My newest poem

" Albert "

I saw you looking like you should be asking for change of a pound
but you had an ear to the ground.
and paws for consideration because

Surround-sound does not air-brush.

A tail cut short that made the cycle longer.
but we don't want the pound to increase worth when we name you Albert.

Tis prob like a baby's arm holding an Apple!

Dedicated to someone with that memory of the night in bray in mind, (P.S This band's cd is on the way to me from play.com)

A vid/song that I thought 'someone' might grow to like.

Who needs a dentist?

A Spanish proverb I like.

"Habits are at first cobwebs, then cables."

Human-nature

Eat Me, Drink Me

An old poem of mine (Dedicated to someone special)

'One-Two One-Two Zero-Two (12/12/02)

I was running towards a goal,
having a ball with the one I was most fond of,
with confidence and comfort in the side I was on.

And as the yards went on,
I would go longer on the run,
with blissful ignorance that our time together was limited,
even more so when I had a substitute
but eventually the truth becomes one-two one-two zero-two
when you take your ball and go home.

Seven-Year Itch

A poem I like (by James Kelly)

'Dying'

When you were dying
We got closer
I bent down
to kiss your lips and you whispered
"I love you"
And I cried
But you were too ill.
I was afraid to hurt you
If you saw my tears
But you tried to smile
Before the cough
And you tried to say it
"I'm dying"
And you held on to my hand
And it took your dying
to bring us closer

Ah Elliott!

Killer!

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Blanche knew the scoop!

Uh-oh!

"Where The Wild Things Are"

The original Metallica song (1996) that drew me to the famous children's book (Class), that drew me to the film.

My newest poem.

'Bus-Driver'

The elderly are usually on first name terms,
even though they come prepared.
The youth are often the ones to head directly upstairs and to the back,
forcing the extra need to be observed.

From his booth, there is no longer change given.
Conductors are growing scarce.
Baggage is now left at his side, no longer underneath the stairs,
which probably suits the elderly who don't like to see the camaraderie from where there can be found seats of one,
from where there can be found a seat of one.

Driving from terminal to terminal.

A video dedicated to my Dog Albert

A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al



And if ever there was a song that seemed autobiographical right now...



I go to bed real early
Everybody thinks it's strange
I get up early in the morning
No matter how disappointed i was
With the day before
It feels new

I don't leave the house much
I don't like being around people
Makes me nervous and weird
I don't like going to shows either
It's better for me to stay home
Some might think it means i hate people
But that's not quite right

I do some stupid things
But my heart's in the right place
And this i know

I got a dog
I take him for a walk
And all the people like to say hello
I'm used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks
I'm learning how to say hello
Without too much trouble

I'm turning out just like my father
Though i swore i never would
Now i can say that i have a love for him
I never really understood
What it must have been like for him
Living inside his head

I feel like he's here with me now
Even though he's dead

It's not all good and it's not all bad
Don't believe everything you read
I'm the only one who knows what it's like
So i though i'd better tell you
Before i leave

So in the end i'd like to say
That i'm a very thankful man
I tried to make the most of my situations
And enjoy what i had
I knew true love and i knew passion
And the difference between the two
And i had some regrets
But if i had to do it all again
Well, it's something i'd like to do

I always had a feeling about that kid....

When no one is looking.... lol

Piano-stairs

"How does it feel?"

Lonely man meets lonely woman.

A quote I like

A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it.
Albert Einstein

IA meetings photo?

Human Nature

Customer Service Calls to God
By Ryan Garns
Support Rep: Good afternoon. Thank you for calling God. This is Reshawnda speaking. How may I assist you today?
Woman Caller: (Distraught) I-I need to speak to God.
Support Rep: I'm sorry, everybody does. Perhaps there's something I can assist you with?
Woman Caller: M-My father... he's... in a coma.
Support Rep: Okay. May I get your ID number, ma'am?
Woman Caller: What? I don't have...
Support Rep: It's on the back of your bible.
Woman Caller: (The receiver is jostled. Pause) ...56839?
Support Rep: Okay, ma'am. Are you somewhere close to your father where you can also hold the phone?
Woman Caller: Yes. Please, I-I just want to ask God... to look out for my father... and... deliver him from--
Support Rep: Okay, ma'am. I just activated your father. Try him now.
Father: (In background) Mary? What's going on?
Woman Caller: Oh my God! He's awake!!
Support Rep: Is there anything else I can assist you with today?
Woman Caller: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!
Support Rep: You're welcome, ma'am. May I ask you to take a few moments to participate in a brief sur--
(Line goes dead.)

Alice Acoustic, just the way you like them

Maybe the 1st band I was ever a fan of

They're reuniting this year. Would love to see them. (Beatles connection in the song)

A dream I have had quite often

Blind Dream Meaning Psychological Meaning:
If you dream of being blind this may represent your refusal to see the truth. Perhaps you reject something about yourself or your situation. Do you feel that you have lost your sense of direction in waking life? Or are you so bigoted in your opinions that you refuse to see any other point of view except your own? Perhaps your religious experiences are one of 'blind faith' rather than tolerance and spiritual inquiry? Truth frees us from the painful bondage of ignorance. Open your eyes!

Blind Dream Meaning Mystical Meaning:
In mythology Wotan sacrificed an eye in order to get the runes. Similarly the visionary Tiresias in Ancient Greece was blind. Blindness as a mystical dream symbol represents swapping outer vision for inner vision. The dream may therefore represents wisdom and self-knowledge

A poem I came across recently that I love. (Seems to have the same vibe as the song "Every Breath You Take")

'In The Arc Of Your Mallet'
(By Rumi)

Don't go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing I don't see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon,
be that with me. Be the rose
nearest to the thorn that I am.

I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
in the arc of your mallet when you work,
when you visit friends, when you go
up on the roof by yourself at night.

There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street
without you. I don't know where I'm going.
You're the road, and the knower of roads,
more than maps, more than love.

I like Jeff Buckley which led me to this great poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

Gandhi knew the scoop! (Wikipedia)

The Seven Blunders of the World is a list that Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi gave to his grandson Arun Gandhi, written on a piece of paper, on their final day together, not too long before his assassination. The seven blunders are:

* Wealth without work
* Pleasure without conscience
* Knowledge without character
* Commerce without morality
* Science without humanity
* Worship without sacrifice
* Politics without principle

"BLACK GIVES WAY TO BLUE"

Old School!

Very funny song (Couldn't find a version in sync, sorry)

My newest Poem.

'Eye-Contact'

They call it eye-contact.
Well who exactly are you comfortable touching eyes with
and how do you do it without it ending in a kiss?

I’m too old to have an interest in two pupils touching.
It’s soul-crushing!

I have dreams where I am blind
and screaming for sight.

The exit is full of shit
You’re merely entering
but the sign above the door should say ‘exist’.

Good ol JC.

I had SO many nightmares about this guy when I was young!

This new 'Eels' music video knows the deal!

My newest poem.

'Plate-Spinning'

‘U.F.O Sightings’ is being recorded on the television
The batteries in the clocks don’t need changing

Meat is served to the guest’s right

No-one is rushing roulette
The D.J is scratching at the right points

The hands on a steering wheel don’t cross when driving the guests home.
Spot’s anticipating the Sunday Frisbee throw.

Just ONE example of why I think this guy's brilliant with words.

Eminem's new track '3am'
(Lyrics as I heard them)

"You're walking down a horror corridor
It's almost 4 in the morning and you're in a nightmare
It's horrible
Right there's the coroner
waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya
You're a gonner, he's onto ya
Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw you run
All you want is to rest cause you can't run anymore.
You're done
All he wants is to kill ya in front of an audience.

The good aul 'seven deadly sins'! (Part 2)

The good aul 'seven deadly sins'! (Part 1)

Looking forward to:

Looking Forward to:

New album in September 2009.

Sample lyric: "California's all right / check my brain . . ."

Sample Track title: "Your Decision"

An old poem of mine.

" Cigarette-Filter Nipples "

Going to the orange like clockwork.
It's a natural laxative
to filter out the cancer that is inside of you.

I only want one slice
to strengthen the relief!

Upsetting, controversial but epic

Easter

Mwuhahahaha!!!

Looking forward to:

Ned Flanders take on AC/DC. Comic Genius!

New Metallica Vid.

Looking foward to:

EELS
HOMBRE LOBO
12 songs of desire

01 prizefighter
02 that look you give that guy
03 lilac breeze
04 in my dreams
05 tremendous dynamite
06 the longing
07 fresh blood
08 what's a fella gotta do
09 my timing is off
10 all the beautiful things
11 beginner's luck
12 ordinary man

Kanye West

Get used to getting used:
The word used has such a negative conontation but it's not negative, it's to abuse, overuse someone that's negative. To use is necessary and if you can't use someone or be used then you're useless.

The day I tried to find Rathgar Driving-Test Centre with my fiancee & my friend.

Who's the true master?

Iceland rules!

Blue Lagoon Geothermal Resort in Grindavík, Iceland

(Ok, technically this isn't a pool in the typical sense of a hotel pool. But, it is a warm body of water that you have to pay a pretty penny to get into. Therefore it falls into the category of a luxury hotel pool.)

Interesting 'Facts'

St. John was the only one of the 12 Apostles to die a natural death

The Toltecs, Seventh-century native Mexicans, went into battle with wooden swords so as not to kill their enemies.

Before it was stopped by the British, it was the not uncommon for women in some areas of India to choose to be burnt alive on their husband's funeral pyre

Dublin is home of the Fairy Investigation Society.

St Nicholas, the original Father Christmas, is the patron saint of thieves, virgins and communist Russia.

Urine was once used to wash clothes.

The national flag of Italy was designed by Napoleon Bonaparte

Native American Indians used to name their children after the first thing they saw as they left their tepees subsequent to the birth. Hence such strange names as Sitting Bull and Running Water.

Mr. Magorium knew the deal!

(she hugs him)
M.Magorium: (in a quiet sigh) oh, Mahoney…
Mahoney: Don’t go.
M.Magorium: My darling
Mahoney: I’m not ready, I’m not ready for it to end.
M.Magorium: I’m sorry.
(Mahoney sits down a step)

When King Lear dies in Act Five do you know what William Shakespeare has written? He’s written, He Dies.
That's all, nothing more. No fan fare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words.
The culmination of the most influential work of the dramatic literature is, He Dies. It takes Shakespeare’s genius to come up with, he dies.
And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria.
And I know its only natural to be sad, but not because of the words he dies, but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
I’ve lived all five of my acts Mahoney and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go.
I’m only asking that you turn the page. Continue reading. And let the next story begin.
And if anyone ever asks what became of me you relay my life in all its wander, and it with a simple, and modest, he died.

Mahoney: I love you.
M.Magorium: I love you too.
(M.Magorium takes Mahoney by the hands and gets her up to her feet)
M.Magorium: (he sighs) Your life is an occasion…….rise to it.
(he kisses her forehead and walks away)
(Mahoney walks out)
(m.Magorium opens the paper plane case and throw the plane for the last time. it flies around the room turning it into the night, he grabs a chair, places it in the center of the room, and watches as the room changes, then sits down, and says: “Good-bye love”, smiling, the paper plane landing at his feet)

Going to see this band 2moro. Can't wait! Love this song.

They're Back!! (One of my favourite bands of all time)

St.Matthew knew the deal!

On Tuesday March 10th there is a book being released. Reginald 'Fieldy' Arizvu, the bass player in the band 'Korn' tells his story of his life/rise to fame/hard parting ways/addictions/faith and recovery. I'm eager to read it. This extract from The Holy Bible appears in the first few pages of the book. I think it's a great quote

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow is the road that leads to life and few will find it. (Matthew 7:13-14)

Today feels like an old-school Sunday so this song is appropraiate again.

Aul Brooks in 'The Shawshank Redemption' knew the deal!

Brooks: [narrating] Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer". And a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is he's okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun, an, an rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.

A poem and painting of mine.

"Ted Bundy"

He had the looks,
a charming front,
he read the books.
He had the bucks and the love of a woman,
but it wasn't enough.

He had everything it took,
but he needed interest,
and that's what killed him.

In the spirit of seeing the film 'Milk' last week....

Stanley Who?

Going to see this band in a few weeks.

I'll have 900 cc's of CC, stat!!

New Chris Cornell album out on March 10th. I'm pretty excited about it. Although I feared the worst when I heard that Timbaland was working on it with him, 3 out of the 4 full songs i've heard so far are really starting to grow on me, including this one.

Oooooooh!!

Good ol Jesus!

The irony of where I got this photo,

My newest poem.

'Camp Feelings'

Whose turn is it to hold the big stick?

Subject to open fire
but it’s ok if you trust the guys you’re with.

If it sends out signals to others,
you may as well use your objects of desire!

Magnify the Sun’s rays to make the message spread wider.

Going to see this band in April. Should be great!

Life.

Look at the f****** MP3 connection on that!!

By Bob Turek (I think)

2 Poems that I like

Written by Carrie Hart (I think)

'Pride'
(The First Deadly Sin)

The enemy of accomplishment
The hidden viper in the cup of achievement
She bites and takes hold

The crowd cheers
Her teeth sink deeper

The crowd stands
Her venom flows into the veins
Makes the head light

And all the discipline
The commitment
Everything that led to the achievement
Seems nothing compared to this

This rush of pride to the head
This deadly drug that destroys
Even as it feels so wonderful

'Avarice'
(The Fifth Deadly Sin)

She longs for all the jewels in the world
To show she is the most accomplished woman
That she has all the treasure
And the other women have none

She longs for jets and yachts
Mansions and important people at her parties
That she can show the men
That she is equal to their treasures as well

And yet
In her heart
She wonders why it is so lonely in this mansion
After the guests have gone
And the servants finished cleaning

She lies in her bed
Sheets clean and pressed and cold
Tosses and turns
Aches for warmth
And wonders why the rubies and diamonds
Feel so much like ice on her skin

I've fallen in love with this song!

John Frusciante released his 10th solo album yesterday. The song below is featured on it. I refer to it as ' a cover of a George Michael cover of a song by Jeff Buckley's Dad' lol!
Although i'm starting to realise that this is obviously a quite famos song, I never really noticed it until hearing John Frusciante's version yesterday.

I don't read broadsheets or nothin so this helps me.

PURE SOCIALISM: You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all of the cows. The government gives you as much milk as you need.

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

PURE DEMOCRACY: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

PURE ANARCHY: You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your neighbors try to take the cows and kill you.

SURREALISM: You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

2nd time lucky

The first time I bought tickets to see these guys I ended up not going due to an important work night out but 2moro I put things right!

In a week when 'The Wrestler' comes to our cinema, here's a new poem I found on a similar theme.

Wriiten by Philip H. Anselmo
(Frontman for Down/ex-Pantera)

'The Retired Journeyman'

A trained; composed; skilled fist
can strike out at an opponent for only so long
before it connects directly into the hearts of loved ones closest.
A pugilistic dementia reaction of habit
with a system in slow motion.
Done by thirty-three
and bitter about it.
What could have been!
Not a single promise kept.
No limelight.
Golden gloves trophies, colorless ribbons
and lost timelines…
gather dust
next to a stack of unopened mail;
forgotten for months.
Or years.
Bloodstains on a battle tested brain.
A warrior
fed back to the cruel streets unwanted and
left to cope alone
with predictable failure lying await in ambush
ticking like a time bomb inside of himself.
Whether it be nerve-damaged ticks
violent, abrupt outbursts
fists through framed family photos
or bottom shelf tequila—
this man is but a trapped, wounded hero
with torn pride inside.
A sad baggage to heave around
with nowhere to put it,
nor knowledge of how to.
The Retired Journeyman will be remembered
as the portrayal of a man that left his mark
as the loser of boxing matches
by those of us who lived through his losses
and have scorned his name because of them.
But let us take a moment to allot compassion for him
because to remember his name
is to know the unparalleled and oft-misguided courage it takes
to climb through the ropes, and into the ring
with nothing left.
For every champion, they must first meet The Journeyman…
who’s scarred face serves its purpose
and with every punch it receives, it
only serves as a detriment to this man’s health
and further distances him, from him.
Woe to The Journeyman—
a hollow young man
with only directionless; puzzled memories of combat
left on his head.
Bereft of family or friends
sitting quietly in his lonely squat—
uninvited, yet familiar company is kept
and can always be found seated in an opposing corner of the house
in a dimly lit smoker
waiting for the bell to ring
in The retired Journeyman’s
aspiration-dead
imagination.

A big load-shot of memories in the face! (Part 2)

I hadn't seen this video for God knows how many years. I always thought it was very bizarre and for some reason unsettling.

'Connect Four'

There's a vibe I like about how the other 3 RHCP talk about how Anthony Kiedis got into this recording at the end.

Now that;s what I call some good readin!!!

Allegedly, in the 1920s, Ernest Hemingway’s colleagues bet him that he couldn’t write a complete story in just six words. He is said to have been succesful and they paid up. The origin of the 'short-short story' was born.
Although I haven't included Hemingway's story, I have posted others that I like from various people.


I went clubbing. Softest coat ever. —Sean Brogan

Russian Roulette…five clicks… “Your turn.” —Pete Berg

Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket. —William Shatner

Automobile warranty expires. So does engine. —Stan Lee

I came. I saw. I conquered. (Veni,Vidi,Vici) —Julius Caesar

He woke. Sighed. Drank. Drove. Killed. —Yehuda Berlinger

A diet-plan for the new year that's sure to work!