thought - holiday

australia here i come! :) 17 days in the land down unda! RIPPA!!

thought - inspiration

(ĭn'spə-rā'shən)

a . 1 Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity.
2 The condition of being so stimulated.
b. An agency, such as a person or work of art, that moves the intellect or
emotions or prompts action or invention.
c. Something, such as a sudden creative act or idea, that is inspired.

i hope to be remembered for at the very least this one intangible. to make such an impression that you inspire, to relate and be that adaptable that you create.

the next set of pictures are from patrons at my workplace. kids! its a money bonus if you occupy the children long enough so the parents can enjoy their meal. hopefully ill hone this talent from just inspiring children, to inspiring adults.

-ella age 6 to 8. looked up and said "im doing what i like to do, numbers and shapes"



-maya age 5 to 7, when told "dont forget the saddle maya" she responded to me.."it dosent have a saddle, its a wild horse" i stood corrected!




-imdan age 7 to 9 commented on his cool looking hat, and asked if that was him in the first picture. He very politely said "no" but added "this one is megatron tho!!" pointing at the second.





Greg - 25 to 30.. A smooth start, with a rocking ending. long ticket time lead into a free salad and a recovery bowl of soup. during the long wait he called me "dennis the menace" to probably eased the tension..

thought - rain.. in africa

i love the rain, its passionate, its refreshing, its inspiring..

as it has inspired the performers in both following vids.. enjoy

TOTO vs. Perpetuum Jazzile :)



vs.



the intro in the Jazillie version is something original and the inclusion of a beatboxer!..cant beat that

simply awesome!!

thought - poetry in motion

ive recently found an old blackberry with a collection of poems. already posted a few and ill post the remainder hopefully sometime later! they range from all type of emotions ive felt during the phones usage, its boldly dated! ha. so i have been lucky enough to express them constructively through words. and firmly respect those that also have.

with that in mind, the following "letter" is from bridget gray a spoken word artist. that shares a more profound, but similar sense of lyrical emphasis.



i agree with her message and do believe the medium is saturated with toxic messages and wasteful airspace. but hopefully it will recover and take a more positive worthwhile direction. i still appreciate a freestyle fellowship track, or some old school snoop.

thought - jazz right through me

"oooooo!"
you hear that note?
soothing my soul,
dropping it from way, way down low,
"baadummp"
goes the beat matching my "all ears" heart.
"aaaahhh!"
followed by the boom of the vocalists part!
"beep! beep! beep!,"
salted and peppered on the track from the sax man,
play that moody verse just one more time man!
the high hat hits with the way i wish,
the snares dont miss! musical bliss
from my speakers they speak,
cheek to cheek my grin appears to be!
as the jazziest of jazz,

jazzes right through me..

thought - flashes of brilliance

in and out of those shadowy undertones,
never learned the lessons or realizing what ive been shown.
on loan -
wishing for a lower percentage,
love drone -
seeking for a clear cut message.
just now! you see that?
postage already paid,
wonder how? fat chance!
when these feelings made their way.
ignorance within the bliss..

flashes of brilliance.

thought - alone

what is it about me?
that subscribes to a co-dependency,
a need not to be free but still wanting.
to explore and gape multiple landscapes,
only to return again still friends wanting,
i fight with myself,
each blow personally delt and felt
deeply always flaunting,
the task at hand
known to befall bigger and better a man,
standing eye to eye,
all so daunting. duality

thought - breath of fresh air

the decision you make will take you a few
to sink in and make clear of what's askew.
exhale the details of this problem that would,
fester inside you, give strife through,
these recent days.
now breathe in deeply not to cheaply,
all expenses paid in the long awaited break in this haze.
hold a tad longer than usual,
stronger becomes the honesty that sounds musical.
just listen to... the rhythmic
breathing...

thought - food therapy

i smell you calling, the salt, that grease!
seeking you out with no place to hide except in my belly, peice by piece!
perhaps the whole pie? why try and deny,
the cravings thats raving to tell me.
- more items fried!
dont speak of calories or grams of fat, low-carb crap! dont
give me that!
side order of ranch, xtra cheese,
onion rings, easy mustard please.
oh what euphoria food will bring!
my appetite insatiable, my room for the fourth meal capable,

for my.

alcohol therapy.

thought - latenight in the rain

as the clouds whisper about me, and leak their secrets in the crisp night air.
i can't help but remember your warmth of being there.
during a previous drizzle of romance and emotion.
i would use the same kind of cool moisture to carry my love notions.
it was a time when they would soak in deeply and refresh your anticipation.
where your reach for me was rewarding for you and without hesitation.
the only thing that would make you quiver were my promises that caressed your face. taking our imaginations and lifting our dreams to a far off place.
warm days for your taste and cool nights for mine.
given me no particular reason to enjoy your embrace.
while we would kindly unwind.
funny thing i can't ever recall any music playing in the backround,
your voice and laughter were the only enjoyable memories of sound.
next to that soft water splatter on the window pain,
all on a similar,

late night in the rain.

thought - love is..

fragile, passionate, ecstatic, caring, trusting, viral, clouding,

listful vengenace, fine lined, chemicall intoxicating, addictive,

numbing, misleading, fleeting,

sincere.

thought - organic coffee

rich, slow drip, crushed grinds.
behind the awakening of my mind.
unadulterated caffeinated in a corrugated cardboard cup.
self sufficient on a personal mission, hand held, warm to the touch.
not cost effective, reminder of some past electives, always calls my bluff.
morning or midnight, personal jet,
small flight, deny that landing yet?
diuretic everything copacetic.

Pass through liquid.

thought - 420.2 - Carl Sagan

carl sagan! is a person noteworthy for many of things. which now include, a random thought of my own! i urge those who appreciate the world of intellectuals to take a moment and read the wikis.
i recently stumbled upon a article regarding the award-winning 1980 classic television series cosmos: a personal voyage. with my hot date sensimillia. we gawked, laugh, cried, and were equally struck with sagan-like brilliance. finding ourselves on similar journies, riding the edge of our lifted state. and then we realized this guy had to be lifted and on our level.. right?

researching commenced and the results were paid in full after some googling and pandora'n. the excerpt below is from the 1969 personal account, that was used in the publication "marihuana reconsidered" (1971). where he wrote under the pen name of "mr.x" sagan was in his mid-thirties at that time and he continued to use cannabis for the rest of his life.

"the cannabis experience has greatly improved my appreciation for art, a subject which I had never much appreciated before. the understanding of the intent of the artist which I can achieve when high sometimes carries over to when I'm down. This is one of many human frontiers which cannabis has helped me traverse. "

i equally feel the same, and rest assured by most i know, can express a similar appreciation. and if luck would have it, the following short below will have you feeling just like "mr.x" and me, again.

thought - freewrite

i woke up today with the heat of midday barring on me, the stinging brightness of a 45 degree angle into my eyes, i cannot see. the random chimey chime from my phone, focuses my attention and i stumble like a grumpy peg-legged pirate to the nearest loo,. Refreshed and renewed, i dressed for the day and what it might throw at me, stab of sadness reminded me of my lost bicycle. so i changed , and then changed again until my fit found its fit which had me finally walking into the shoes that required the least effort.

two cups of h2o and then two cups of joe, then onto cleaning long forgotten obvious places, and finding buried treasure along the way, coins and gum, followed by my "swagger" two days without it, kept me at a distance from fellow co-workers. my hair product appeared last, finally. freshly washed and now necessary to towel dry. my mock brucelee had its daily waxing.

longhair

thought - diet

struck with a flash of brilliance one day and a mysteries of life happen to unfold before me. my brained swelled a bit and whispered.."proper health is essential!" and on that, my quest to achieve a healthier balance was born!

"everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room, every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person"
-an old indian dude..

a personal favorite!.(cleaning and proverbs - ha!!) since the physical being is mentioned first, we'll roll with it.
without question, its important to have a great foundation! and one simple way to build upon one, is to diet.(the political term "diaeta" is the origin of "diet" which means room) we should be always managing our diet! Im sure your first thought was, tasteless food and smaller portions? maybe?.. but it actually means "mode of life, or way of living". and no doubt eating is a lifestyle.
it takes ultimate control and will power to maintain a healthy food intake, one that is left alone can accumulate clutter within ones "diet". its especially difficult to have one that is processed food free. So we should take the simple direct approach. Perhaps an elimination of just one thing, it dosent seem too hard, right?

lets try - the elimination of corn syrup!...

read the ingredients next time you reach for anything not directly picked off a tree. and im almost fully convinced that it will have corn syrup within it. somethings cant even be considered,

thought - www.2

been a.w.o.l. for the last few nights! staying at my batcave and sharpening my baterangs.saving money for my trip, and sad that i didnt make the trip to s.f. for love parade tonight! as im writing this you guys better be mashing in the circles! i expect a full detailed report from you, eggshan!

another whistful wild wacky thought..




wan, tu, tree!
now thats rock n roll!!

thought - butterfly

pure awesomeness, similar to kung-fu panda status!.. but instead its. "my ears!!.. its too awesome!!!". the unplugged version is equally on point, when i find it online ill link it.. and now... for your listening pleasure, i present from jazon mraz's most current release we sing, we dance, we steal things.. (the lyrics are provided below, with a youtube clip of the song only, the official video eluded my efforts.)





butterfly. - jason mraz: May 20, 2008 runtime -5:00mins

I'm taking a moment just imagining that i'm dancing with you
I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes
You've got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about you
And you have your own engaging style, you've got the knack to vivify
And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like
That's if you crash and spend the night

But you don't fold, you don't fade, you got everything you need
Especially me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

Curl your upper lip up and let me look around
Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down
And bend your back and ask those hips if I can touch
Cause they're the perfect jumping off point
Getting closer to your butterfly

You float on by
Oh kiss me with your eyelashes tonight
Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine
And let's mood the lights and finally make it right

But you don't fold, you don't fade, you got everything you need
Especially me, sister you've got it all
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Mmm mmm Doll I need to see
You pull your knee socks up
Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out
Slide over here, climb into my mouth now, child

Butterfly
Well you landed on my mind
Damn right you landed on my ear and then you crawled inside
And now I see you perfectly behind closed eyes
I wanna fly with you
And I don't want to lie to you

Cause-uh cause I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
You're an open-minded lady, you've got it all
And I never forget a face, 'cept maybe my own
I have my days, let's face the fact here
It's you who's got it all

You know that fortune favors the brave
But let me get paid while I make you breakfast
The rest is up to you, you make the call
You make the call to make my day
In your message say my name
Your talk is all the talk, sister you've got it all

I can't recall a better day
Sun coming to shine on the occasion
Hey sophisticated lady, oh you've got it all

You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all
You've got it all, you've got it all, you've got it all

Butterfly, baby, you've got it all

thought - 420.1

all this blah blah blahbbing and ive yet to spark conversation about any weed references.. without further ado i share with thee a classic sanford and son moment!