you, with a short rope,
Draw water from a deep well.
You cannot talk to a power politician
As if he were a wise man.
If he seeks to understand you,
If he looks inside himself
To find the Truth you have told him,
He cannot find it there.
Not finding, he doubts.
When a man doubts,
He will Kill.

Have you not heard how a bird from the sea
Was blown in shore and landed
Outside the capitol of Lu?

The Prince Ordered a solemn reception,
Offered the sea bird wine in the sacred precinct,
Called for musicians
To Play the compositions of Shun,
Slaughtered cattle to nourish it:
Dazed with symphonies, the unhappy sea bird
Died of dispair.

How should you treat a bird?
As yourself
Or as a Bird?

Ought not a bird to nest in deep woodland
Or fly over meadow and Marsh?
Ought it not to swim on river and pond,
Feed on eels and fish,
Fly in formation with other waterfowl,
And rest in the reeds?

Bad enough for a sea bird
To be surrounded by men
And frightened by their voices!
That was not enough!
They killed it with music!

Play all the symphonies you like
On the Marshlands of Thung-Ting.
The birds will fly away
In all directions;
The animals will hide;
The fish will dive to he bottom;
But men
Will gather around and listen.

Water is for fish
And air for men.
Natures differ, and needs with them.

Hence the wise men of old
Did not lay down
One measure for all.

~Thomas Merton, The Way of Chang Tzu

God Willing and the Creek Don't Rise

So you can sell yourself on blue diamonds
Call Vice, it takes a day to explain the crime
You laugh at what the LA Times says about us
But delight at my first try at being sly
Finished the third page
Time for a break
You make a gang sign framing your face
Time for the hard light
Time to get dressed
Good luck, God bless
It feels like this is happening in tree time
I stand up and toast the TV for getting it right
God willing and the creek don’t rise
I’ve got two thousand dollars
And a bulls-eye between my eyes
These chickens are fish in a barrel
And the tall one is gonna be for sale

‘Cause you’re so good at waiting
(It’s about time we took a ride)

~The Long Winters

Wednesday...

I'm nothing special; Just a yard sale collectable.

Before the Blight

The elms stretched themselves in indolent joy,
arching over the street that lay in green shadow
under their loose tent.
And the roses in Mrs. Mix's yard pretzeled up her trellis
with pink Limogoes cabbage blooms like Ruben's nudes.
My lips whispered over the names of things
in the meadows, in the orchard, in the woods,
where I sometimes stood for long moments
listening to some bird telling me of the strangeness of myself;
rocked in the sinewy arms of summer.

~Ruth Stone, In the Next Gallery

Love in a Bubble

I layed there in the dark on the cold cement of the elementary school steps with quite possibly the coolest kyoaty I have ever met. I don't even remember how I got there. It doesn't matter. We laid there side by side, not doing anything but looking at the sky and exchanging words and glances. The unending stream of warm close dialect was a treat to indulge in. The kind of evening and exchange that you dream of with someone, but never find.

"What have I done?" the kyoaty asks with it's beautiful brown eyes. "You have fallen" She replies.

"If I die tomorrow", she longs to say, "I will know what it is like to connect with someone on a level so deep that it hurts." If only the words could make it to her tongue. Some things are better left unsaid. She tried to avoid the complications, but failed miserably. She is left with a snippet of what it is like to truely "feel" someone.

In a perfect world, I would be by your side....

In a perfect world, I could turn back the time.

She is his in her way.

Come My Treasure

I've had enough of sleepless nights, of my unspoke grief, of my tired wisdom.
Come my treasure, my breath of life come and dress my wounds and be my cure.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.

~Rumi

The Only Living Boy in New York

Oh, I get the news I need on the weather report... I gather all the news I need on the weather report... Hey, I've got nothing to do To-day but Smile.

"Trouble" - Coldplay

O no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
O no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
O no, I never meant to do you harm.

O no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble,

Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.

They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.

Take a listen to Amy Annelle

http://www.hushrecords.com/discs/school.html

Over and Over

Promise your secrecy into the microphone into the megaphone,
into the cell - questioning decency under the microscope
over and over then over and out
organise my life over the telephone over my dead body, over my head
tread a fine line between you and your memories
between you and me things are best left unsaid

~The English Beat

The Cat on the Railing

Sometimes life is so weird.

It's a bit like a cat on a railing, teetering between what life is or what life could be. Hopefully, you don't make the wrong move... But how does one ever know? When things seem fine on the outside, but aren't exactly fine on the inside and there really isn't a pressing need to make a change, but your heart really wants one... What do you do?

I don't know either.