It’s a beautiful thing to do what you love to do for a living
But when you get to do it with the people you love – and the people you love to do it with – well that’s even better
Thanks to everyone who came out and supported us this weekend.
One of my students in Alaska:
“I loved dancing with Rudi. First we made a circle. We had to take turns. I was center of attention. I liked the cool music. Me and Jorens had a dance off. I won the dance off. It was the best day of my life. Rudi did a awesome dance move. I got 39 high fives. I think I am famous now. I was so sweaty but not tired. I loved it. So many people said good dance Joey.”
regardless of what petty points you can pet-peeve at, we all live here
the bus driver working 12 hour shifts 6 days a week that i gave my 2 dollars to yesterday
the politicians, soldiers, and rebels
witches, drunks, fuck-ups, drop-outs and quitters
smokers, thieves, liars, fathers and whores
mothers who adore and those that will leave their babies at doors
that plastic face lady who walks her dog daily only to show off something, maybe
that’s just my perception
kids in detention, love without mention
the man who treats everything around himself as an extension – he thinks…
“shit, if i’m surrounded by vegetarians, artists, people who dress thrift, push smart whips, read books like “the new earth” and shop at whole foods, trader joes and ikea; then i too am like that – except me, please – i will do anything for you”
we are all lost and found at the exact same time that never ends, the perfect balance shifting constantly to end all trends
walking oxy-morons talking on walkie talkies texting our lovers that we love them while they sit in the next room wondering if they made the right choice above them
sad sons, delightful daughters
students, scientist, priests and rabbi’s
enemies and allies
those who oppose the prose of the on-going knowing, knowing thy lie
realize, eyes are only there to stare and see past the tangible glares, not for seeing
you can only see with feeling
touch the taste of fate with a face full of faith and bathe in its believing
the ones that say it isn’t real unless your bleeding
the ones that give it all and don’t give up to keep succeeding
it’s sucks we’re leaving
but “only believers in death will die” mr. williams said into the heads when reading
are you with me?
it’s all just a bag of halo’s and horns
the painfully scorned
my mother, brother and seed guiding me thoroughly through the mud of life until i reach that seabord
cause lady life is fuckin sad, and moping around like a girl’s broken heart i didn’t break, but put up with because i’ve fallen, like her – an angel, with bat wings
homeless families and makers of guns
miners and finders of oil who sell it by tons
tattooed tongues, tykes in tanks who are way too young
the HIV league and the some with cancer in lungs
painters of the sun, dancers of the moon
encounters of the third kind, injecters of the womb
i hear you in the music, and use it when i lose it
this is not an opinion, or a plead
but simply a toast, to “the we”
may life, god, jesus, the universe, spirits, aliens, angels, cosmos, planets, demons, electricity, a collective consciousness, buddha, jehovah, santeria, oshun, yemaya, ganesh, osho, the dali llama, thich nhat hanh, conspiracies, ghost, crosses, demi-gods, saints, music, teaching, dancing, painting, instruments, light, darkness, the all, the nothing, or whatever the hell it is you do or dont believe in, guide you there while taking care of you. don’t worry, it’s all just one big forrest with many paths; and if you get lost, trees will be cut down, mountains will be moved, and skies will light up.
happy new years.
Sunshines freeze; moons swim and swirl
Reality’s insanity, sitting at a vanity preparing for the show
There are two girls surrounding her.
One is Love. She’ll snatch you up, put you in her pocket and say, “I will never leave you”, but does the next day
The other one is Luck; she’s beautiful, voluptuous
Wouldn’t you want to meet her?
She’s usually at the Gut of Life looking for a dead ringer
See there is no moral, only an on going quarrel of sewing ripped seams, cause Life is full of “Up’s and Down’s”, but mostly “In Betweens”
Someone once asked the Dalai Lama what surprises him most. This was his response.
“Man, because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; He lives as if he’s never going to die, and then he dies having never really lived”
And on that note…Good morning. Here’s Icebird’s (RJD2 & Aaron Livingston) new single.