ruber is rojo, violaceus is blue ooowww, says the husky – the cow says moooo midnight sudoku, cuddles and fights whispered secrets shared in the night heliotropium is red, heliotropium is blue i never imagined a wonder like you the goober you are – the goofy you speak thou art the very soul that i seek
there in hand, on the end of my arm capturing my spark and charm my trusty camera snaps a blink just as i smile and wink clickity, click – aim and shoot gosh i always look so cute fingers tremble, aim and squeeze adoring masses sure to please i rush to update every page notices go out in haste a new selfie there to see yours truly – come see me
i see me, you see me we can all delight in me oh how happy all must be i see, you see, we see me
oh the bliss with each new post strange that i should be the host why don’t others market me market me for all to see bold and bright, i cast my smile for others get to see my smile oh how blessed the eyes that see me, myself and me
common, average, all-the-same fearful, timid, tepid and tame colorless, odorless, mild and dull languid, lifeless, void and null aspire to the wretched brackish abyss milquetoast moribund nothingness middleton middlesome middle-of-road a life amid middles, poured from a mold wade in shallow suburban enclaves sleep in fields of temperate safe sure to find peace, secure in your rest nestled there in your moderate nest secure from different, your sameness assured be prudent and watchful for change is sure uniqueness, an evil sly and covert be vigilant mindful and ever alert for difference lurks not far from your door knocking – beseeching you, open for more hold fast to your passive wavering heart lest cracks in your apathy weaken your guard impassioned indifference lukewarm and bland run-of-mill fare for also-rans plastic, vapid, obtuse and opaque ambivalent, stoic, flaccid and fake normalcy knows majority’s right found amidst the black and white be normal – be nothing and heed my words normalcy always travels in herds
prompts to love one and all pronounced, the lean since the fall from adam and eve, each woman and man from every head and heart and hand so much to fill my heart and head it’s all been said it’s all been said
solomon wrote so long, ago all we need to know – we know advance and grow, a collective feign all that has been will be again so much to speak, silence instead it’s all been said it’s all been said …
My relationships with other Christians have been increasingly tested and strained, as my faith has grown. Where I remain wholly devoted to God through Christ, as my Savior; I have joyfully sought to dismiss and move beyond those elements of my faith that were nothing more than dysfunctional religion. The last 7 years has been a shaking out of so many metaphorical prayer rugs in my life to remove the spiritual dust and plasticity that can settle on one’s faith. This has not always been embraced by other believers where they believed instead that I wasn’t being the ‘good Christian’ they deemed I should be – and specifically how they deemed I should be. I have thus, spent years tasting too many experiences of spiritual condemnation and judgment from the badge-wearing legalistic bat-swingers. I have only recently stopped doing something I have done my entire life. I’ve stopped going to church. Where I long for genuine fellowship with other believers, I can no longer bear to suffer through what is little more than a period of religious observance; including ‘thanks’ to the soul that brought the pecan brownies and the reminder to give generously, as is the will of God. The adage “What Would Jesus Do” that was so popular some years back makes me wince to contemplate, today. I don’t think many in church today would care. I just know I can’t stand it any longer – yet, the scripture of Hebrews 10:25 burns in my mind and heart.
I pray for God to move among his people – beginning with me.
the sun arose, as did i birthed anew i breathed a sigh filled with want and want my quest passions burned within my breast truth to find, love to know seek the good of life to grow tolls were taken with each test being weary, i would rest
hints of wonder met with time hope of good to grow, sublime sweetness tasted, pure and blessed splendid dreams to be suppressed pay and pay and pay more, still moved to stand through prayer and will pushed, punched, prodded and pressed being weary, i would rest
fellow travelers met with miles extended selves with broadened smiles corrupt, the hands that feign caress will to steal and dreams molest tempt my heart to grow askew tomorrow’s promise awaits my view searching takes me east and west being weary, i would rest
there waits a day i’ve yet to meet this day-of-days to surely greet my sojourn here will end, as guest the breath he lent, he’ll surely wrest i’ve lived to long to meet this day aware now, of all i pray valleys long with peaks to crest being weary – i will rest
Interestingly enough – when I searched the term ‘front-man’ – the first link displayed was theWiki link for lead vocalist. The picture to the right side of this page was a shot of Queen in concert. Irony – as I wanted to write briefly about perhaps the consummate front-man,Freddie Mercury.
Born Farrokh Bulsara in Zanzibar, he grew up in a province of Bombay, India. His family moved to England when he was a teen. Stepping into the spotlight as a singer in rock bands, shy young Farrokh took the name (& persona) of Freddie Mercury and never looked back. He would grow to be one of, if not the greatest vocalist rock-n-roll ever produced. What has impressed me as the decades have passed is how he remains a leader at the forefront of a particular position in entertainment; that of the front-man. There have been so many great performers in this category. Not just great singers – but great showmen. Great captivators. Great front-men! I have seen so many wonderful such performers stand in front of a sea of fans and hold, lift and carry these audiences to places of entertainment ecstasy. Elvis, Tina Turner, Johnny Cash, Ann Wilson, James Brown, Steven Tyler – and on-and-on-and-on …
I have never ever seen anyone that could and would take possession of an audience the way Freddie Mercury could and did. Literally every performance was an opportunity for his stage persona to demonstrate that he was wholly in charge. His charm and charisma – his unmatched talent – his raw vulnerability set you on edge. He was completely exposed; and completely and unabashedly comfortable being so. He would seize your attention and never let go. You wouldn’t just be fixed and focused. You were powerless to avoid the ride. A perfect example of this was Queen’s Live Aid performance. The biggest live music event ever was riding along at a pedestrian pace on two continents whenQueen took the stage. Considered by virtually all throughout music as being on the downside (if not done) of their career, Queen took the stage and within a couple of minutes reminded the world of just who they were. The world responded in an evident flood of embrace and celebration. It was clear that rock’s showman – its greatest front-man was standing before them; and you could feel the collective realization from all in a powerful and palpable “oh, yea!”
Queen stepped from this performance into a more global run of success that continued until Freddie’s death. I grew up in the greatest period of such rock-n-roll where genuine legends were defined by their ability in live shows. Looking across the landscape of all this represents – Freddie was the very best.
We went retro this evening and drove about 50 miles out in the country to visit the Goochland Drive-In, in Goochland, VA. We got there about an hour before movie time. The place was full and they stopped allowing people in about 5 cars behind us. The ticket shack said people had been lined up to enter for 4 hours. I still can’t wrap my mind around that. They had a double feature showing of Transformers: Age of Extinction and The Edge of Tomorrow. First let me say, the drive-in experience itself was very cool. We parked my truck up on a hill in the back of the drive-in with a number of others with 4-wheel drives. Parking backwards, opening the rear window for audio and curling up with lots of blankets and pillows was fun. Watching the movie with my Sweetie under the stars was fun. The movie, Transformers … not so fun.
I found myself throughout the movie thinking – ok, that’s a wrap. It’s got to end in the next 15 minutes or so, as the story line was all over the place and 75% of the scenes were literally just things blowing up. I grew numb to all of it after about 2 hours and just sat in stunned bewilderment, as it simply kept going. Nothing about the story line went anywhere in any real manner. Just another stretch of scenes with robots blowing up robots. I know it’s just a turn-mind-off action fun film but OMG it was sub-moronic. It can’t be said, it was so goofy because it’s a kid’s film. The language used was not for kids. No … it was just really really stupid. I’ve seen a couple of the others with my son in years past and they, at least had some manner of character development and story line. This was like someone wrote it during a lunch-break and NO ONE proof read it before actually making the movie.
The film was just under 3 hours long. Had I any idea it was that long we would not have gone. Who imagines a car-robot-alien movie being longer than an hour and a half? Definitely my bad and I will absolutely check next time. The point of the experience however, wasn’t the movie but the atmosphere. You don’t go to the drive-in to see Schindler’s List – so you don’t bother checking run-times for movies you’re not even really interested in. We left after Transformers ended, wondering with amazement how those remaining would endure another 2 hours of blasting alien sci-fi action. To each his own, eh? We’ll go again to the drive-in. It was fun and with the right movie could be even more so. I doubt however, that I will ever catch another Transformers movie, again; and I’m sure there will be more.
I’ve heard from so very many throughout my life that when God closes one door, he opens another. I would reply – “you’ve no idea how hard that 2nd door may be”.
1) I think most instances of souls believing God has closed some door is merely life playing out, as life.
2) I’m confident that their belief will only ultimately bring them closer to God – regardless – if they are sincere in their faith.
I don’t believe that most instances of people seeing pronounced negative circumstances as being the divine hand-of-God, as actually being the very hand of God. I believe most of these circumstances are simply life playing out in the form of lineage-of-biology … fallout-from-choices … the dice-were-rolled. Sometimes, I believe I see God’s divine hand in some circumstance but these are admittedly rare. When I was very young, I believed seeing God’s intentional involvement more often than I do, now; or at least a bit differently. I have simply grown to balance such with much more in the way of careful consideration. It isn’t that I no longer see God’s divine hand of intentional interaction – I simply see it intentionally … different.
I was watching young Isaiah Austin during NBA draft night when I heard him comment in a familiar manner. His many biological struggles were seen by him as being God’s divine interference. More specifically – God’s divine interference … for his unique good, in some manner he had originally overlooked. This perception will serve this young man, well. How, you ask? If he is mistaken about the origin of his struggles, then why would his mistaken ‘blame’ serve him in any progressive way? Because – he will spend the rest of his days trying to understand why God would give him these maladies. He will spend the rest of his life trying to understand why God would “keep him from being an NBA player” … “an NBA star”. This will force him to wrestle with issues most can comfortably dismiss. Most don’t stand on the threshold of such a career; but Isaiah Austin did. He went to Baylor University and performed well. During his time in college, he experienced a detached retina. Playing with one eye as a 7 ft’er – he played well and believed he would have a future in the NBA. Then – just days before the NBA draft – he was diagnosed with Marfan syndrome. Just like that, his playing days were done.
I love seeing this young man embrace the life-long-bleed he faces. He will never have the opportunity to trivialize his circumstances. They will always force him to fight-the-good-fight. His struggles will always force him to consider just who God is. There is no greater blessing in life!
They all go. We all do – sometime. He was 98. A very long life and by all accounts, a full one. He could play so many roles. Timid, mean; good, bad and of course, ugly. He dared to oppose The Magnificent Seven. Each year we say goodbye to another group of very unique souls. This last year saw the departure of Peter O’Toole, Jean Stapleton, Jonathan Winters, Maximilian Schell, Karen Black, Eileen Brennan, Maya Angelou, Mel Smith, Julie Harris, and a host of others. Some far too soon like Phillip Seymour Hoffman and James Gandolfini. Many won’t have any association with these names. That’s the impact of even great fame – much like our lives, it too passes – and quickly. I thought this link was interesting. It contains a list of celebrity deaths by month. I was surprised to realize this, as each page (ea month) is literally filled with a very long list of entries (by day). I have no preoccupation with death. I came to terms with it a long time, ago. So while in no hurry to meet it – I also, have no aversion.
Today – Eli Wallach met death. By all indications, he too was more than ready. He said he found what he wanted to do early in life and gave himself to that – until it was time to go. He lived, he loved and he left.