Friday, July 31, 2009

Chocolate Fridakus!

chocolate and chopsticks

In case you are new or missed a couple of blogs, Friday is dedicated to the art of the haiku.
A haiku is a three-line poem in any language, with five syllables in the first and last lines and seven syllables in the second,
usually with an emphasis on the season or a naturalistic theme. So Friday is Fridaku at Life's Pursuit and It Depends.
My cohort and I have agreed on a subject this week and with many chuckles, here goes.

Chocolate and Chopsticks

Dip it, drang and smear

In chocolate with chopsticks

Lift, lick, eat and smile

Chocolate chopsticks

Edible fun for hunger

Dip, sip, bit and melt

The smile begins first

At perfection's sweetest kiss

Chopsticks, suck, smear, smile.
Chocolate and Tan Lines

Smooth divisions soft

tracing tanlines with chopsticks

Dipped in chocolate

Dark, light, same surface

Tracing passions while melting

Chopsticks on tanlines.

Abrupt change, smooth skin

Chocolate, ticklish sticks

Tracing pleasures's lines.

ipod tan

Monday, July 27, 2009

Humming Through Monday

foggy road

Sunny Monday in July here in the Music City. The morning was coated in thick fog like nostril mucus crawling down the back of a sleeping throat. I popped on my flood lights watching the curves of the road materialize much slower than the speed I was traveling. It was all good. I was on schedule which meant I was ahead of time so I could stop at Hardees and really kick off the front of this week proper. A smoked sausage and frisco ham and egg accompanied on the weave between taillights and highway lines. No, it probably wasnt healthy; but it sho' was good. Breakfast really is the best meal of the day or the most important — so they say.

by the artist Caravaggio

My mind is full of lists of things to do by the deadlines that are already inked in. Meanwhile 8 hrs per day are already aloted...I think I need a longer day. It's OK, I've got a blessed life and any day I forget that, memories slap my face back to reality. But why must we always want more? is that part of the human DNA that we can never override? I think back to Paul the Apostle who was capable of happiness in any situation; but that doesnt mean he didnt want more either; just that he was happy. But thats a completely different subject for another blog not for you.


It was a great weekend despite being filled with tasks. I think I have cronic plantitus. Somehow I keep finding one more inch to plant something new within. In fact, Lowes has become an addiction. They have this plant hospital section, sometimes more like plant cemetary and I wont name myself but they come back from the dead (oh put your pitch forks down already, just a figure of speech). At pennies on the dollar, these plants just require a little extra tlc and whammo, strong like bull. The humming birds have gotten very comfortable with me. They are funny smart little birds. When I am watering flowers, they zoom around close and freeze in midair and watch me for six seconds then give their best Speedy Gonzolas screech and zoom away. Ironicly I first thought it was just because I was close to their feeders, but they started coming around to the front yard where there are no feeders. They are so amazingly tiny and fast. I have had to train my self not to flinch when they buzz by or when the bees swarm around me while Im watering their flowering pedistals. They are not there to attack so long as I dont move quickly or aggressively. I guess the same is true for me. I don't sting first, just hardest.

I cant wait to see the new blossoms the sunshine and heat of the day will produce. Despite my daily watering, the plants still prefer the rain. With the sweet aroma of colorful flowers, two Topsy Turvy tomato plants induce a hint of tasty vegetables to the evening breeze. (Personally I hate tomatoes, but they say they are good for you; so I force myself to eat them despite knowing its really just the enjoyment from watching metamorphasize from seed to vegetable.) There is just something magical about the aromas of life....

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Stronger than being positive; HOPE!

faith and hope

It can be the smallest of things that ignites the monsterously huge power within in. Its such a small delicate thing that we ofter forget to protect despite often forgetting how responsible it is for all the things we hold so dear. Hope, much like Faith can be sprinkled into any situation and entire continents can be moved or shattered. In an instant we become as mighty as an ant.

Oh, do you doubt such bold statements? Oh, you think this is some kind of religious/Christian rant? Consider this:
• Holocaust survivors
• Mothers of missing children
• Grandmothers praying for wayward children
• Cancer survivors
• Rags to riches stories

I saw a great movie this week. Had I known that it was another Clint Eastwood produced movie, my expectations would have been much higher — so the suprise was very welcomed. Oh, what's the movie, you ask.

Angelina Jolie

the PLOT
Inspired by actual events that occurred in 1920s-era Los Angeles, Clint Eastwood's "Changeling" tells the story of a woman driven to confront a corrupted LAPD after her abducted son is retrieved and she begins to suspect that the boy returned to her is not the same boy she gave birth to. The year was 1928, and the setting a working-class suburb of Los Angeles. As Christine (Angelina Jolie) said goodbye to her son, Walter, and departed for work, she never anticipated that this was the day her life would be forever changed. Upon returning home, Christine was distressed to discover that Walter was nowhere to be found. Over the course of the following months, the desperate mother would launch a search that would ultimately prove fruitless.

That's all I'm giving ...see the movie.

This was a powerfully moving movie, as practically all Clint Eastwood directed/produced movies. He's far better behind the lens and one of the few who seems to be able to be in a movie and direct it too and still seem authentic to the character. Of course, I would also be fans of Jolie and Malkovich. This movie was riddled with stunning performances.


Never under estimate the power of hope. Never miss an opportunity to give hope. As the rain waters the earth, hope magnifies the eternal springs of our own potientals we so often forget. Hopes are often paved with smiles and even sometimes blood, sweat and tears; but joy comes in the morning.

Hope so...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Poe Seduction


I suppose most of us are predesposed to certain things determined by our time in the womb and the circumstances beyond our consciencenesses that occurred during thus time. Such is my connection to the dark genius of the Poe. I would think I would tire of such rhyme and riddle but Nay, it never dwindles. Nevermore does it flutter in less intensity.

The Raven
(published in 1845)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.' ...more...

I have encountered another great podcast Classic Poetry Aloud. There along with innumberably other timeless poets listed along with the icons of their immortality to be read into your ears and into your mind's mazes of imagination, you can download for your listening pleasure. We as people always seemed confused by what we identify as ourselves; but I reject such feelings. The light nor the darkness make me quiver in fear of what lies within. I see it all as necessary to create the whole.

I think the Raven is one of my all time favorites. The raven is such a dark bird. You've never seen a smiling raven. I typically am always smiling until Im not. The raven has a very tough body. I recall as a young one, shooting my bb gun at them and hearing it bounce off. A glare from the dark bird and a shrug and off he would fly with a mocking screech.

What is it about the lines of such a writing that become entrenched in one's soul....perhaps it is like the bitter cold of winter in a homeland that has seen no sun or perhaps it is the truth burrowed deep into the fiber of each of us that we spend our lives fighting/denying. But if we are who we were made; why would the Recaller condemn the product? Some answers...are just nevermore....fly away bird to safer winds....

Friday, July 10, 2009

Friday Truths

This was so good I just had to share. Just perhaps we can survive the remainder of this month without anymore stars falling or heroes bowing.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Remembering the King of POP!

Michael J

Its a beautiful Wednesday in the Music City. The King of Pop is still gone and the ball of mud just keeps spinning. We have lost an icon. Regardless of the moments we trivialize most; the sum of a man's life can be weighted in the pros and cons of his effect on those around him. It is clear that this GLOBAL superstar was somewhere beyond a mere logo or icon unto himself. Something within him was/is transmitted to us, to incubate not only reflection but improvement wrapped in the smiles of a mother's hug.

Michael Jackson

I cannot say that I quite understand why I would miss someone I have never met but grew up with almost daily. I dont understand why the memories of waiting in deep anticipation of his next video with my best friend would bring back warm funny smiles. I do know that the child in all of us resonates with something lost in a searching soul still trying to recapture private things taken.The good news is that we are not alone, none of us are perfect and we all answer to ONE greater than we who capacity to love and forgive far rivals its copies. So long my distant friend Ben. I wanna be startin something. I dont care whats Bad; life itself is DANGEROUS. In HISTORY, we would all only dare dream to have touched so many in such positive ways to have grasped that WE ARE THE WORLD and it really doenst matter if we are BLACK OR WHITE. When we REMEMBER THE TIMES so richly given to us, all the slander falls OFF THE WALL and we feel the sense of VICTORY coming over us. That revelation is truely a THRILLER......

Michael Jackson, King of Pop