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Aching every single bone, every single fiber, every single periodic element within...the want and desire is there...the ever present and total existence of belonging screams out..
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[Dec. 27th, 2008|05:38 am] |
....in the tradition of my ancestors...and shared by my grandmother....
In the early dawn the figure walks amongst the forest and the newly fallen snow...to some there is silence...to him however the speakers are the woods themselves and the small creatures that The Creator enjoyed watching as they told their stories to the winged ones, two-leggeds and to the ears who would listen........
The snow had been falling for such a long time and its' depth was growing..keeping the nutrient ground awash with those who would find the morsels to keep them fit throughout the days of winter...oh yes, the morsels were there and they did taste good...the hare sat up on his back feet and asked the man what he was seeking...are you hungry? Yes the man said...and I am walking to find the true hidden morsels...the rabbit quickly started to dig with his front feet...Oh no my little friend...there is no need for you to expend your energy for me on this day....but you said you were hungry the rabbit said...yes..yes I did but my food is kept much deeper than your feet can dig....I shall find them in due time...can I walk with You asked the rabbit..yes my friend..come walk with me...cawwwww....cawwww...up in the air sneaky raven called out...I am up here to help you look for what you are seeking..My eyes can see a long way and look for the morsels you seek...I know the remnants of how it looked in the past and the broken branches that were caused before the snow fell...Ahhhh said the man...Yes, you can fly with me and rabbit and use your keen eyesight for what I seek...smugly, sneaky raven's chest was pushed out with pride...yes, he shall be the seeker...the air was then seized by the unmistakable grunt of the bull moose....muuuahhhh....I am here and I am big and my hoofs and antlers can dig deeper than the rabbit...I can find what you are seeking...I can break paths for you that sneaky raven cannot do...my keen sense of smell can smell the fragrance of morsels you seek...laughing out loud, the man sits down and beckons the moose to stand by him...the rabbit scurries to be by his side as well..sneaky raven, his ego bruised by moose's intrusion, nonetheless knows moose is correct..he can do things that he cannot do....but he joins the group and sits atop a branch and listens...
Smoke clouds emerge as the man puffs his cigerette that was time tested rolled as he puts his can of tobacco back inside his coat...the smoke gathers in the air as the man looks to his left...to his right...ahhh...I remember the paths that were tred in a distant time...my feet intermingled with small feet...happy feet and laughter abound as the snow then was truly new as were the young lives...These hills and grounds were sacred with a kinship that was strong...when the snow had melted and twigs and branches emerged, they became sparks of happiness and starters for the fires that were built with little hands and joyous eyes...watching the sparks dance and fly into the day and nights.....the man speaks in almost a hushed voice...a voice that made the rabbit, moose and sneaky raven crane their ears to listen...distant voices from distant time...
The man talked of how those paths parted and there were other paths...within those paths the morsels granting reprise from hunger grew farther and farther apart...he spoke of the hunger that had over time grew more and more and now he needed to hone his skills to find relief from the pangs which held him captive...
What is it that you truly seek asked sneaky raven...the morsels or how the morself became deeper in the snow? Ahhhh...sneaky raven always seemed to sense the quests...You may be right sneaky...tipping his cigarette, and as the ashes fell towards the virgin snow and became dark spots here and there...as the man looked at the ashes, they awoke his senses and sharpened his eyesight...see..the ashes splayed themselves much like the legend of a map...dark splotches which barely imprint their weight upon the snow but nonetheless leave marks which tells of the tale of one who smoked here to the new eyes that come across their patterns in the future...
Listening, the moose had nonchalantly dug an opening in the snow and whiffed the smells that lifted themselves to the air...what do you smell he asked the man...I smell the life of what had been before the change of seasons...the man's eyebrows raised and he nodded..yes, it was true...even though buried under, the smell could always be brought to the present..Rabbit had been using his keen hearing and asked the man if he heard the snap of the twig as the moose had uncovered the snowpacked opening...yes..he had heard it...see? one can even hear the past as it becomes a split second present...
A prism emerged from the tears faling off the mans cheeks..multiple colors...multiple layers...multiple thoughts..
The moose nudged the man...the rabbit, nibbled on the man's foot, and sneaky raven rose up and spread his wings...the man got up and walked again...towards another path...and new imprints..imprints that had but one set of two-leggeds...he reached into his pocket and brought out some bread crumbs...and dropped them...
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| And so it begins.... |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|04:41 am] |
Yes, history was made last night...Obama won in a landslide...quite appropriate description...landslide...the landslide was not the election, but the moving of the land on Turtle Island that has given way to a new way of looking at the world of which we live in. It is my most fervent hope that everyone truly heard...it was not about a black man who has risen above heights that were heretofore not even uttered...it was about reevaluating how we got to this place in time...He broke all the rules...he didn't throw mud, he didn't wage a war of words..he spoke eloquently to the needs of the People..ALL People...the world of which John Lennon wrote about..Imagine...Imagine all the People..living life for today..living life in peace...
Against the backdrop of those who would today still look at him and call him the vile names which AmeriKa knows all too well and sadly keeps under wraps but unleashes those very words in fear, angst, in private, in the "red states" who proudly wave their confederate flags and who still today allow the KKK a presence at their polls...against all of that, the man stood up and acknowledged the differences and still extended his hand...and the very secretly hidden hushed thoughts by many so called ' blue state' reps who applaud the history but secretly whisper the doubts to each other...
Now is the time...now is the time for all to stand up and ask ourselves, what can I do to help, what is there out there that needs my help..who or what is there to be assisted so that there is a success. There are those who can shout out the needs through their music..from the huge concerts or the light fantastic room in Charlestown, MA--spreading the pulse, the fever, the needs of the People and the call to action for all of those who care not for the accoloades but care for the spiritual prosperity we so need in these times post Shrub...Now is the time for those who are fighting hard in school in places like Ashland Ore to communicate the needs or to communicate the lines of We can do it, and Yes we can..I know the older ones who cast their doubts about not only Obama, but the idea that those younger than they can make a difference...a much used refrain that has echoed for time immemorial...but now is the time for change..a change of vision..a change of heart..a change of paradigm and a change we on Mother Earth are screaming out for...the two leggeds, the four leggeds, the winged ones...all need and want the change if we are to survive.
And so it begins...the 'easy part' is over..the hard part begins..rejoice for a day or so as all who have urged and voted for change..now the hard part begins...don't stop...don't stop reinforcing the change...hold everyone to the candle light and flame...hold them accountable that the mandate for change has been spoken and all the revelry is not a short sighted on nor a passing moment...
It is OUR moment in the lifespan to work together...for change..
And so it begins... |
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| Teflon and other slippery items... |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|05:32 am] |
The agenda is set...the playwrites have done their work...the scripts have been jotted down...the playahs are listening to how and when they are to utter their fine tuned words...you know the words..the words that only imprint the paper of which they are written...
just as in the muzak field, where bimbo males and females are paraded up to the stage..and where there are all of the ostriches in the audience and at home, gobbling up their snacks..the snacks that have 98% fat..*tune up Pita's song..fast food*....oh wait...maybe cue up apathy too...or even bring back ya know the creakity ole music of the hippiedom...at seventeen by janis ian...or sky pilot by burdon...what is very evident is that the controllers don't get it yet...the people are still homeless...the girls are still purging their stomachs..the males are still pimpin...the trees still are infested...the keepers of the earth are still looked at as tree huggers...hard to do that with all the clear cuttin.....they forget fossie and her attempts to stop the poaching...the images of our elders counting the pennies, nickles and dimes that was supposed to sustain them...the wondering of which to do first..eat, take medication or have a home...
watching the newfound ameriKan idol posing as a vice president wanna be whom slaughters the landscape in alaska...the wooden soldier that dishonors those who fell....where is he today..which house is he stayin..which house owned by his barbieathon glutton who wears gowns that number at least 4 months wages for some and a yearly total for countless others...change..uh huh...
stop it...just stop it...
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| Community mindness....ehhh...Billy Green is Dead |
[Sep. 21st, 2008|06:24 am] |
On this fall morning...when the darkness has yet to yield to the day's light..and up north in Fairbanks, it is a whopping 31 degrees and strangely enough, I miss those morns when You can see and feel the frost wake the slumbering masses in realizing that indeed, winter is just around the corner when folks "outside" are still enjoying some of the last gasps of summer...
Listenin to one of my favorite singers/composers, Gil Scott Heron and it is almost a haunting beckoning to adjust the lenses of my eyes to what daily transpires. Throughout the maze of a person's pulsing routine of just trying to stay aloft in this sea of humanity, it is not uncommon for the narrowness of the tunnel occurs. I was reminded the other day that in this world-scheme, the varied amount of lifestyles and cultures are not viewed with much notice unless it is thrust into one's face one way or another. Anyone who knows who I am are keenly aware of my posture concerning race, culture and what it can cause in the every day happenings of people. For sure, the Indigenous People have for ages have had to deal with the litany of rationale given by those in charge about how we are seen, dealt with and looked at. The struggle has and continues to be hard and frankly without end in sight. What often happens however is my loss of sight when my own ideologies are absent of seeing outside the box of my own humanity. There are some who are from a multi-cultured family and their sense of well-being is less daunting as they view themselves more as humanistic vs. culturalistic or they appear to blend the two much more easier than I do...much to their credit which hightlights the question that begs to be asked---why can't I or why won't I adopt such a stance in 'my world'?
I find myself almost becoming defensive but then relaxing to the realization that the construct of which I have lived has laid such a path that I have followed and continue to follow which may not manifest itself to being seen as happy go lucky (which I am) nor does it win a lot of support to some who feel my posture is a bit militant or aggresive.
I fondly remember when, as a boy, I worked in the fields, harvesting strawberries and cucumbers..and working with the migrant workers, who I secretly wished I were one of them, as they traveled to where they were needed to bring in the bootie for the growers in the area...I was young...I had fresh eyes..naive eyes perhaps..and at times I wish my eyes could still see as those moments in time...but then things started to happen that I couldn't fully understand but I knew one thing---that I viewed the spewing of 'white folks' who unmercifully and openly scorned my friends...'wet backs'...dirty spics...and a host of other repungnant slurs of humanity...I saw my boy and girl friends who welcomed me to their 'workers quarters' in the morning with my first tastes of home made tortillas and real hot green chilies with scrambled eggs...damn that was good...and then to see my friends cry as the words of destruction stabbed their hearts and spirit...Cesar Chavez was mentioned around the camp and I started, in my young mind, started to understand the struggle of Oppressed People...nevermind that I was not yet in tuned with my itch in my back about the, now slowly reaization of how people looked at me as a Native, Filipino and caucasian...the good ole trifecta...but as my realization and memory started to gel, I remember on my very first day of the 4th grade as my family moved to 'little town AmeriKa" and the teacher announced that we have a new student, who is an Indian, and his name is.....the questions of how living in a tipi is...then my mind went even farther back to my dear friend Tommy Sitting Down in first grade at the caholic school..where we were the only brown skinned (other than my older brother)...and the nun said..You two Indians are dumb and you sit together in the back of the room because neither one of us understood that she could magically give us the xtian names instantaneously and think we should just accept it...
As my life's path continued, my knowledge and lava continued to grow and burn inside and others were aware and avoided this outspoken man...brash...arrogant...angry...uppity...
The circles of life enlightened me to the NIMBY folks out there...who, if asked by a reporter or a casual observer, if their views of minorities were reason to be concerned or were they 'comfy'...."oh my yes...we are all gawds children...I do not see color, I see a human....uh huh...uh huh...
Which brings me around to Billy Green is Dead...feast your eyes...
The economy is in an uproar
The whole damn countries is in the red
Tax and fairs are going up
You say, "Billy Green is dead"?
The government can't decide on bussin'
or at least thats what they said
Yea I heard you, when you told me
You said, "Billy Green was dead"
But let me tell you bout these hot-pants that this big legged sister wore
when i partied with the alphas
what?
Billy took an overdose
well now junkies will be junkies
but did you see Gunsmoke last night?
man they had themselves a shootout and folks was dyin' left and right
At the end when Matt was cornerd i had damn near give up hope
What you? Why you keep on interrupting me? you say, My son is taking dope?
Call the law and call the doctor!
What you mean i shouldn't scream?
My only son is taking dope?
Should i sit here like I'm pleased?
Is that familiar anybody?
Check out whats inside your head
Because it never seems to matter
when it's Billy Green who's dead
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| the anniversary..is that what it is? |
[Sep. 11th, 2008|05:51 am] |
On this day...September 11, 2008, the newspapers and all other media are declaring "the 7th anniversary to 9/11"......I am wondering if it is time to allow the people who lost loved ones to mark this day on their own...instead of the wholesale pimping out of a day that not only marks the events of that day but also the day the AmeriKan people got lost and were sold out.
There can be no doubt the depth of loss and the depth of anger that flows from that day and the following months of wondering how or when a loved one's remains would be either found or their DNA would be identified...
Often the public is thrown into a quagmire or such magnitude of smoke and mirrors they lose sight of the realities of the details surrounding such an event. It is, as Oliver Stone so bravely wrote and directed in JFK and uttered by Donald Sutherland, "we get caught up in the who and the whys, which is all a mask for asking the more important question---Who had the means to do such a thing and who benefits the most"?
It is obvious and greatly lost by the mainstream media and the public at large that the true terrorists were the war mongers on Pennsylvania avenue and elsewhere. The continued financial benefits are right in the public view...just as sick and disgusting as the Republican's vulgar showing of the horrors of that day at their convention...to what end was that display aimed at or for? It was however, a glaringly perfect depiction of who and what the Repugnantcans represent to the world at large.
The people who lost loved ones scream out the questions that are begging to be asked...."Are we, the people of AmeriKa so dispensable to orchestrate such a horrendous event and then hide behind executive privilege?
And now...as the political landscape unfolds, we quickly are thrust into not a democracy that the politicians believe is the best manner of running things and push upon others worldwide...Yes, be like us they cry out...live in a fantasy land that is so over the top of corruption and deceit, your world can be like ours...to have a burnt out "hero" who has grown into a tired old man waving his so called heroism flag before us and thinks that his act should be the primary reason he should be a president.....
and a pimped out governor with an apple 'dude' with the invisible strings attached from behind to utter lies and and distortions...the new world of Gipeto...
I pray for those who lost their loved ones 7 years ago...I pray for the them and their daily attempts at being sane or coming to grips with it as best they can...
I detest the ones who helped create such an anniversary.........all of them...from each side of the pond...
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| Is it ironic or just plain disgusting? |
[Mar. 23rd, 2008|07:31 am] |
Reading the headlines this morning...how China attacks Pelosi for her attacks on China and the Tibetan riots et al..Chinese officials scoff at her and the other 'world police" for the violence and human rights issues associated with China/Tibet...
"Her views are like so many other politicians and western media. Beneath the double standards lies their intention to serve the interest groups behind them, who want to contain or smear China,"
Indeed....a double standard has always been and will always be the standard by which AmeriKa will stand up for..while I do not agree with what is going on in China and Tibet, I will agree with their assessment of Pelosi and the govment of this country...How..How can the self-righteous congress stand up against such incidents when they have for hundreds of years denied the Indigenous People of Turtle Island their rights...taken away their lands, taken away the freedoms they had prior to the Invasion?..changed the so called Federal Indian Law when it benefited the rich and land mongers...for years the World Commission on Human Rights have condemned the U.S. for what is world wide agreed upon definition of genocide?..then because the U.S. would most certainly have to deal with such inequities, they don't pay their dues to the commission?...sheeesh...sweep it under the rug...
Then I get to read the real president Cheney, espouse, A Mideast peace agreement will require "painful concessions" by Israelis and Palestinians who must work together to defeat those "committed to violence,"
Holy Shit Batman...a man who not only is committed to violence with his paper thin veiled profiteering in Iraq...and the wholesale sell out by mainstream media who only initially questioned whether or not he was making money with his Haliburton group...BILLIONS of dollars...made on the death and blood of women, men and children, villages and towns....
It really is not ironic...it is even more than disgusting...it is the most vial and vulgar state of affairs in AmeriKa...
Yes..the mustached one was correct...keep telling the lies and they will believe it...I for one, will never believe it...what is equally vile is that when the shrub leaves office, we...the people will continue to pay..pay over 2 million a day for his freakin protection...add that with the haliburton ghost writer...omg...it is sickening to think of all the dollars that is spent on such actions...
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| anyone for tennis |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|04:41 am] |
Cream....anyone for tennis is ringing in my ears...a nice morning here in the homestead...quiet outside as the clock sways back and forth to each second of the hour..
I have been traveling lately...traveling to those mountains of searches which tower around me as I hike into the valleys of discovery. It is remarkable to find such fine gems glimmering in the sunlight, etching new tablets of verse to read and compose....(fitting that my ears are delighted to listen to "crossroads" at this moment)
One path that I had taken in the past has been rediscovered and redefined...that of culture...ethnocentric flavors have always held me close and for quite some time...but this path is newer or at least to me it is...the cultural wading pool that I have been walking in has only wetted my appetite for more...pockets of culture are abound and somehow are not recognized before....the realization began some time ago and only now is beginning to be more clear...my multiple cultures of which I lived in and likewise lived through...the dense blanket of branches were there, but my acceptance was not readily available to me...the cultures of being a visited father and unrelenting controlling man, who detested control were three factions that not only collided but was highly combustible. the fire that it produced created charred emotions that til this day needs salve to heal...the embers still flare but are much more easily doused by reason and life changing understandings not yet fully deployed but nonetheless shed some shade to the otherwise heat of the mind.
Being the ever present anthropological student of life, I continue to walk up and down the valleys to find the small streams of relief for my parched mouth and mind....observation over time has allowed me to see the world of single parents, children and families who embark on unchartered paths which leave some with rage and others with such visionary understandings of themselves and the world around them.
At this age, I feel as if I have found another egg to crawl into to give me a new essence of rebirth...a cracking of the egg shell to release new energies and a taking away of the clear membrane of eyesight that I had previously only shed partially. The culture of rebirth...or the culture of realization...twin eggs...
as i watch the setting sun of a man whom I have always admired and respected, I have come to terms to the tumbling rocks which had hit us both and detracted from each of our beings...the mayans taught the strength of the sunset..with the natural lithium it produces and I have found a measure of that contentment and silence it promotes. within that sunset however begs me to continue walking to the next sunrise and to keep the footsteps forward...
culture of the spirit and soul...peace and seeking...not combating elements..complementing each other...a new horizon in the forests, valleys and rivers which feed our essence.... |
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| updated songs in the key of life...abridged |
[Feb. 8th, 2008|06:26 am] |
was watching a show of stevie the other day and listening to composers, producers and stevie talk of how this album truly was a fluid story...and as my ears hear "Loves in need of love", it is all too clear that the inhabitants of Mother Earth still have not listened..
there are so many storylines that swirl inside my head as I listen...an often told reportage on this site of how the evolution of the media has created such a holocaust of the soul and spirit in much of this place called AmeriKa...as the shadows of the past cast images upon me, I remember how as a young kid, that amid the silent upheaval of the household, a contrasting feeling of being safe was present...no locks on the door, an expansive 'playground' outside of over 7 acres, rich with fruit trees,grass, natural ponds, man made ponds, huge bullfrogs, a homemade ball field which gave the brothers and I countless fantasies of 'winning the big one' with a blast to the upper decks of any major league ball field, the grey old barn that stood calling out to hit one over the top so we could proclaim we were the best...fast forward to listening to my bro in korea and laughing as he sends a small reel-to-reel recorder so that we could listen to his voice which I missed a lot and then hearing his voice tell mom/pop how to load the recorder...duhhh...hello? how to do it instructions and the only way to get to the instructions were to figure it out in the first place...gawd i remember that so fondly and think of this man who continues to make me smile and know that there is at least one thing I can always count on and at least one person that has not changed so much and has been true to himself...a genius actually...I have learned so much from him---he is probably my most treasured hero in my life...maybe cuz he and I are similar..and have had similar experiences and felt the myriad of emotions that those experiences evoke...
fast forward---faintly remembering how impacts of the television played such a pivotal part in realizing how unjust and foolish the 'nam war was and how my bro had uttered the same as he was in the dmz of korea...his stories of how, on the firing range that launched howitzer shells onto this expansive field and he watched in utter amazement as he saw the 'little scurrying ants' of people grabbing the leftovers of a shell cuz they needed the metal...knowing that they could and did get hit by another shell but needing the metal nonetheless...they didn't talk about that shit on the news...peacekeeping mission...much like 'nam was..much like the present afghan and iraq encounters that are so shaded in so many lies, it blinds you if you allow it to....like the media...they still talk about it as if it were a fight for some misguided and untruistic freedom ..freedom from what? freedom of a soul? freedom of sanity?...freedom of free choice? freedom..now what the hell is that in this day and age...it seems to me that there is nothing but ourselves which we can depend on for freedom as well as define what that is to us and what it means for our well-being...so many enclaves from which it springs...
i listened to the spine's new song yesterday and it was such a great song...he started that composition here in my house and I watched and listened to his freedom...I listen to my great daughter show what freedom means to her as she continually seeks everything that brings joy and happiness to her existence..maybe that is what freedom is for me...listening to those people who mean so much to me...and hear their joys and sadness and hear how and what they want to do to attain something that to others may seem unattainable or distorted...but in their hearts ring freedom...
freedom of turning off the television and its convoluted jibberish called news.....who cares about them...not me
ah yes....the musings of a old guy on a brisk morning and rambling on....freedom at its best |
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| on the eve of thankfulness |
[Nov. 21st, 2007|04:45 am] |
during this time of year, it never fails to amaze me to ponder what has transpired in the past 365 days...it also seems to be a catalyst for the mind to meander over the past 20075 days of my existence as well...jumping from one time zone of my life to another...a quick fast forward or a pause so as not to forget the lessons learned..thankful for the woman doctor, who before it was socially acceptable, was stronger and wiser than the male doctors and stood beside me and my parents..
the historical screenplay that transpired evoked many musical notes to play in the future...the blues, rock n roll, r&b, even some country...hell, classical played a big part as well...the eclectic life of toonz
passages and paths taken are now not looked upon as 'wrong or right'...but rather they are looked upon as growth...sometimes fast growth, sometimes stymied growth...but all growing...
i remember ben telling me or explaining to me that his generation was the truly first generation that grew up with a cpu and how because of that has shaped their lives almost single handedly...and as i watch that unfold and listen to his passion be unleashed, no truer words were ever spoken...
i remember isabel explaining how my visions and expectations were for me and for me alone...such words of wisdom that i did not hear as well as i should have at that time..thank you my dear isabel for such wisdom...it is a gift that i admire and respect...i am still learning my dear and i await your teachings in days to come...you are a natural teacher...
watching the hustle and bustle of people gathering their good for the unbutton your pants day tomorrow, i also watch the people outside with their placards of help please and their want to remember when they were sitting down with some type of comfort..or are still seeking a comfort..and they too are thankful that they made it another day much less a year...
as much as i love sports, it is truly vulgar to see what sports has become...he signs for 54 million dollars for 3 years...150 million for 10 years...sorry you are not all that...then to watch the parents at a soccer game scream at their kids for not doing this or that...or fighting another parent for a bad call...uh huh...so much for having a good time...so much for teaching what is right and wrong..
fondly remembering when my bros and i took the field during summer, after working all day in the strawberry or cucumber patches and playing our butts off so that at the end of the game, everyone would sit around eating those watermelons given by the local store...the 'foes' on the field joined in and we talked trash with a smile and twinkle how they cheated or how we beat their butts...while handing them another piece or them giving us tips on how to beat the next team we would face...nostalgia..yes...but also a window of what being human was and what sports was supposed to be...steroids? couldn't even spell it much less know what it was...
scan the t.v. and see those ads which scream out spend spend spend...diamonds, cars....time to turn the tv off..time to understand more of what is real and not real..yeah...listen to the young kid who watches the tv in a remote place and wonder why they cannot have those things...listen to the cries of those who know not what a tv is...they merely want food...or shelter..or both...third world conditions....hell, third world would be a step up...and nope...not a foreign country...here in amerika...but its okay cuz we can spend the millions on the contract of a sports person...or we can see the nascar drivers and spectators consume the gas like water and then advocate to drill in the oilfields of my home state..or shout out to keep sending troops to haliburton's middle east..uh huh...oh yes...eat your dinner tomorrow and toast...
so much has changed in those 20075 days....and much remains the same...only in smaller enclaves...
we can be thankful yes...but why not everyday...or is it just like 'native american month' or black history month...merely another day off of work?
i am thankful every day for the breath that i have because of that woman doctor and my parents..and all of those who are held dear to my heart and soul...
thank you ben and isabel...you are my pride and joy..every moment i am thankful for what you have taught me and have had the patience to endure my ways of thinking and doing...
and now...onto another 20075 days...what will be said then?
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| what does it mean |
[Nov. 12th, 2007|07:07 am] |
watching the headlines....the deaths in Afghanistan are not as bad as in previous months...
the v.p. salutes the vets during vet's day...
the shrub salutes them at his home in texas...you know the place...where your death sentence is ready for prime time television..
both of them in their warm retreats as the women and men fight and die for what?...haliburton?
it is as if these men and the other war mongrels think we people forget that the start of this 'war' was not only out and out based upon lies but now, as almost 5 years have passed, they now feel even more justified..
but then again the worn out and controlled 'news reporters' sans entertainment moguls dance merrily around and give the public what we all want and beg to know...NOT... who gives a flying f*** about some dim witted blond heiress or a teflon coated drug induced idiot mother singer called spears...
they may have been old...they may have even been a bit out of step..but rather and cronkite and brinkley and huntley told the news...not plastic crap that is on the tube now...
oberman is one of the only ones who reports the news head on..along with anderson
it is a critical time for people to think...
listen carefully to what is being said and what is not being said...
those words were screamed out for years in alaska and not heard by many...until now..when the legislature and good ole uncle ted and ding bat don young are getting ready to be indicted...
these headlines are nothing new....it has happened over and over through time...
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| the silent fall |
[Nov. 2nd, 2007|05:18 am] |
it is the fall that will last this time...the silent fall of the winter's snow...
the snow covers the wastes of the past spring, summer and fall seasons...
it has been snowing outside for a few hours now and as the white bathing of the landscape continues it is fitting to realize what has come full circle...
natures pictorial lessons of seasonal change mirrors the cycle of life...
the buds on the trees that have long bloomed and grown to see years past beside them...
the ole birch tree in front of my bro's place in fairbanks...succumbing to the birch virus of a few years..and now...warms his home with the sacrifice...
the ole cabin..all refurbished with new insulation that was before a hiding place for the cats and squirrels..and now their place of warmth of days gone by is sealed up...they though have found other places to keep warm through the winter dance...a sauna is ready to emerge from an open space in the yard.....so many circles of life have seen and experienced the cabin...each finding new ways or places of warmth...
the silent fall of snow covers the bumps in the road...but we eventually find them....it is knowing where they are and avoiding them that helps the walkers and drivers in the snow...fore to not do so will bring one to either fall and hurt themselves or slip and slide...
and the circle of life continues |
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| carrots, eggs and coffee.... |
[Oct. 28th, 2007|06:53 am] |
Carrots, Eggs and Coffee Beans--
A daughter complained to her father about her life
and how things were so hard for her. She did not know
how she was going to make it and wanted to give up.
She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as
one problem was solved a new one arose.
Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled
three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed
carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he
placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil.
In twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He fished
the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled
the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then he ladled
the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her he asked, "Darling, what do you
see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. He
brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots.
She did and noted that they were soft.
He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After
pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled
egg.
Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as
she tasted its rich aroma. She asked "What does it
mean Father?"
He explained that each of them had faced the same
adversity, boiling water. But each reacted
differently.
The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. But
after being subjected to the boiling water, it
softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile.
Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior. But after sitting through the boiling
water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee
beans were unique, however.
After they were in the boiling water, they had
changed the water. "Which are you," he asked his
daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do
you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee
bean?"
How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard,
but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become
soft and lose your strength? Are you the egg, which
starts off with a malleable heart? Were you a fluid
spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a divorce, or a
layoff, have you become hardened and stiff. Your shell
looks the same, but are you bitter and tough with a
stiff spirit and heart?
Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes the
hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain.
When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes
better. If you are like the bean, when things are at
their worst, you get better and make things
better around you. How do you handle adversity? |
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| walking.... |
[Oct. 25th, 2007|04:05 am] |
It is perhaps fitting that this posting comes after my farewell to MG...
The "Ancestors song" by Robbie Robertson is playing through the headphones...and more ready after that...
it is time...to listen to the wind and heed the voices of those who have crossed over...
it is time....to remember from where the spirits came out to touch me on that summer day...they landed upon my shoulders and sat quietly and spoke....
so many times Grandma has come and talked to me in my tongue and I have heard but did not listen as I thought I had...and now..I hear you..
it is fitting too that my ears are listening to "the Ghost Dance"...again by Robbie..
Wovoka talked to many of the People the importance and reasons for the Ghost Dance....and the People danced...in hopes of having the visions come to be...
then the hotchkiss guns erupted.....wounded knee...sand creek...
hothkiss guns erupt in my mind...wounding and killing those things which are not important....the ghost dance is alive and well...
i was right a long time ago...yet i did not heed the words...
and now, as r. carlos nakai plays his flute into my ears....daybreak vision....it is indeed |
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| Tribute to MG |
[Jul. 12th, 2007|05:24 am] |
It can be still heard in my ears..Hey Ya ole man..how's that cold nasty place where ya live?
That southern drawl echoed in my ears and I laughed as he said, well Judy sounds worse than me ya ole ndn...both of us laughing at our own words and our mutual loving jabs we would take at each other every time we talked.
A friend..My Friend..has crossed over..at midnight my time, the call came from My Sister and she said.."He's gone"
I never met MG in person, but that didn't mean we both didn't care and love each other during our decade of knowing each other via the phone and emails. But within those phone calls and countless words was a man who was endlessly devoted to his wife, children and his grandchildren. He was a man who understood his culture and instilled all that he could to his babies to make sure that they would not ever lose sight in who and what they are.
A man and his family..a family that Loved him in life and love him in death...if there is a better way to leave this life, I don't know what it is..
Oh he could get all riled up and cuss with the best of them...but he would get mad with a reason and for nothing trivial and then in the next breath, send out a voice what was as smooth as the velvet on a new deers antler. A loving man who gave and gave to all of those who he loved without hesitation.
Know this MG...Your time on Mother Earth will always be celebrated by all of those who knew and Loved You..I am and will Always be Your Brother. |
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| rocks in the road |
[Jun. 26th, 2007|06:19 am] |
Mayall has an old song I used to listen to alot when I was younger..and as I listened to it, I imagined walking down that country road as the song described...
Then Q had a song about a man complainin bout walkin with no shoes 'til he saw a man with no legs...
I ain't complainin...but I am walkin down that road with lots of pebbles and rocks scattered in the way as I walk over or on or through the rubble to my next destination.
I remember too when my arm and I were younger and stronger and I used to skip those smooth rocks across the water and yelped with glee when the rock skipped more than 4 times..how wonderful that feeling was..or was it the magic of the rock to be able to skip across the water, totally untouched or covered by the water beneath it?
Sometimes we skip over the water without noticing the depth of the water or sometimes without even noticing there is water beneath us...sometimes we get drenched, other times we start to drown for just a bit..drowning with such a cascade of watered down connections to a thing or a person.
I marvel at the Spine and the curious one for their strength and insight of how to skip on the water so maybe my follies taught them something...lol..
Maybe the man in the sea came to mind as the thought of catching a prize that turned into nothing but a skeleton....skeleton of mind, skeleton of hope..either way, nonetheless a skeleton..
Bones...with no substance...or very little that does not appease the soul... |
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| choices.... |
[Jun. 10th, 2007|06:48 am] |
Damn I have made some bad choices in my lifetime...
I have made some damn good ones as well...
Pondering what or why choices appear to be good when indeed they are not as good as one would believe them to be.
Is it like believing in concepts....as the baby or youngster, with glittering eyes and a good heart awaits the night when Santa comes?...the joy seen in their whole body as they truly believe those jingle bells in the dark and the tiny hoofs on the roof...
As children Santa is THAT day when lo and behold boxes, rich in color, with tightly knotted bows with surprises are within...never mind the politically correct bullshit...kids know joy..kids have the right to be happy, joyous and carefree...
Is the genesis for the type of choices one makes when one realizes that Santa is a man made thing or merely a concept and their hearts break just a little...in realizing their truth was not real?
Are the adults who declare there is a Santa..Easter Bunny..toothfairy and a host of others to blame......
Choices in believing a truism or a concept... |
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| Toxicity |
[May. 10th, 2007|05:33 am] |
The toxic waste borrows into the ground and leaves an invisible glean to the eye...
Eating up what the foliage and nutrients that bring life to the world offer...
slowly the burnt edges start to appear on the leaves...slowly the ability to breath ebbs away like a passing dark cloud...
the stem starts to curl...the brightness that once was there is hidden by the toxicity of its' surroundings...
Nothing...not the watering of the plant...not the different soil added..nothing can stop the lava like invasion of the toxicity of the sickness created by the toxic manipulator...
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DEAD |
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| Happy Birthday Spine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
[Apr. 28th, 2007|06:17 am] |
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Happy Birthday to You...
Happy Birthday to You......
Happy Birthday Dear Benjaminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn............
Happy Birthday to Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love You Son...
I know You Rawked all night in NYC....
Can't wait to rawk and roll with you in Beantown... |
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| without measures |
[Apr. 21st, 2007|06:43 am] |
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...a song without measures...a measuring of the soul tune which sways in my head as deftly as a branch of a willow in the soft breeze in the spring..cascading down around my head are the droplets of rain and the unique rhythms that nature brings out to dance in the air...there is the unfettered and unrelenting pinging of the raindrops that have an extraordinary way of pushing the limits of music...without measures |
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