Center Line

Got a pack on my back.
Highway under my shoes.

What's yours is yours.
What's mine is mine.

With a mountain on my right.
An ocean on my left.

I'm walking the miles.
I got the travelling blues.

Where are You?

What ever happened to the barker, bearded lady, fire eater, fortune teller with the turban, the giant, rubber man, snake charmer, strong man, sword swallower, the guy who could lie on a bed of nails?

Let me know if you're still out there.

I miss you all.

My Blog

Why the f**k are you reading this blog?

To read my profile, so you know I was born under the sign of Taurus in the year of the Rabbit?

What the f**k is that to you!

There are probably thousands of you born under the sign of Taurus in the year of the Rabbit and to those who weren't there are thousands upon thousands of you born under one sign or another in the year of some animal. What purpose does it serve to know that you're nothing special.

Why do you want to know about my interests! Photography,Painting, Drawing, etc. They're my interests not yours. What about my movies, music and books are you going to watch my movies, listen to my music and read my books? Bullsh*t! I'm not going to watch your movies, listen to your music or read your books; if I have it sure as hell wasn't because of you. Or are you looking for a "connection?" LOL!

I write on my blog for my own pleasure and read it for my own edification not for f**king you! Isn't writing on your own blog for your personal pleasure and edification enough for you? Is your imagination so barren that you can't imagine anymore and all you put out is drivel?Is that why you read what's on my blog to spark your smoldering imagination?

And in spite of all I said you'll be back, won't you?

Purple Shoes

I want to be dressed as a clown at my wake,
with a red blub nose, and a giant painted grin,
dressed in a lime green sport coat and lemon yellow slacks,
with oversized purple shoes, a huge flower in my lapel, as mourners gaze into my coffin,
have my huge flower randomly squirt water in their faces.

I want to leave them laughing!

Reality Street

Seeing-eye man strumming on his guitar.
Blind dog singing along.
Old lady shaking her tambourine.
Oh, what a scene to be seen!
On Reality Street.

One Thing

I Want to know one thing.
I would dare to say.

I taught myself to live simply.

Still it would be marvelous, as soon as I get out of bed,
to never say no.

Random

I just stare out the window not lost in you,
I am not yours.

It's funny how forever never seems to last.
It's an empty feeling that cannot be described.

What to do, what not to do?
I cannot find you, it's very sad.

What the f**k do you know it's in you head!
Just I want something more, something.

Denial

To deny Love is to deny what you are.

Origin of Orange

Originated in Southeast Asia a hybrid of ancient cultivated origin between a pomelo and tangerine.
The word orange derived from Sanskrit narangah "orange tree."

Hanging Out

I've been looking for God in all the right places, but when I get there God is nowhere around so I hang out for a while watching and listening for clues to where God might be found.

Follow me this way, listen to me, so I follow and listen only to find neverending paths and voices with empty words.

So I'll hang out at the bar and maybe God will join me for a drink someday. Cheers!