End of day review

Paid rent for last week and this week, good till next weds.
Went with Marshaune to the unurban- had some coffee and talked.
We were going to play paddle tennis but he was tired from work so went home to sleep.
Possibly I may go over there to work out later.
I read the Lefsetz letter, made me consider retiring from music, or at least take a hiatus long enough to figure out a way to make a living.

cheap hotel

rather be out on a fancy boat
instead i gotta listen to ya clearin' ya throat

end of day review

tried out for film in hollywood
bought mangos bananas trail mix apple at sunset / vine t joes
veggie burger at fatburger sm blvd
whole foods sm/ fairfax
bus back

I remember her caring

I remember her caring
about me, about the others
and adventure
she always
used words
thinking and then speaking.
I remember her diving in the cold cold water
and coming up with crawdads
that we later ate!
enthusiasm
a voice never stifled
i remember her caring
now she is
a poet.

THE GOD OF THE BIBLE IS NOT LORD OF THE COSMOS

In reality
There are no rules
But consequences come
For those that act like fools
There is an energetic wall
We are allowed to tap into.
A source
For all who hunger.
The god of the bible hints at this
Then steps away from grace
Leaving a punk rock tale of confusion
And developmentally delayed prophets chasing tails.
To fare well in the game
Is not to obey every single commandment
Without thought
Blindly stumbling on down a deceiving isle
And spitting against the winds
Sometimes life is all about contradictions
And the only laws to follow
Are the laws of the heart.

Beginner's mind

POETRY FROM A BEGINNING MIND
THE INABILITY TO ASK
Has become
The monster
In my closet
Gazing at the wall
Hoping and dreaming
That she will read my thoughts
That they will hear my cries
And interrupt with me with a dollar
Or a kiss
This poverty engulfs my soul
And it’s worse then yours
Or so it feels
Worse then anyones
The starving
Infidels
Bandits
At least have a weapon
They shall not hesitate to use
My weapon is belief
That is all but dried up
Like clothes hanging naked
In the overwhelming sun

Work!!

I LONG TO BE A GOOD WORKER
When you’re a good worker
Nobody cares what your resume looks like
Or what is on your social media sites
Or how many months you’ve been unemployed
I long to work like the mexican man in my building
Drilling holes in the wall
With a smile on his face
Is he seeing something
Us heavy hearted gringos are missing
I saw two garbagemen in amsterdam
Jogging down the street
Picking up
Trashbags and slinging them over their shoulder
Hopping onto the truck
And back into the street again
My favorite job was working at an airport
Hoisting baggage into planes
Why did that feel so useful?
Chopping tomatoes and onions at a restaurant
Manual labor wouldn’t be so bad
If you didn’t have to do it full time to survive

pennies

A PENNY FOR MY THOUGHTS
Everybody wants to be paid for their brilliance.
Including me, I’m no different.
Because money is nothing but colors anyway.
Light and sound
Why must i do anything but have a great time to get paid?
But according to many the world is not that way.
We must suffer in sorrow
For a better tomorrow
I’ve been an unemployed bum for almost 2 years now.
Living on 133 bucks a week
In this city of camera angles
I have been told i should write a book
Would anyone buy it?
I’ll write the book if i get a guarantee.
No more working for nothing, not me.
We should all be paid for talent
We should all just sing for our supper
“if it was that easy everyone would be doing it.”
Nobody said it was easy
But anything that’s been done before
Can be done again.

I could live on nothing

if i didn't need to eat
i could live on nothing
if i didn't need to sleep
if i didn't need to love
forgive
to have something to give

zakarah and ocean

ZAKARAH AND OCEAN LIVE OUT BY THE OCEAN
Santa monica a mile away from the promenade
He wants to be a detective!
She thinks he could be a star?
He listens to led zeppelin
Thinking about learnin’ to play........
She blinks at me and she says
She’s just a good girl
She turn around and says
“I don’t do that anymore”
She doesn’t want her little baby to know
She had too much fun.
Too much!
Fun!
“we’re gonna go back to london town
Where we’re originally from!
But then we’ll come back in a little while
Sit and soak up the warm santa monica sun.”
Solo
zakarAh and ocean
are staying out out by the ocean
three blocks or maybe 4 out in goa
the arabian shore! the arabian shore! the arabian shore! the arabian shore!
PEOPLE ARE BETTING THE GOLD’S WHAT YOUR WORTH
and you still look pretty young
And only you know why you are on this earth
Instant karma
From the moment
You popped out of your .........mom!