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lost soul

2005-12-27T11:36:00.000-08:00

i once met a man. bound for some island some distant shore. told me he sold his house.. bought a boat. think i'll try and find him!

Forty days in Vegas

2005-05-24T21:05:00.000-07:00

The desert is solitude. A walk through it's rawest form is as close to refining as one called "fire." Try walking interstate 15. A days journey through the driest nevada. What once was mirage... (a hoped for qeunch), now holds the strongest of illusions. Buildings in the sand.. touch it, feel it, bet the flop! Parents promise their kids it's all true. It must be, salesmen from afar once told of all its glory. The blur of neon sits on the horizon. At a time this gave faith to walk on. Now just a captive city of gold. Weary traveler, didn't you read the signs? The last two exits held the desert fathers. Have you come to your own ends? Where else to go when you think your done? The salesmen hid one string. That sandy land; it's sinking has long begun!

Soulless Safe

2005-05-06T20:57:00.000-07:00

The beating drums of war. The sound has sedated an entire nation to the confines of a silent cell. Hype was offered freely and many stood at the doorstep. I could not see over the horizon but as far as I could gaze.. not one tall soldier was marching west. No soldiers no weapons..? Well it’s still okay, after all we did think it true. Day one the aggressors lost the war, day today no one knows what has become. So far what has become is a more defined “(why)?” I’ve heard it said of the lifestyle that most are accustomed to is now requiring resources from abroad. If this is the case I cannot pin this on one man. This sounds more like the creation of the artificial soul. When an empire of false self is built only then are the best armies sent to protect this costly prototype. Even if it means fighting for nothing. Today Iraq is in state of anarchy. It’s hard to see a sound democracy come of what is. All the while Halliburton has never seen so much money produced. Many other profits are cut. The important ones feel the paper bills in their fingers “yup sure is money.” Power is handed down strategically to every waiting delegate. Now the world can finally see who the owners are. All this at the cost of stripping a crippled country bare. Civilians were never meant to bear the burden of a war. In the name of safety and false security the small number of bandits were chased down. In my opinion the bandits were never the real threat. The real threat is the ultimate created being ever so comfortable, safe and secure. It’s a solid steal box that’ll even stop a lightning bolt from heaven. Everything so many strive to become: A self made, super titanium “human safe.”

On Life through the Woods

2005-05-03T13:18:00.000-07:00

If i can't walk by faith; Let me go back.

Not all There

2005-05-02T10:11:00.000-07:00

I turned to speak to God
About the world's despair;
But to make matters worse
I found God wasn't there.

God turned to speak to me
(Don't anybody laugh);
God found I wasn't there-
At least not over half.

-Robert Frost-

Dreamin

2005-05-01T13:35:00.000-07:00

I stand outside the gate of the american dream. It sits inclosed surrounded by stone walls no army can penetrate. I wait my chance to see if it's all really true. A sleek automoble approaches anxious and weary. The iron gate opens for a quick passage. Once the car rolls past the boundries it's steal begins to lose it's zeal. Rust and corrosion sweep in like a mountain fog. In the distance the giant homes are scattered. Some have cracks all the way through, others are desperatly patched hidding the brokeness. A breed of every human compulsion pours onto the city, some call it "invisable rain." Before the gate makes it's way shut i can see a child standing there in the street. With worried eyes and broken teeth, his last once of happiness is enough to wave. The clang of the locking gate sends a shiver down my spine. I turn to walk away but suddenly stop in awe. A massive crowd of gawkers stand in quiet hope. For if their chance should rise one could sneak into the dream. When a man slips in he stands face to face with the child who sees. It's here he's asked the most important question of his existance. "Man" the child says, "who are you?"

Post card from iowa

2005-04-26T10:53:00.000-07:00

this morning was an interesting one. i happened to pick up a hitchhiker who calls himself the "kentucky kid." jane wants to write an autobigraphy on my life he says. the ones in the big suvs call the cops passing at 70 mph stating jacks a threat. jack's been on the road since 1972. people think i want to steal their tv. what the hell will i do with a tv, i can't carry that. jack walks into a truck stop without eating for days. he goes on to ask the guy cutting up a big piece of ham if he could work for some food. the man talks back, "not around here!" and proceeds to throw chunks of meat into the garbage. can the church help? jack asked but they replied "you must be part of this church in order for us to help." his reply to me was qiuet, "they'd probably turn away jesus." jacks has the coolest backpack i've seen and he's eqiupped for this whole country. walk on kentucky kid.

Nailed it

2005-03-27T21:00:00.000-08:00

The world of experience has become the latest fad. It’s become the world of what do I get? Getting married? what’s in it for me? When it becomes time to give and not take how many downsize back into a single life? What the world has become is a reality show of selfishness. What we see is what we want. When we don’t get what we want we move on to the next. This until the unsatisfied craving is temporally subdued. World of.. when will it wake up? Take a look at the planet from a distance, step out of a meaningless existence for a second and just take one look. The way of the human is an endless craving of senses, lets touch everything we can, lets hear it all, taste it, smell it and lets look to no end. Lets get as much as we can take. Here’s a spinner.. “It’s not the life of me I want to live but one I see.” One that is showing me it’s a better life than my meaningless being. It’s sexier, lots funnier and much more exciting. Am I too critical? I don’t know? I do know this.. Divorce rates 50 percent probably more. In all of history I’ve not heard of any society being even close to as obese as ours. Never ever has the world had so many rich greedy bastards. What is it? It’s a question we must all ask ourselves. I’m not seeing much help from such an advanced and educated human race. Hear much about the condition of the human race? We have schools but that’s another selfish medium throwing us right back into a cushy system and leading us to the perfect ends “me.” We have church’s but I see the manipulation goes back again into the god of “me.” To find life find Jesus. Find a stable truth that can give some antidote and use it to fight a little. Throw some decent punches against the world’s illness. Can we stop the planet from this destructive route? As humans I don’t see it but for myself I like to take the simple lessons of esteeming others before me. (may sound like I’m contradicting; bashing people in a meaningless life. Well I try to look at it as a kid w/ cancer, you love the kid but hate the cancer). Educate yourself in what is real, stop your own world from spinning for a minute and examine from a place of no influence. Seek, seek and seek because you will find, I promise. That’s not my promise but one that has the power and proof through all the ages that it’s an unbreakable promise. This Easter weekend I think of the wickedness that was nailed to the cross. Let’s never forget the human condition that was nailed down back then. What comes of that sacrifice? I think it’s safe to say out of that sacrifice comes REAL LIFE!

Strange brew

2005-03-23T21:46:00.000-08:00

this evening i took a stroll down the dark street of existence. the only happening place i found was a bright and inviting place, called the “am i me” pub and bistro. the happy thought of having a pint at the bar got the best of me and forced me into my pre conceived enjoyment. drinks float all around as i make my way to the bar. as i sit waiting to be served the bartress welcomes me by saying, “you look like that actor so and so.” first thing that comes to my mind “hey what kind of place is this?” as i observe i learn that the pint i’m about to enjoy is founded and brewed down the street at the old hollywood brewery. the tap selection here is unlimited. drinks of this movie, that film, this dress, that haircut, everyone gets what they crave. as i catch my first buzz my second thought comes to me, “hey maybe I do look like owen wilson.” this is when I start having a good time. “another beer please.” everyone here’s having a good time no point in leaving this place. no point in walking out of here. who knows what kind of people are out on the streets. let’s just stay in tonight that shows on! as the evening rolls out, this is when i begin notice the lady in the corner is starting to look like barbra walters. at this point i’ve had enough. i struggle to the door and drag myself out of the am i me pub and bistro. as i stumble back onto the dark lonely street my third and final thought hits me hard.. although it's not so much a thought as it is a sudden hangover.

2005-03-21T11:35:00.000-08:00

A man who drinks don perion and one who drinks
indian tap water have this in common: -God made them both-
A spin off the verbs 22:2

Today i read a Bin Laden article

2005-03-15T19:54:00.000-08:00

which led me to this post..

with the recent events taken place over the last few years I try to view the world in different light. on one hand we have the western world stomping through the earth, leaving good sized boot prints. constantly justifying themselves, fighting to protect their image, wealth and selfish well being. They walk on carrying the artillery of knowing best for all. on the other hand we look through the big eyes of an afghan boy, who's only seen the injustice and unfairness of his surroundings. this one could grow up into a bin laden, the only difference is he may not have the money/power to pull off laden's actions. not promoting bin here. to me it seems bin laden's taken the easy road w/ all the power and voice at his command, he's given in to temptation. although the powers behind the so called "freedom fighters" have more than their share of failure. honestly i don't have the knowledge or the comprehension to decipher what's going on in the world. however as an observer i like to place myself on that island of sanity, that non illusive peaceful place. the island is sound and unmovable. the waves we can ride are a constant devotion of new hope and understanding. when the world's fallen this island still stands. put my faith in man? Bush? Laden? Nah i'd rather bury it in the sand!!

Where the streets have no Noise

2005-03-13T21:54:00.000-08:00

i will be one of the first to welcome in the day of silenced media ads. like a walmart greeter I bow to the deflated michelin man, the doughboy who’s been baked and eaten. to the oscar meyer kid who gets promoted to the playground. this is now a place of silence, focus now on the world to explore. could this be heaven?? meanwhile back on planet earth, xm satellite radio corporation is setting up a mother station. with speakers ten stories high they crank out mozart’s 5th symphony. the ambiance is set, the vibrations ring through the atmosphere creating a great melodic background. this for my walk through the city street as i watch store owners in a frantic panic grabbing people by their clothing and hurling them into their only known existence, the store of planet earth!!

Black eyed Blog

2005-03-11T21:51:00.000-08:00

send me back 5 years. all i want is 5 minutes alone time with me. "jay you've got to move your feet a little more. look up and always be ready for the punch. watch for the sucker punch to the face, followed by a blow to the gut, this could leave two or three cracked ribs. brace yourself for the knockout punch. this the one to knock out illusions the world's created you to believe. this hit clears out the dreams of finding that perfect life, the life fantasy you're dying to live. all the coaching i can offer can only prepare you for a sure loss. one more thing, that seemingly unfair opponent who is the very heavy weight champion of the world, sometimes going as 'LIFE' or as 'TRUTH' ends up your best coach indeed."

2005-03-09T16:12:00.000-08:00

The only thing that seperates a heinken from a juke box is a man who'll enjoy the tunes. -Soloman missed this one-

Living in a Land of Giants

2005-03-08T15:15:00.000-08:00

Global food giant McDonalds has proclaimed itself as a self-appointed, self-regulated champion of the debate surrounding junk food advertising to children.

The company has revealed it will introduce a seven-point plan to market itself as a leader in the fight to promote healthy food.

what the big mac?? this is just great to hear. mc d's after years of creating the it's ok to be 100 pds overweight feel and attitude, youre turning your back. first you resurrect the giants of old and now you bring down your judgment. what will become of us?? this is almost like hitler converting to judaism after his whole reign of terror. "hey you jews actually are ok. lets all join hands and chant el shadii." problem is this all becomes the norm, since 90 percent of the world has the memory of a chestnut.

Million dollar Baby

2005-03-05T20:37:00.000-08:00

everyone's must blog a movie at some point. isn't it a pre requisite? it must be just that easy to relate to ones creation played out on the silver screen. you have to love hillary swank's character maggy in this film. this girl is an all around kick ass girl.. ends up kicking lots of ass! the world needs more of these women warriors. ones who fight through the bs of life and come through champions. instead we have "the bacheloret." guess it just makes it that much more satisfying finding that diamond in the rough!
-another good flick clint-

2005-03-03T21:12:00.000-08:00

i spent 2 hours at the airport today catching up with reuben, one of my far off best friends. i can still remember the day reub and i set out to conquer the west. we traveled to a new land with only the tools in our cars and the hope of freeloading off others. we spent a decent time in the west. getting by working carpentry and thus funding our climbing and traveling outings. the lessons we learned, the people we encountered and the amount of ground we covered made this a great chapter of my life. this is part of my book of life! growing up in religion thinking a book of life consists of admission passes into heaven. this makes me think.. i'd like my book to be a best seller in heaven. copies would be flying all around. it may even buy me five minutes with oprah, a real bonus to get the oprah book club sticker. wow suddenly my perception of heaven's not so appealing.
-late-blog

It's official..

2005-03-03T20:13:00.000-08:00

i've joined the world of online journalism! cheech good to be here!