THAT GIRL IN GREEN

Perfect. Photographic illusion.
Burning faded records in the dark
A flash. Back.
Living the last sunset in the distance
The creature rises with colored wings,
Fire running through Her hair.
Mantras and chants, disillusioned.
Lovers standing on a lonely drive.
Make a stand unforgiven; the sons have risen
Chariots blow past with blood and death.

Where is that girl in green?
Does anyone remember?

the TOMBSTONE

Leave me cold
Woodstock,
Silence made me happy and music made me cry.
Vietnam, we all have a “Vietnam”
Forced to be a man while still a boy.
Cant change no more? Should I grab onto the new?
The species will quit and fade away…
27 come Thursday
Yuppies fail sometimes
“Stop this crime!” has no avail.
Older than yesterday.
Not in the same way.
Forgot the MIA and the KIA
Cell phones, machines, a world selling sex and youth
I’m the last old trip.
What shall I ignore?
Time off, right and wrong
Eyes on the future but they’re looking sad.
No place I’m going to
In my dreams
Magic senses have been stripped
Lets go anywhere
Own parade
That’s the side of town.
Lord have mercy!
Light from the house upon the hill
See her whenever I can…
Find a way to move from this shack I was born in
‘cause I don’t belong in ‘her” society
Only for her love!
Looking out the window but walking in through the door.
9 to 5 – fresh air!
Buy it, Load it, Clock it, Kiss your ass goodbye, and Trigger it!

“PEACE and MUCH LOVE – 1984 – still alive.”

Life

Breaking through to the other side appears unknown, and comes with a scare, a certain degree of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the unseen, fear of the "what if". However, breaking through is possible. Dream. Live the dream. Fight for it. There is no easy way out. Be fear if you want to beat it. You don't need to be technical about art, you need to be the "art". If you want to be somebody, if you want to be somewhere, WAKE UP, pay attention, and fight back. Life has a way of keeping you down. FIGHT IT. There are 3 ways to win that fight - tap, snap or nap. Take your pick.

Conversations Into The Night

Storm like calm
Wandering soul
I love and I hurt
Looking into the future and dwelling in the past
Believing is hard, had my time.
Regrets are forsaken, I'm not.
Next level is just too regular
My soul is more than just this
 25 and time ticks – fine for a certain youth
But that flies past.
Maturity is experience and age.
25 and things done told
26, excuse is extinct.
Proving points, riding others
No shame, nothing difficult.
Pushing Music.
It aint you, but me.
Pushing against weighing scales, no effort to know.
Over a glass I know it all.
Nature curious, chocolate and vanilla.
Differences alike, change immaterial,
No taste, getting down, argue positive.
Negative is positive, Libra – argue.
Aware, self help.
Thoughts and an internal argument
3 years of jumping, broken bones,
Value is everything.
Cigarettes for life, control is perception.
30 articles, Chapter 1, book in making.
Purpose undefined. Results worth a million.
Random coffee,
JESUS SAVE US ALL.
Why? – Being is confidence, teaching.
A fall, no! JESUS SAVed US ALL.
Death joke, seat belts,
90KMPH, life!! Insecure, glass crash.
140 Alto, knowledge unknown.
WOODSTOCK, retro, camp caravan.
Don't sleep, rules, drink.
Sweetness!!

Following....

As I watched " the Headlight " meditate, I realised, life is a whole lot simpler than we make it. There's more to it than fast cars, furious gadgets, one hundred grand cameras and all the nonsense in-between.

He sat for a while, fighting his conscience, and eventually moving into a beyond, transcendence, into the spirit and it's nirvana, absolutely still.

This experience, although hard to explain, had a very profound effect on me. It taught me, in limited detail, about forgiveness, letting go, conscience and subconscious sanctuary - something that exists inside of us. All it needs is a wake up call to see and experience it.

We all have a cave we can go into, something serene, pure, honest, and absolutely out of body, and I remain greatful to " the Headlight" for teaching me this.

Till next time....

Fedor-Tso

0530 - Fedor-tso

There's a cold wind blowing, the sun's waking up and all The Rocket says is, "F***". This is, without doubt one of the coldest, smelliest mornings I have ever been witness to. The Rocket is as cold as can be and has without thought, zipped himself up in Cramster riding gear - we're by a lake!! And, yeah, he's scarring the living daylights out of the low-lives with the balaclava he has on. Interesting!

Great! Last tenner spent on 2 cups of tea and 4 chaklis. Thankfully we have enough fuel. The Rocket has now begun speaking Arabic. That's an improvement considering "Arabic" is a word he cannot spell. The things a stinky morning does to some!

The sun's finally up. Rocket's on a photography spree. He has also discovered a key tucked away inside the jacket he's adorned. Somehow this intrigues him. I'm not entirely sure if it's the sun or the key. Either way.

0600 - Fedor-tso -

Time to leave, go back to the pitiful lives we lead. Sigh - the days of our lives!

Music

Blow up the fuse box, kill the tapes and cds
Burn the music box, the radio and the cassette player
Fire up your ride top the tank
Ride into the distance, Take a break
Kill the cell phone.
Ride ride ride.
Find your drive, your place
Kill the ride, walk a while.
Start a fire. Smoke your last cigarette.
Clear your mind, meditate.
Wait for sunrise and pump up the volume.

Breathe Music.