To pick the pocket of a Thief

I would like to begin this entry with a turn a phrase that would pick the pocket of a thief. But my mind is black and maybe the best way to begin is to just. My mind is carrying a weigh and such a weight it is. Tired to the point beyond exhausted, and longing of sleep but sleep does not come only staring into the black. The view seen is that which is seen from under eye lids I get no rest and my mind is wild with relentless dreams of delight and deviation. All in the black while I long for dreams I do no control. I am not physicality tired. I only wish to rest my brain because I can no longer tame he beast I have created within. The Tiger I placed in the closet has grown from a cub into an adult and he is barbarous.

It all starts with the innocent sweet dreams of a child. The view is a painting but only the subject has her back turned. I do not see with my eye but with my emotions. I see love. I see thing with out seeing them. I do not have to because I know and love overflows to the point in which I smile for nothing else but overwhelming felicity. The memory ends and the dream begins. I begin to unravel the innocence and place frustration in its place. I dream a dream that will never be. The dream of a alternate failed possibility that I can not seem to put to rest. I have not the tears to shed for such sorrows. I have taken the risk of life before, I know time will pass and so will these dreams.

The memory of the dream helps me continue the search. I know this treasure map will lead to the real painting. I have to keep going onwards for I believe somewhere the subject is the artist and she is continuing onwards her self.

This song got me dancing in my seat! Big smiles to be had.

Maybe you think you lost your vitality? I know your position I have stood in your shoes for sure. But I think what you really lost is something else. What I notice is at times when energy seems a far off land on another planet, is that that all I need is a good tune. I close my eyes smile and wiggle my head and I am there on a privet dance floor going wild. The ship has left its docking station.... Huston we have liftoff! The coarse is set for a crash landing! "not a single mistake in a million key strokes Jerome It is right that you take us to" Planet vitality! And its back full blast pumping in my vanes. I gotta dance!



great video for this mix.


"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQxQbL6q_8w

the tune only.

Fear

I will tell you my biggest fear. I don't care who knows because its almost impossible and will never happen. My biggest fear is being in the middle of space unable to die and helpless.

But thats never gonna happen. But recently I have started to fear people seeing my art. Its ok if im not the best at design. Ehhh I really don't mind all that much. My designs are not me. But I am my art and my art is me we are one in the same. I fear I will not be not be excepted. My soul up on the wall for all to see. But I think its the gamble I need to make. I cant alway hide behind a calm seemingly uncaring exterior. Just some random thoughts.

One Big Circle

Sometimes.... Ehhh you just gotta make mistakes to know something it right. Weird sentence I know. But that is clearly what I mean. You see I moved out of San Fransisco like last June and less then a year later I am moving back. I moved to Florida which can be viewed as a mistake. But in reality it was the best thing I could have done. Florida is a place for rest. I am not at a point in my life where I want to rest. Yes I want a small amount of it. But I do not by no means want to slow down every aspect of my life.

Well the mistake made it clear to me. I mean Florida was great I swam with wild dolphins great place.But, After I left San Fransisco I took a small vacation in Las Vegas to man made. Took a couple of trips to Miami its got weird fun energy. Went back for a day in New York one day but not now you crazy beast of a city. Denver your to clean for my taste. Washington DC your official and I only saw the left side of you but still a lane of traffic just for gov people,,, really?. New Orleans wow you got tons of class even after Katrina...we will talk later. Dallas and Fort Worth was good times Guns and Cow Flesh lol next time I'm around I am gonna stay longer and shoot the guns. I have weighed in on allot since I left San Fransisco. And all the other places that are not major cities.

And the reality of it all is.... You have to be happy inside to be really happy with your surroundings outside.


So you freaky hippy of a transvestite. We are gonna dance for a while and its ok that your different you are what you want to be and I am starting to be the same way. But one thing you can forget about.. Thats me loosing my east coast edge. I will bust you up SON! lol Just kidding. :D