Standing in front of an empty auditorium

Standing in front of an empty auditorium,
a blank movie screen,
the grand canyon,
naked, hard as a rock,
yet looking down,
nothing.
Looking out at
a blank stare of forever.

There's that quietness,
late, late at night,
that's so comforting
& coldly numb
You hear the distance racing by.
You feel a star's solar wind against your bare skin.
You close your eyes to see better and
attempt to move but
trepidation.

You've locked eyes for ten hot minutes,
wanting,
go in to kiss and
puff!
The moments gone.
Desire never happened.
You're touching that one,
soft part of the inner thigh.
Dared to move up,
asked to indulge.
When you move,
it's like corse bark
on the log left out of the fireplace.
The heat died out and
eveyones been asleep for hours.

Bucketlist advice be damned!
never waste a Boner *cough*
In a lone apartment,
with the trains rushing by,
I grab my resolve,
and I
Scream and Yell!
And I
beat at the walls,
and I
push through the door,
into,
nothing.

It might be a long,
yet likely short,
tunnel where I
and a bunch of
echoing me's
want to go running out
to escape these frigid confines.
But where's the light?
Where's the embrace of knowledge?

I loved!
I fought for the fuck!
I moved from beginning to end with
sprinkles of relationships,
smatterings of emotions,
and for what?
This baby set adrift?!
Damn the torpedo!
Wasted hardons them all.

For as I lay here.
I seek that quiet.
I wish that moments nonmoving
with a bodies emptiness,
and a hardness that's soft.
Now, to share that struggle
might just fill up an empty auditorium
and I'd see more
than nothing.

Been a long time since I Blogged and rolled. That's okay. I had lost the motivation to really add anything here. Life for me seems to move like that. Ideas come, I roll with them for a while, and then just I simply stop. The will is gone. Well, I have a reason to write again and do what I wish to do. Let's see if I do anything with it.

Ping Pong

someone close to me said, "if ping pong is an olympic sport, than foosball should be too."

well, why not?

From the movie, "The Killer Elite"

The 6 P's:

Proper planning prevents piss poor proformance.

If interested in the film, go here: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073240/

My favorite part of "One Last Thing"

The lunatic on the street says,

"When you're born you cry and the world is happy. When you die, the world cries... and you are happy. "

What a cool way to look at things!

Cool poem I read related to the VT shootings

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. -Mary Elizabeth Frye

4 noble truths

in consideration of the buddha's ideas and my humble ignorance, i present this interpretation of the 4 noble truths.

1. Life sucks
2. You make it suck
3. It doesn't have to suck
4. Here is how not to suck

maybe this is accurate, maybe not, but i will continue to contemplate the teachings of the buddha.

smiles!!!

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Happy Earth Day

People will be celebrating by driving their Hummers, protesting Exxon, and eating Buffalo Burgers. No matter what, look around and enjoy. It is the world, great and small, both mine and yours. Here since the beginning and gone when it's over. Simply look within and outside yourself and enjoy what's before you here in the now. Celebrate life, yours, the life around you, and especially the life pulsating under your feet. A great green gift this third rock from the sun :-)

King Kong's meaning

yeap, one more movie remake. i heard last night from the president of the academy of oscar that what matters most in movies is the story and was mirrored by several actors. what i can't understand is why so many movies are remakes? someone said to me recently that a good story is worth telling twice. how true! however, does this formula also hold true in today's block buster mentality? is it necessary to add the latest technological "break through" to every compelling drama, action packed adventure, and spine chilling suspense? consider george lucas's additions and changes to his great epics. what was added to the story line? how was that improved? worthy questions indeed which may be of no consequence when we all frequent the latest and greatest addtion to movie fanfare.

what might be worth noting is the reaction offered up by my 7 year old daughter who never saw the original or 1st remake of the kong trilogy. she saw this scarred, brutish monster of skull island as "cute". she seemed to get the movie and its deeper meanings, if indeed there are any, when she commented on how kong's nose looked like a heart when the nostrils were fully flared. perhaps to her and anyone taking something special from the story, it doesn't matter if there are two or three versions of the story. perhaps it is the story that continues on.

question of the day

Is Curling a sport?

High School U2

Funny what I heard the other day at the high school I work in. This girl asked me if I liked U2. Saying I used to, she indicated that she too liked the band in the past yet now believes that the group particularly the lead singer is a publicity hound. She further stated that "Bono would talk to a cardboard box if he thought that it was paying attention to him." Funny! I laughed quit a bit and just had to post this jem of an observation. Cool beans!!!

Looks like FUN

but he worked at it for over an hour and still hadn't made it out on the gulf

Yes I did swim here!!!

In relation to Jeff Koons

something i heard in relation to Jeff Koon's work; "...it is art, but what difference does it make?"

i do not necessarily agree with the critic's overall view of the artist, yet he makes a valid point. one that might need to be applied to much more than just art but art necessarily.

"What is Art" by Leo Tolstoy

Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on to others feelings he has lived through, and that other people are infected by these feelings and also experience them.