Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Song of the River Princess

She grew up next to the river with her tribe. She played in it with her brothers, bathed in it with her Mother, hunted alongside it with her Father. The river sang to her from the early morning and through the night.  When she was just a teenager the white man took her away. Took her and her family far far away to a distant land. Between the tears and through the years she would listen to lots of rivers but none of them sang. She searched the mountains and valleys, listened to big rivers and little rivers, but none of them sang.

One day her loneliness for the river became to much to bear, so she began to walk home to the river of her childhood. It took her five years to cover the distance between Oklahoma and Alabama. Then she listened as the river sang to her once again.

-I listened to Rick Hall famous producer of the Muscle Shoal sound tell this story about his Grandmother. It etched a notch on my soul.

Lord God lead my feet back to the river that sings. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Jesus and employment

They said he was a carpenter, but nobody ever mentioned that he wasn't very good at it! He screwed up again!


He hopped around various jobs getting let go for one reason or another. One contractor who thought he was still relevant even fired him because he didn't like what he was Preaching during his free time! A different employer was convinced he smoked pot, but could never catch him or get a "dirty" drop. He is God after all. So they fired him for no good reason.

After his unemployment ran out Mary gave him such a hard time for being a slacker that he was forced to get a job.

 The only one he could get given his Messiah status and all. Minimum wage!
                                       7.40 USD per hour (January 1, 2014)

After taxes, expensis, really made Jesus wonder what he could do with his four dollars that they were to give him every hour?

Thursday, July 17, 2014

My dearest Edward

My dearest Edward,

I searched from the Bangkok titty bars to the Las Vegas brothels for you. Are you that unreckognizable now? And who is this person you think you have become? Did you forget to go find yourself out in the desert? Didnt that work last time?
Can you become recognizable again so that I might find you and together we bring the world to a paradigm shift, the very margins of Paradise forever?
Not one of the things the devil has been telling you about you is true! Did you forget he is the Father of all lies? Did I not tell you this? Go back to the desert now Edward, find yourself and than you will find me. Quit making it so hard on us.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Ebb and Flow

As I sit here in the shell of what was once my home, my body aches and so does my mind, the only thing that keeps me sitting here is the ones who said they loved me. But my soul, my very soul, aches the worst. Worse than my heavy sore lungs, worse than the pounding in my head, worse than the thought that I have to steal again to put gas in the van and feed my addictions. I don't want to answer my phone, I'm afraid its the Veterans Hospital with the results of my cat-scan. I don't need an expensive machine to tell me my days are counting down. I start in the meat department at the grocery store on Wednesday, nothing like being surrounded by carcases of dead animals as a reminder of the fleetingness of life.

Did I accomplish everything I came to do? No.
Is this how I expected it to all end? Yes
Did I dream of a different ending? Of course, I'm from Burbank! Home of fake endings.

I followed love and followed my heart and something deep inside me wishes I had followed the signs marked with logic. I am a fool. "At least I did it my way!" I keep telling myself. There is some comfort in that notion at least.

 A magic carpet used to spread out before me and people greeted me with heartfelt warmth as if they knew I was the Kingdom come. It used to scare me and I would run, hide, anything to turn the tide away from myself. I have read history books, I know what becomes of Messiah's.

Now the tide has turned and the broken planks of a beach town boardwalk spreads out before me. The scarred faces hold hollow eyes between deaf ears that suddenly hear cause I have nothing left to say. It's as if I went from representing Life to representing death.

Ohh what I would give for those glory days now, when I held the crown in one hand, the universe in the other, and lived life in between.

crown drawing by:

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Wednesday, July 2, 2014