A Divine Catharsis

Surrender and Farewell....

2011-10-29T13:26:00.001-07:00

We argue in circles....round and round...

Where it stops everybody knows...except us...

Even we see it now...I do at least...

We repeat this insanity over and over...

We fight, cry, fuck and get high...lather rinse repeat...

I for one call a truce and admit defeat...

You win...you are 100% right and I am 200% wrong...

Even those odds would not suffice to satisfy the revenge you seek...

I am not the one who did all that to you...some sure but not all..

I try to help you the best I can every time you fall...

And get bit time and time again....your bite is getting stronger...

Your bites aren't play anymore...your banter has turned to rancor...

Your sweet tears of joy I used to kiss off your cheek have turned sour and dry...

The game is over...time to say goodbye...

Adios, see ya later, farewell, goodbye...

Just an update...if anyone's reading.

2011-10-26T11:09:00.000-07:00

Holiday's are coming up and I've moved back to Scottsdale due to lack of funding on the major project I have been working on in LA for the past 5 months. Regroup, recover, get a j-o-b which is not that easy. I have sent out over 1,000 resumes over the past two years and the combination of no 4 year degree, being 53 and not having the cleanest credit and criminal histories hurts me bad. The family trust has been a huge help but funds are not eternal so I gotta do something here quick.

That is all....it will be ok....I eat this kind of pressure for lunch!

Black Pt. II

2011-10-23T10:14:00.001-07:00

Black....

2011-10-23T10:09:00.000-07:00

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh and all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
Yeah
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
(not sure?)
mm-hmm no yeah no
mm mmmm no nonono yeah yeah
we-
we belong
we belong together
together
oooh ooh
we-
we belong
we belong together
oh yeah

Memory Motel....

2011-10-23T10:01:00.002-07:00

I sit here naked upon your velvet sofa with the taste of you mixed with my tears and I know which way I need to go.... We blew it up, stomped on it, spit on it and slapped the bitch around the block more times than most and yet we knew it was time... As I lay wrapped in your arms this morning both weeping softly and avoiding each other's gaze we could both see the light through the haze... It was the very first thing we both have agreed upon since I don't know when yet not a word need be spoken... So long shana punim....I won't travel far...

Living in LA Should Be Purging - NOT!

2011-10-04T01:50:00.002-07:00

Ontario, Late September, By the Tracks, 03:55 AM

2011-09-27T04:14:00.001-07:00

The 03:55 just rolled by and the the borrowed from previous tenants upstairs/end/corner room at the Red Roof shook as she blew through Westward to the docks of San Pedro where I was just last night...."It will folllow the concrete banks of the LA River" I thought....fitting.

She is dying inside me like one of my molars did....a good twinge that takes you to your knees in less frequent intervals, less intensity, shorter duration but still capable of profound pain and audible cries only given as the locomotive passed by in an attempt to stifle them....fuck...gotta wait another hour till the next one I think to myself.

The sun will be coming up shortly after that one...out there over Indio I suppose. Days fly by like the used Kleenex she used to collect on her nightstand. That used to drive me insane as I now wish I had one to dry these tears that come when I think of them...and her. Did she fall asleep in the bath again? I wonder if she's up and if so, is she alone?

Think I'll shave today...maybe even eat. Most days I just don't see the point....but it's time to get busy livin because dying will come along soon enough.

Worthy of Your Self Esteem by Hayden

2011-09-27T03:53:00.000-07:00

Lately you've been so mean, it's guaranteed

Your life's a sweet sixteen at thirty-three

You've had it up to here with both hemispheres

With no one left to revere, you my dear

A scientist on TV, said aliens will be

The big discovery of the Century

And you must be very pleased, this finally could mean

There's someone you can deem, worthy of your esteem

I've blamed myself for years, but it appears

There's nothing I could cheer to stop your tears

A scientist on TV, said aliens will be

The big discovery of the Century

And you must be very pleased, this finally could mean

There's someone you can deem, worthy of your esteem

My own steps in flight....

2011-08-31T04:47:00.002-07:00

Lyrics | Jackson Browne lyrics - Fountain Of Sorrow lyrics

Rounding the Darkside and in the Home Stretch

2011-07-23T07:32:00.001-07:00

It has been said that no man ever really feels his own mortality as vibrantly as he does after his father dies. I am here to affirm this, at least, in my case it hit me like a ton of bricks the second I hung up from "the call" from my sister Kathy this past April 14th at about 3:30pm PST. I gasped for a breath and slowly emoted a low howling cry the a few tears but I beyond exhaling at that exact point in time that the whole process of moaning and crying at this expected news was choaked out like a 4 barrel hit with too rich a blend of nitrous. Days passed with only small waves of total and utter panic that would overcome me at the thought of living out from under the protective shadow of my Father's simple existence. Pop had always been the toughest SOB I knew in real life or in fiction. Nobody was tougher, more obstinate, more instintualy correct about everything he spoke of for he only spoke in facts. He only thought in factual black and white. There was no room for gray areas or colors in his world. It was as if he only had a binary emotional range and even though I saw the colors and gray areas all around his logic from a very early age, I took solace in the certainty of his convictions.

Full Cycle and No Further Ahead Really

2011-06-22T07:10:00.000-07:00

I recently came into contact again with my first love and wife Colleen Hendrick after nearly 30 years of no contact whatsoever and I realized that although I've been in many subsequent relationships since then that I'm no further ahead at understanding women or my love/hate relationships with them.

The Death of My Father

2011-04-25T01:44:00.004-07:00

Image via WikipediaThey say when a man's father passes it is transformational unlike any other loss he may suffer. I'm here writing this 1o days after my Pop passed quietly in his sleep at the age of 89 so it's hard to be angry or think he got less than a full ride in this life for he got extra miles that most don't and he is now in a better place. As I documented in the companion to this blog, "A Caregiver's Silence" I had said my "I'm sorrys" and "I forgive yous" to Pop during the six and a halfs I was his caregiver. I cried off and on the first few days and now it just comes in waves when I see something of his or remember he's no longer with us. It's not overwhelming as I had imagined it would be. I will go to his memorial service and speak about his life and our relationship and probably blubber like a baby doing so but that's ok.

I just miss him.

I Will Buy You a New Life...if only

2011-04-04T00:09:00.002-07:00

First Song - Charlie Hayden

2011-03-19T12:17:00.000-07:00

2011-03-17T04:02:00.000-07:00

Aging in high speed mode

2011-03-17T03:09:00.001-07:00

Getting outta Dodge....Now

2011-03-17T02:52:00.001-07:00

The past 24 hrs has proven to myself that I've truly reached new depths of self degradation as the blur of negative behaviors and associated is like a cacophony of depravity with many old and new characters whom only serve to reflect their own inner pain into mine which doesn't need any assistance at this point. I visited a deadly and lascivious old succubus drug of choice from the past today as I bought myself some grave site bouquets and used them in a back alley room with all light sources card boarded out with a veteran soldier of Ollie North's gift to the ghettos of our land....once the biggest of them all now only a shell of it's former glory much as those left still using it....was a trip down bad memory lane and actually served to only reconfirm that even after a decade or so of dormancy the gorilla's been back there doing push ups all along.

Visited with a new positive and understanding friend who fed me and listened and cared what I had to say which was pure heaven and proof there there is yet hope for a new life so thanks to the tuna wielding bright spot of the day....can't promise anything other than continued mutual admiration at this juncture but you , the critters and meal preparation reviews were all very positive and appreciated.

So a surprising call last night...

2011-03-15T05:18:00.000-07:00

I was wondering could I borrow your car tomorrow?

You mean the one I live in?

One Week Ago This Evening My Life Changed

2011-03-14T20:20:00.000-07:00

I for the first time in my life suffered a brain seizure while at home, no warning, no precursor in my 52 years of living. Rushed to one hospital via paramedics, CT Scans, xrays, liver panels and other tests came up blank. Then I volunteered a history of substance abuse (none in almost a week prior to occurrence) and the entire level of treatment went through the floor at the 1st hospital. So badly was I treated by this ignorant "PA" that I threatened to hurt him if he did not release me "AMA" immediately...more later...very catch as catch can right now living a mobile life now homeless and living in my car, Kinkos and all night restaurants which there aren't many in Phoenix....every notice that? Been one hell of a week.

She Said....for Lisa

2011-03-07T21:46:00.002-07:00

She said "I know what it's like to be dead.

I know what it is to be sad"

And she's making me feel like I've never been born.

I said "Who put all those things in your head?

Things that make me feel that I'm mad

And you're making me feel like I've never been born."

She said "you don't understand what I said"

I said "No, no, no, you're wrong"

When I was a boy everything was right

Everything was right

I said "Even though you know what you know

I know that I'm ready to leave

'Cause you're making me feel like I've never been born."

She said "you don't understand what I said"

I said "No, no, no, you're wrong"

When I was a boy everything was right

Everything was right

I said "Even though you know what you know

I know that I'm ready to leave

'Cause you're making me feel like I've never been born."

She said , she said "I know what it's like to be dead"

("I know what it's like to be dead")

I know what it is to be sad...

Life Before Insanity

2011-03-07T21:42:00.000-07:00

All I see are faces, a sea of faces

Surrounded by the memory of life before insanity

Hard to explain the hunger, if you don't feel it

What I really need is your breath raining on my skin

And I'm so tired, tired of feeling sorry for myself

And I want more

All I feel are clouds, surrounded by clouds

Yesterday's anger is the sadness of today

Our lives were filled with summer and laughter

Now our smiles are grey

Once I held you close, now my thoughts just drift like the wind

Can you feel it, can you feel it

Coming down

And I'm so tired, tired of feeling sorry for myself

And I want more, got me wanting more

Night keep falling, and the wind keep calling my name

All I see are faces, a sea of faces

Surrounded by the memory of life before insanity

Hard to explain the hunger, if you don't feel it

What I really need is your breath raining on my skin

If it weren't obvious to anyone out there...

2011-03-07T19:51:00.000-07:00

...I'm tore up and badly mangled and just made the decision to once again check-in to the VA for medical and mental help. See ya when I swing around the dark side of the moon.

Spring 2011 - This is not my beautiful life!

2011-03-01T12:54:00.003-07:00

The first thing that occurs to one in the midst of a cathartic period of reflection is that they are living some sort of life that is not by choice. Perhaps by initial choice but somewhere along the line the lifestyle takes over on autopilot and after a while the person gets a minute to reflect upon what it was they had indented and compare it to what's currently going on and sees a vast difference almost as if they were walking around, living and experiencing someone else's life. It is only when the two existences become so diametrically opposed to one another that the individual can no longer continue on without a period of deep reflection in order to set a new marker buoy to place out there to set course toward and adjust the tack on their rudder towards the new destination...

Pulp This Is Hardcore Live

2011-02-24T04:42:00.001-07:00

Lyrics | Pulp lyrics - This Is Hardcore lyrics

The Root of My Problems

2011-01-09T09:05:00.000-07:00

There have been several people in my lifetime that upon meeting them for the first time that have recoiled in fear for no apparent reason and I've always just blown it off. Then a few years ago when I was stranded with a broken down car in the middle of New Mexico and old native american woman sat down on a curb and spoke to me as I was washing blood off my grill (jackrabbit) which was a sinister looking black Chrysler 300 with limo tint windows and rims that looked like saw blades that also had two very real bullet holes in the rear quarter panel....I was on the run. Anyway, she walked up to me and greeted me with a pleasant manor and called me a "Dibbick" which I have researched as follows:

In Jewish folklore, a dybbuk (Hebrew: דיבוק‎) is a malicious or benevolent^[1] possessing spirit believed to be the dislocated soul of a dead person.^[2]

Dybbuks are said to have escaped from Sheol or to have been turned away for serious transgressions, such as suicide, for which the soul is denied entry^{[citation needed]}. The word "dybbuk" is derived from the Hebrew דיבוק, meaning "attachment"; the dybbuk attaches itself to the body of a living person and inhabits the flesh. According to belief, a soul that has been unable to fulfill its function during its lifetime is given another opportunity to do so in dybbuk form. It supposedly leaves the host body once it has accomplished its goal, sometimes after being helped.

I don't know but when I'm bad, it's as if I am someone else....