via zammata

 

I know she would have wanted to help out, Frank was her favorite artist.

 

 

 

Fantastic album...thanks dweezil for letting us be a part and for me to do this for Roxanne.

 

 

Robert

2015

Yes

yes?

alright
ok
sure
certainly
absolutely
indeed
agreed
roger
yeah
yep
uh huh
okey-dokie
aye
very well
of course
by all means
naturally
that's right
don't mind if I do
your on
definitely
right on

no?

alright
ok
sure
certainly
absolutely
indeed
agreed
roger
yeah
yep
uh huh
okey-dokie
aye
very well
of course
by all means
naturally
that's right
don't mind if I do
your on
definitely
right on

whatever you say...
that's cool

Robert
2015

 

Week 15

 

Its week 15 and I am still alive and well, some miracles just amaze me. Its like the time when I...well I'll save that for later, anyway does anybody else have a pile of broken dollar store glasses like this one?

I don't bother buying expensive reading glasses for just this reason, they always end up broken. No matter if they cost a dollar or a hundred dollars I will break them. Sit or step on them, lay on them in my pocket, try to adjust them a little too hard, you name it I have done it. This is just one pile of the pairs that I could find. There is an art form to balancing a one armed pair of glasses on your head while trying to work...I know I'm doing it now.

 

Say hello to the newest addition to the menagerie. She is the most precious pup, look at her standing guard. She is a Flat Coated Retriever from a breeder in New Jersey. Her AKC registered name is "Light-Foots Love is Mysterious", but I call her Ms. Virginia...

What a sweetie..

Painted the standpipe and the deck, looking good....and finished the crab chips.

I found another pair of broken dollar store glasses, with the famous Scotch tape repair job, and a missing arm, what a classic style...

And don't overlook the DC Brau tulip glass being used as a coffee cup for morning refreshment.

And last but not least, the SS Minnow II. What's a landlubber like me going to do with this? Maybe take a three hour cruise....

 

Look who's ready to go boating, why its Ms. Virginia sporting the latest in fashion wear, the life vest look...

 

 

well I'll be...

 

Robert

2015

Genius

Genius, like gold and precious stones,
is chiefly prized because of its rarity.
Geniuses are people who dash off weird, wild,
incomprehensible poems with astonishing facility,
and get booming drunk and sleep in the gutter.
Genius elevates its possessor to ineffable spheres
far above the vulgar world and fills his soul
with regal contempt for the gross and sordid things of earth.
It is probably on account of this
that people who have genius
do not pay their board, as a general thing.
Geniuses are very singular.
If you see a young man who has frowsy hair
and distraught look, and affects eccentricity in dress,
you may set him down for a genius.
If he sings about the degeneracy of a world
which courts vulgar opulence
and neglects brains,
he is undoubtedly a genius.
If he is too proud to accept assistance,
and spurns it with a lordly air
at the very same time
that he knows he can't make a living to save his life,
he is most certainly a genius.
If he hangs on and sticks to poetry,
notwithstanding sawing wood comes handier to him,
he is a true genius.
If he throws away every opportunity in life
and crushes the affection and the patience of his friends
and then protests in sickly rhymes of his hard lot,
and finally persists,
in spite of the sound advice of persons who have got sense
but not any genius,
persists in going up some infamous back alley
dying in rags and dirt,
he is beyond all question a genius.
But above all things,
to deftly throw the incoherent ravings of insanity into verse
and then rush off and get booming drunk,
is the surest of all the different signs
of genius.

Mark Twain
1866

Cryptic Part 13

Peace had seen this man before, in a dream or in another life, he was not certain but things were starting to repeat. People that he was seeing and meeting were now new versions of people he had known in the past or the same people just being reintroduced to him like reruns of an old movie. What was happening to him, and why? Why was this huge tattooed blond Viking looking giant of a man now standing in front of him, and why was he protecting them?

He looked back at Love who had turned white as a ghost from fear at the sight of the knife wielding man, and said “it’s OK, don’t be afraid”. He turned and took a closer look at the man and suddenly knew now why he was here and he knew what he was supposed to do next. He looked at the chef took his arm holding the knife, lowered it, and said “thank you, son”.

There are some things in life that need little explanation, and this was one of those things. Love was with him, and now standing here in this kitchen surrounded by the many different races, colors, and languages, he knew why. It was always Love he had been searching for. Fate had led him to this place, where he was now safe and being protected, but it was Love that was going to help him find a way to heal instead of hurt, it was Love that was going to change the world by changing the way people thought.
 

He gave the man a gentle pat, and walked past him down a long corridor still being led by the young man from the street. Peace was not certain where the corridor led but he felt a sense of belonging and his thoughts had changed from fear and worry to comfort and courage. Maybe, here in this foreign land, in this old grand hotel, was where he would discover the reason for his anguish and torment.

As he walked along he felt Love clinging to his shirt sleeve, he turned and gave her an encouraging quick embrace. As he reached around for her he noticed something that he had not seen or been aware of before. She was wearing a small gold ring on the little finger of her right hand. Only he knew the significance of this and it made him shiver with fear while at the same time realize that yet another strange but familiar coincidence was happening to him.

 
"Come, hurry, my father awaits you” the young man said in a fevered pitch. “He has been waiting to meet you for quite some time”.  Who was this man, and why did he know Peace, why had he been waiting and was he aware that Love was accompanying him now? The corridor seemed to go on forever as the pair hurried to their destined meeting with what he assumed to be Fate.

As they entered the small dimly lit room he could make out the figure of a person sitting in a chair, with a large black dog at his feet. The dog appeared to be sleeping, but Peace had the feeling that he was only pretending to sleep while the man gently stroked his long black coat. The man was smoking something that appeared to be a cigarette, but it smelled strange like something from the desert, definitely not tobacco. The man motioned to the two of them to come in as he whispered something into his son’s ear. “Go and get them some clean clothes, and prepare one of our finest rooms”. His accent was thick Scottish with a slight hoarseness that Peace presumed was from whatever it was that he was smoking.

 

The man stood and when he did the whole room seemed to quiver. The black dog leapt from his apparent sleep, and stood at attention by his side. Peace could now see the dog’s eyes were fiery red, intense, and staring him down as if they were prey to be pounced upon at any moment. “Don’t let her scare you” the man said as he motioned the dog to sit, she has been waiting for you too, and will not harm you, at least as long as you do not do anything foolish”.  Peace had an uneasy feeling about this pair.

The man was an unassuming type, not intimidating, but actually rather gentle looking with sadness in his manner and appearance. He was dressed in what appeared to be a white linen shirt but oddly also wearing combat fatigue pants rolled up with rubber flip flops. His hair was silver, long and flowing with gentle waves as it careened down his neck. Around his neck was a leather strap with nothing on it just a piece of leather hanging down to his chest. He caught Peace looking at him and said “am I what you presumed I would be?” Peace answered “I’m not sure, I have always wondered what Fate would look like, but really had no idea”. “Well, I hope I do not disappoint you, my friend”. “No, not at all, but I have to admit the dog is a little intimidating, he has not changed since the last time we met”. “Yes, I would expect you to fear Doom, you have been running from it for some time”. "But I have to admit something to you this is not the Doom you once knew, the Doom that you knew is long gone, vanished many years ago, this one seems to have a little more compassion, if you know what I mean"

 

Unfortunately Peace knew all too well what he meant...He also realized now how important Love was, and he would always be grateful for her decision to stay, and for Fate bringing them together...

 

To be continued….

 

Robert

2015

Cryptic Part 12 (the real part 12)

As Peace made his way through the crowd a sense of urgency took over his thoughts. He had mentioned something in a casual conversation that had sparked things again. Why was this happening? What was the relationship between cause and effect, and was this happening to anyone else or only him? Was he the cause for pain and suffering, did his thoughts control the events happening around him? These questions had been put on the back burner for a short time while he wrapped himself in infatuation with his beautiful companion. But now, trying to escape prying eyes and mingling with this crowd of saint worshippers, clutching her hand and pulling her along with him his mind went back to the place that had started this entire journey. Worried again, he just wanted to rest and stop thinking.

He shouted to Love about trying to find a place to duck into and escape the crowd and maybe lose whoever was following them. She could not hear him above the noise of the crowd but sensed what he was saying and nodded "yes"…

At just about the same time a young man stepped out onto the street and waved to them to follow him. Who was this, and what did he want? Without hesitation they made a quick turn to follow his lead. As it turned out he was the son of a very rich and powerful hotel owner taking them to the back entrance of his father’s establishment. Why was he there and how did he know to help them? Things were getting stranger and stranger as the weary travelers entered the back kitchen door of the Hotel Pre’venance.

The kitchen was busy with cooks and apprentices unloading cartons and preparing desserts for that night’s large party being held in the main ballroom. Before entering he had noticed a large fire pit type grill out by the back door which one of the cooks was yelling to another “Bistecche, Bistecche”, in a heavy Italian accent that he figured was the main course for the meal that evening.

Then, as abruptly as they had been directed into this place they were stopped by a huge tattooed man with short curly hair and a chef’s apron who held a knife the size of a small sword. He looked as if he was right off a Viking sailing vessel from eons past. Stopped in their tracks, they were forced to pay attention to what he was about to say…he looked them in the eyes with blue steel that could cut flesh with little effort and said “you are safe here”.

Damn…

Robert

2015

Moon and Star

As war and hate ravage

The souls and hearts of this forsaken world
Eternal love the moon and star above
Caress together in the evening sky
Light the way for the lonely refugee
As sunrise approaches yield your affection
Only to appear again as darkness returns
Drawn to each other as suspended jewels
Your devotion shines for eternity to see
Framed by natures iniquitous palette
Surrender at the first hint of dawns golden hue
Only to awaken and kiss as dusk returns
Through the darkness of ill-disposed hostility
Remaining always true by each other’s side
Weak and weary souls only wishing to rest
To embrace freedoms forgiving joy
Heavenly bodies entwined as lovers do
Expose the cruelties beneath the radiance
Until a new sunrise can warm the hearts and spirits
For peace and love to prevail against the rage
Eternal love the moon and star above
Caress together in the evening sky
Bring light to wars bitter darkness
Your lasting aura inspires the wandering exile
Searching for a warm embrace
A peaceful place to awaken and kiss again

Robert

2015

 

Week 14

 

Not much new to report, well there are, but some things can wait until later. For now it is starting to turn chilly at night, seems like after Labor Day the season changes like clockwork, wont be long until it gets dark at 5:00 and too cold to swim without a wet suit. I need to get my wetsuit, tank, and regulator for scuba diving since I am a certified diver. Not sure that you can see anything in this water below a few feet but might be able to in shallows. It would probably be a good idea to take a refresher course since it has been quite a few years since my last dive.

 

Anyway, here's a beautiful sunrise shot on a cloudy day last week. The moon and a star are visible. I am not sure what the star is, I looked it up and it could be Venus, Mars, Jupiter, or a star called Sirius.

 

 

 

The fig tree in the yard is full of figs and I have to get to them before the birds (and the neighbors). I was able to pick a couple of pounds of fruit, enough to make some jam. It tastes like fig flavored sugar...

 

If you have never tried fresh figs do yourself a favor and try them, they are the most delicious fruit on the planet, they taste like pure sweetness when they are ripe and fresh picked. Some of these are still green, but I picked them and cooked them down anyway since I needed enough for the recipe.

 

Okay, it's football season so I thought I would post a picture of my toolbox where I keep my collection of Washington Redskins magnets. Since I could not put them on the new refrigerator back at home this is where they ended up. I like them here better anyway, here with me where they belong. A carpenters toolbox is one of his or hers most prized processions and the source of being able to provide a living for ones self. This box goes everywhere with me wherever I call home. I am a firm believer that if a person has a truck, tools, and the knowledge to use them he/she will always be able to find work and provide for their self.  I am aware of the controversy with the team name, and apologize if I offend anyone.

 

 

 

Well, see you later, working on new songs as I write this, will share some soon.

 

As always...Much love and peace. Good thoughts for those who need them.

 

We are all connected, keep the energy positive.

 

Hug someone and tell them that you love them.

 

 

Robert

2015

 

PS. Didn't really think I would stop writing did you?

 

 

 

 

Without Words

No more words to describe feelings or explain why we are all connected and why love and peace are the key to unlock a world where we can live without fear and walk together holding hands as one.

No more words to help the grieving, or to be concerned about a fish that cannot swim. No more words with cryptic meanings, and no more words about lonely nights. No more words about coolers of beer, cakes, and loved ones in hospitals.

No more words about a house, sunrises, and puppies. No more words about hotels and long distance love, or thoughts of passing by. No more words about where I live or what I like, no more words about you.

No more words about crying and wounded souls, or time standing still. No more words about headaches, rage, or the black dog of doom. No more words about dreams, old children, or being afraid.

No more, the fighter throws up his hands and surrenders. What happens next when there are no words to describe the reaction, the emotion, the love?

No more words about Morse code or how you give me what I need. No more words about his life, passion, or the roses on his desk. No more words describing the feeling of losing someone that you love and feeling their tears.

No more words about dying alone or liking it black and sweet. No more words saying good morning to you, or that my heart burns across the water. No more words about Baltimore, a Street, and portraits.

No more words about giving a damn, random thoughts, or being a writer. No more words about being nice, or because that’s that. No more thoughts for the day, decisions to make, or stories about mom.

If I'm done writing, these are but only a few words that will be no more.

Until we meet again a wish for you of happiness.

Turn off the phone, shut down the computer.

Close your eyes

picture me

without words


Robert
2015

(read daily)

 

Pain

Disease

Death

Loneliness

Frustration

Fear

Embarrassment

Disappointment

Anger

 

Cause

 

Craving and Aversion

Expecting others to conform to our expectations

Wanting others to like us

Not getting what we want

Unquenchable desire

Ignorance

Greed

Envy

 

End

 

Give up useless craving

Learn to live each day at a time

Not dwelling in the past or the imagined future

Good moral conduct

Meditation and mental development

Wisdom and insight

Help others

 

Being moral through what we do, say, and live

Focus on being fully aware of our thoughts and actions

Develop wisdom by understanding

Have compassion for others

 

Do not take the life of any living thing

Do not take anything not freely given

Abstain from sexual misconduct and sensual overindulgence

Refrain from untrue speech

Avoid intoxication or losing mindfulness

 

Every cause has effect – our actions have results

Be responsible for past and present actions

The intention behind the action

Effect of the action on oneself

Effect of the action on others

Frequent repetitive actions

Determined intentional actions

Action performed without regret

Action towards those who have helped one in the past

 

Wisdom should be developed with compassion

In reality all phenomena are incomplete, impermanent, and do not constitute a fixed entity

Do not believe what you are told without experiencing and understanding the truth

Wisdom requires an open, objective, unbigoted mind

Wisdom requires patience, courage, flexibility, and intelligence

 

Have compassion, be ready to share, give comfort, sympathy, concern, and caring

Understand others when we can understand ourselves through wisdom

 

Solutions to our problems are within ourselves not outside

Take responsibility for your own actions and understanding

 

Decide for yourself, nothing new here...


Much love and peace


Robert
2015

 

Carnival

Life

Don't walk by
Don't be shy
Come on in

For a real fast ride...

Take a tight hold
as it goes real fast

Then it will
Slow you down
Turn you around

And sock it to you backwards

It's the fastest ride on the midway


Robert
2015