May I let my voice be a clarion call. I will use these words for justice. I will use these words for truth. And humour.

Friday, June 24, 2011


"You Don't Understand... My Dragon Likes Poetry"

A picture from The Reluctant Dragon puppet show at Childrens Fairyland in Oakland.  The title of this post is a quote from the puppet show.

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Black Women are Beautiful. All Shades of Brown, Tan, and White Women as Well

 May you know this in your heart of hearts.  Enough said.

Dark Girls: Preview from Bradinn French on Vimeo.

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A Very Informative Article about how Hemp Growing Being Legalized can Adversely Affect Active Cannabis Growing

This article is wonderfully informative and interesting.  I hope that someday soon, for the planet's sake and the peoples' sake, hemp will be legalized, if nothing else.  It is an amazing plant, that is easy for any person with ten minutes of training to differentiate from active cannabis.

lyrics: "Legalize it, and I will advertise it."  -Peter Tosh 
colors: green, and not sticky. 
mood: okay, agitated. 
chant/prayer/mantra: "Your name, my mantra." -Tracy Chapman 

pax hominibus, agape to all, joel

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Scrap of cardboard for a pillow

Not much more to say except that everybody should have access to comfortable bedding indoors. pax hominibus, agape to all, joel

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011


Fwd: Fw: Wasn't this us ?

A message from the older generation.,
Many blessings,

"Holy is what you do when there is nothing between your actions and the truth."
  -Stayceyann Chin

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Dee Johnson <.....>
Date: 7 June 2011 18:48
Subject: Fw: Wasn't this us ?
To: .....................

This is cute and most of it is from my younger days.   Show to your kids..... ----
Sent: Saturday, June 04, 2011 3:02 PM
Subject: Fwd: Wasn't this us ?


I remember those days, don't you??
A little house with three bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push

To make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall

We only had one phone,
And no
 need for recording things,
Someone was always home.

We only had a living room

Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms

Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set

And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them

With something worth the view. 

For snacks we had potato chips

That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton's onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because

My mother liked to cook
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker's book.

Weekends were for family trips

Or staying home to play.
We all did things together --
Even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips

Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together.

Sometimes we would separate

To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies

With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car.

Then there were the picnics

At the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together

With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball --
And no game video.

Remember when the doctor

Used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend?

The way that he took care of you

Or what he had to do, 
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you.

Remember going to the store

And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe

Or punch in some amount, 
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?

The milkman used to go

From door to door,
And it was just
 a few cents more
Than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters

Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store...

The mailman knew each house by name

And knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed
To "present occupant."

There was a time when just one glance
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make.
They didn't look like turtles
Trying to squeeze out every mile;  
They were streamlined, white walls, fins
And really had some style.
One time the music that you played
Whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five.

The record player had a post
To keep them all in line
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then,

Just like we do today
And always we were striving,
Trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived

Still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
Just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards

Between bicycle spokes
And for a nickel, red machines
had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier
and slower in some ways. 
I love the new technology
but I sure do miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we

and nothing stays the same, 
but I sure love to reminisce
and walk down memory lane.
God Bless Always,
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Friday, June 3, 2011


Lyrics revisited, right side up: "In an event horizon, mining my soul for 100k years"

When I'm not making music, my soul is starving.
My soul starves when I'm not making art.

The hunger inside, it crucifies,
Until there's nothing left but pierced, shredded, hollowed body and bone.
The black hole inside is gravity-defiant,
I can't believe I'm all alone!

But you.... are here.
I'm not alone in this fear.
The original seer.
My faith says you hear.

pax hominibus, 
agape to all,

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Lyrics to "The Song People Talk Through" a.k.a. "185"

A.K.A. "Drill Bit*"

 [A]Every [A]time that I [A]talk to [Asus4]you, [A]I'm [A]five [G (xxx000x)]per[A]cent [D]more... 
(play A chords as bouncing staccato.  hold Asus4 and D)
[A]Every [A]time that I [A]talk to [Asus4]you, [A]I'm [A]five [G]per[A]cent [C]more... 
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh 
[A]Every [A]time that I [A]talk to [Asus4]you, [A]I'm [A]five [G]per[A]cent [D]more... 
[A]Cra - [G]ay - [A]ay -[G]az[A]y. 
Got a [D]tat upon my [D]hide of my [D]crucified baby, hey-o hey-ay. 

 [A]Every time that she [C]whispers i hear a [G]scream 
[A] She says its time to take a [C] drill bit to your [G] dreams, 
And i [D] know it's [A5] on 
Because i [G] only know this [D] one song.... 
...And i'll [A]sing it to [A]you... 

...and i'm [A]singing... 
[D]My hot [D]rod's doing [D]one-eighty-[D]five, 
(I got) [G]Jesus riding, [G]Buddha riding [G]on my [G]side. 
There is a [D]purple el[D]ectric chair [D]up in the [D]sky 
I'm [G]flying hyper[G]sonic and I [C]wish deep [C]down 
You would [C]try to [D]fi - [Dsus4**]ind [D]me.                              (**hammer-on Dsus4, pull-off.) 

...and I'm [A]singing........ 
[D]My hot [D]rod's doing [D]one-eighty-[D]five, 
[G]Moses, Mo[G]hammad [G]riding on [G]my side. 
[D]There is a [D]perforated(percolated) [D]lectionary [D]written in [D]time. 
I'm [G]still just embry[G]onic and I [C]wish deep [C]down 
You would [C]try to [D]find me. 

...and i'm [A]singing, [A]singing, [A]singing....... 
[D]My hot [D]rod's doing [D]one-eighty-[D]five, hey.
[G]Avalokit[G]eshvara's [G]riding on my [G]side. 
There is a [D]purposeful el[D]ection right [D]here in my [D]eyes.
I [G]want it more yo-[G]on-ic and I [C]wish deep [C]down 
You would [A7]try to [D9+5(xx0255)]find*** me.   
***alternately, can walk down from xx0255 to D5, D4, D, D9, D on "find me"

[D]!!   or   [D5]!!

Full alternate title: "Drill Bit: (Amalgamated, Exonerated, Consolidated, Collective-activated, and Recapitulated)"

lyrics: (see above) 
colors: red 
mood: activated 
chant/prayer/mantra: let there be peace, and let it emanate from within each of us. 

pax hominibus, agape to all, joel

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I didn't really have a name for this tattoo when I first got this in 1996.  At the time, a friend of a friend named Birgit recommends her own name which stuck fr a while.  And then Grace, followed by Faith, and now today at CVS I played Harmonica poorly for a woman sitting in a chair waiting for her prescription to be filled.  I  asked her opinion on a diabetes handout I'd grabbed from the counter with some interesting artwork drawn on it.  Then I showed her some pics on my phone of my son, my dad, my spouse and me.  I introduced myself, and she told me her name is Patience. 

New name for my tattoo.  Next up Serendipity, then maybe Love.

T-Mobile. America's First Nationwide 4G Network.......blows in the SF bay area.

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Some poetry...

T-Mobile. America's First Nationwide 4G Network.......blows in the SF bay area.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


Another good look at th light

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