TUNAGE


Saturday, December 23, 2006

PEACE ON EARTH

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The Finder sound



This week I offer this fine earth tune, This is a great example as to how I first envisioned the Finder sound. Included in the mix is my attempt at playing the trumpet. And some riffs from my guitar that I built from spare parts-thus I have dubbed it the partocaster.

Finder-Ingreds.MP3

04 Ingreds.mp3

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Saturn


Here is a song that was recorded at eleven in the morning, thus the title. A piece that was done back when I worked nights and the only time I had to record was in the early part of the day. I found this to be challenging as I find I am most creative when I put on my night owl wings. This comes from my coastal kitchen studio which no longer exist. Most of the drum work was from drums that I have rummaged from piles of the unwanted, and even some percussive devises found in the kitchen cupboards

Finder-Eleven. MP3
03 Eleven.mp3

Saturday, December 09, 2006


POEMS FOUND ON AN OLD FLOPPY DISC. FROM MY OLD PLANETARY IBM APTIVA COMPUTER, RUNNING WINDOWS 95

Dave Taylor's poetry pile.

SHORT POEMS AND LIMERICK OF THIS LIFETIME
Collective blue saints
with dull swords
and rusted voices
old Catalonia songs

If you see her
tell her the
birth of voice
is among the wind, and haunted alder
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Violet autumn

suspended in mid-air
cold from the disappearing crowd
up above someone reaching out
crumbling nothing
suspended
waiting to give a damn
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Selections from "Coyote fur trumpet", my first book. I put it together for
friends, and the local town, where there is witness to my days and nights.

Yesterday I hugged a tree
tonight I am a blissful
nobody
my pretty face gone hairy
evening starlight
nobody has eyes like me

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Run down a street in power house sneakers
wave to a friend
get to where you are going
wonder about yourself

got a wishbone
and I get the job done
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Just a lone dog
howling at the moon
my good dreams alive in the hills
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The moon with it’s wanting
looks at the earth with
oos and ahhs
but it just wants to look
night window with road sounds
just leave me alone
Mexican curtain
open and hanging
parallel moon
not to mention her
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Got tired of being a super hero years ago
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The night heedless and empty,
like your boot,
scratched.
She could not find a limerick
for her town, her hollow.
Looked into the jazz and found
a western flower
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-Broomsday-
All stoned with a broom
in a dirty little room
my feel good worn and true
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Awoke early
Hole in my sleep
Boundless eternity
Sunlight beams
Allah
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Complete the dawn
wake up from your sleep
touched with the absolute bizarre
we fathom that there is still
a lot of good magic left in the world
in the world a voice so clear
filled my void
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I warmed the car up
fastened my seatbelt
the sun came out
so shallow
I missed her
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People survive
those emotional waves
all stronger in the end
fortified with numerous
essential vitamins and minerals
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Poo is wallpaper
wallpaper up on the wall
like God working miracles
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If I was a toaster
if I was unplugged
I would run through the forest naked
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The freaks are not freaks
but beautiful people
living lives of tender thoughts and beginnings
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Hello silver

Flowers decaying on the stairs,
iris in an old honey jar,
shapes of a poet.
The grain and distance from the border,
could they be soft like thighs?
or solid like a wooden chair?
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Heaped
Out of tune without a dream,
wherever I am,
the ribbon holding your dreamlike hair,
your vice, necklace,
fallen peplum
so low in your land.
I am.
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Her tears are warm and filled with solitude sadness,
lipstick 101.
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Various poems from various times.
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Nightmare Rhythms
The Police visions
The folding chairs
The broken glass
Convenient stores
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obit conclusion #1
GRIEF FOR A STAR WITHOUT WORLDS
NO PLACES WHERE CHILDREN SING IN
CELEBRATION

LIGHT OF HEAVENS
THE KIND NATURE OF
FATHER CREATION

POETS-ARTIST-MUSICIANS
FOLLOWERS OF THE MOTHER DRUM
NO STAR SHOULD BE ALONE

INCOMPLETE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
HOPES AND DREAMS
OF THE VINE

DAWN
VISION
THE LAND

CREATURES
LIVING
A CRY

ONE
TWO
THREE

SHINE LIVE
KNOW

THE CRAFT
THE HEART
THE SOUND
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One dark and stormy night, my computer crashed and I lost a damn good
poem, the only thing I can remember are the words:

Destitute-cut-halve
ghost world
knowledge

All my words now go on paper, like a good dog.
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RICH-ELEGANT-ENCHANTED FURNITURE PUTS THE CAT TO SLEEP.
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BROOM POEMS FROM 2002

COMPLETE AS A STAGE
(CURTAINS)


INK EYES OF BLUE
NOTHING ELSE
MATTERS


YAWN
ODD JOB JAY
EXPANDING
BRILLIANT


THE SUN IS A BRIGHT
THING
CATS COAT WARM
TREES DEVOUR THE
GROUND


THE STONES LAY DOWN A PATH
ALONG A SUMMERS
DAY WITHIN MARY OF
MEMORY-WATCHING STARS-
THE LONE NIGHT PATH EVENLY
FOLLOWED


EVERYTHING RETURNS TO
IT’S BEGINNING DHARMA
THERE IT IS
BLEAK OR PEAKED
THE WHEEL
OFFERS IDENTITY WITHIN
SO-CALLED REALITY
REALITY RETURNS


SPITTING SHAG
UNDER THE TREES
WILD THOUGHT LAZED
WINGED WITH ONE THAT
KEEPS A GOING AND ONE
THAT TAKES A MOMENT TO
THINK-YET THERE IS SO MUCH
TO DO-LISTEN TO THE COW
SPEAK MOO


ALONG ROADS PEOPLE
SPEAK ENLIGHTENMENT IF
YA LISTEN TO THE CHAT CAT
FASTER AND FASTER
UNTILL YOU SMILE THE BEST
YA CAN-YA CAN POEM
SUNDAY
CAUSE SHE ASKED YA TO
AND YA THUMBED ROUGH
INTO HER ROOM-CLOUD


WAVES STIR FOR WHAT IS SOLID-
HOWEVER FAR YOU ARE CALM AND COMPLETE
THE CORRECT TIME AND PLACE SHADOWED CLEAR THOUGHTS OF YOU
A MEMORY-ALAS THE EYE WATCHES
BLINKS THE GREAT WAVE. SO
DAME-WOMEN-BE YOURSELF
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Hot and dry
Beat the days
I walked the Idaho
Roadway
my boots scuffed
into reality
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ORIENTAL RAGS
KEEP ELEPHANTS
STILL

GETTING THERE
MOVING FORWARD
ADVENTURE
ALAS
INDIAN SUMMER

TAUGHT TO DIG THE BIN
THE FUTURE IS NOT ME
A GENERATION BETTER THAN YOU AND ME

TRANSMIGRATION

NOTHING LAST FOREVER
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You can't argue with weed found on the floor
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Dreamed, then stacked firewood
Complete knowledge
frees the mind
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Little princess with claws
your brother can't sleep
just listening to the rainy night
without you
How delicate angels fall
into the unknown
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Dogs in the city
Board of bricks
wanting the wild
A small child plays
The dogs are jealous

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From a highway curve
your silhouette bends the night
I look through the rain window
these scenery people mean nothing
when the morning light
shines upon your face
I know I am home
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The barren wasteland
of the refrigerator
where milk & butter
mean nothing
Dark cold walls
Empty Tupperware bowls
A glass turning green
Humming machine
Empty and lean
You are not my scene
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Sick circles

Spit on me
For I am trash
Knock me down
For I am nothing
Nothing longing for something
Step on me
For I am small
Mess me up
For I am something
Something longing for everything
Beat on me
For you are sick
Make me hate
For you are everything
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From the bus stop
silver voices sing
everybody is crazy
education taught us so
play music for the world
listen and breathe
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MONSTERS

Monsters
Stay away
Don't fuck up my day
Monsters
I do believe
They never leave
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The Ocean

Billions non-counting
looking for nothing
we search for love
wave by wave
we find secrets
inside anchors mind

My lady the Ocean
She swallows me lonely
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A PERFECT WORLD

The brown lizard screams

The Grand cactus listens
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Cats all across America
resting in perfect meditation
rituals
like only the true understand
feather in the wind
could never own your heart
share a meow
without a scratch
among the thunder
of angels and God above
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HELLO TO THE
PEOPLE WITH THERE FACES
TRAVELING ALONG THE HANDWRITTEN HIGHWAY
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Crow Poem

Before it happened-they knew
mother told them
into the night- like the beginning wave
alive and protected
balanced along the west coast morning
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Nothing like a women armed with a tube of lipstick and her Creamy white
LOVE flower humor



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Along time ago on the way home
Indians sang to me
The grey
appearance of man
on Emerald Hill
Protecting her seasons with
Animal dance
and a crazy wind to witness
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Got my own style,
comes from looking at all those dreams,
scenes from the windows of
temporary houses-places to call home.
Shelter to form my life.
Love has got me right here, to purr and to know.
Man,
all that you build for the flame,
our tribe will remember
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Went back to sleep,
awoke on your pillow,
dreamed out, and lonely,
had to leave, cause you were gone.
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Guess I always knew this, even when
ba na ya suit far is to lake ne.
The perfectly hip,
oh fun me and my little LSD Drawings.
Fe poor
man,
incomplete
siren
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Poem Central
Where all poems hang happy
created from the great completed poet, thus sadness seeks.
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People gleaming and smiling all over you, falling into order,
hair all long and tame-
sidewalk all cracked,
offering its solid
enlightenment,
perspiration.
Thoughts move along
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PURE POETRY BEB`E

TIRED OF ALL THOSE,
WHY WOULD
YOU WANT,
IT DOESN'T NEED LIKE YOU.
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greed made them
after all the curtain hangs
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Dull pencils-
library books
black & white movie rentals
coffee cups
something to hold on to
when I am away from you
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Tears and a good
day regardless
Oregon embrace
one tree at a time
FLIGHT
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Empty beer cans on Mars
think about it
that’s all they will ever find
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Warm fire silver wood
companion complete
you’re the best
humming the void
it’s a kick
if anything it was a rare friendship indeed


lost
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Early as a sunbeam craver
got the morning by the balls
birds sing it
know it
picture perfect
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Crazy Jane

Any day they'll put me away
you know loving her drove
me crazy-maybe it is just
as well you throw away the key,
cause after her nothing will fix me.
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A flower is an eye to silent to die
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Resting on Earth's coat
the gypsy truce
gathering wool for such
obscurity

Sacred groves
call such pencil winds
a spiral
swirl

Glad you could make it.........
Curved form of soft agreement.
PEACE.
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Woke up to remember I was divorced
magnolia blooming into my walk

He is a good dog
a little far from home
the way of the folk
young and old
born to roam
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MOON by chance
The moon burnt system of elements
I will never touch
The grand gravity system
the changing set
of correction
the moon shot on down the line.............
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Snowflake
The healer all mossed in thick
damp from snow
melting
wild skulls tucked into natural
death
a mind awakens

A face of the crowd
looks into the page of time
left or right the road
awaits-old blind town
accept the people
in silence and wilt
old sure shot dragon
gunpowder the sun
the wind blown belle
with a snowflake of her own
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Feeling good in a peaceful state of mind
watching two blend
roll
ink marble
then I make the search
through or maybe along
the nothing
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I will find the next tree
cause I'm already there, like your chosen nature


Love an interwoven mass
knot
crowd of pyramids

celebrating trust
returning like
complete truth
love
needs no salesmen
love
needs only you
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I lay down a bed
upon realms
God has given me to rest
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I wake up to the dismal and know the sun continues
Enter the way
as if it were a dream
happy
with my soul
content on this

patience in the valley of holdrem

Coffee
Grass
Trip
Music
Nature
Girls
Home cookin
Books
Sticks of incense
A nice day

Peace to the dreary valley of a good home
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The rain falls heavy on the blacktop
field of condensed tar
I hear it with boredom
connected to many thoughts until
finally-
mud
gravel
root return
voice for a branch
twig-leaf-lips
meanwhile frogs croak the ditch
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MAKE ME
GRIND ME
SPIT ME OUT
LIKE ANY
OTHER
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COME

DUST ON THE
MACHINE
GOODMORNING
HOW MAY I HELP ME
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HIPPIES NEVER DIE NEVER BEGAN
LABELED FOR UNDERSTANDING
GAVE BIRTH TO THE CONFUSION
SO BE HIP
AND SAY IT IS NOT SO
LONE HIP ANGEL
WANDER TRUE
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America is a poem

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Broke, out of cash, nothing in my hand
not really worried
this used to be an Indian land
Man I bet they could throw
a bash-ownership-such a weird thing-no more expectations
Nose stuck in a book
Ideas of the one tree
that rooted Mother Earth
followed the sun Moon stars
enough said
pen in hand
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The universe is complete
with or without my
contemplations

Over abundance creates
illusions. Makes the truth
hard to see.
The sun flower still radiates
patience.
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Trees dream of the forest
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There might not be anything
anyone-out along dreams-numbers-ownership? beyond clouds!
says her antique eyes of doubt

Sleep
dream
wake
eat
listen
repeat
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Cave dweller
darkness seller
not even sure what day it is
blemished
and finished
among the inside walls
of a scream
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Maturity out on the line
city buildings
accepting
the streets
life avenue

the sunflower believes to be tall
like the sun

lurid colors of secret feelings
surrendering to that night wing-flown

lone pillow dream
the end
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waky baky
sweepy
angel rollin
in da dirt
rock
sunshine

she grows......complete
wind howls windy
like a nut
terra root care
news for a distant boot.....unworn.
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Behind the neck
Catnaps
Make the dinny
Fuck I'm strange!
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December Oregon Night
walked in her stormy weather
car headlights
uluminated halos
in fallen shadows
content within a calm winter’s coat
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I feel odd today
like an actor in a play
playing those plays they do
nothing new
I wish I could stay but I am turning a shade of grey
or could it be mid-night blue
I haven't the slightest clue
because I'm feeling odd today
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At times it seems, I am just a witness of man. With the world, observing
for a higher existence.
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November
With nothing to hold
the ninth maid lets go
into blood sacrifices
The wonder within
Strength
You’re on your way home
with a caravan of folk
in there toil of love
A legend passed down
Through a divided valley
modestly grasped
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The fear of the morning
springtime lawnmowers coming to life
energy no
lazy yes
thoughts of nothing
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little children
little dreams
little beds
little children in a world parents have created
little children hatred
little dreams of dread
little beds painted red
little children can hear what is said
little children of hatred dreams
little dreams of dread screams
little beds painted with red streams
little children in a world where parents are dead
little children
little dreams
little beds
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Black chariot car
north very far

Tin roofs covered unimportant spaces
borders of organic barbwire and
the skeletons of winter
stabbing the interstate view

Wild fire
Hot black coffee

The city of colors and shapes
gave public transportation
bold exciting furniture
monkeys trapped by intensity
created tempers soothed
by cats and dogs

Lazy nervous eye
time to say goodbye

Rubber chickens
and words creating
strange vibes
Brave narrators falling
into twilight
listening to the blues
the driver fell asleep

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Don't worry we were there to awaken him!


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The east awakens,
seen as a good sunset,
just another kick, the long freak out.
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My sun still shines
puzzled or not
never said a lot
drawing lines
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A gleaming tribute to the big stash
feathered Phoenicians
finding the excited city
melting into definition
growing the crops
celebrating communications forgotten
found
I was wrong
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Now is forever
tomorrow the next
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Friday
Drunk on wine
framing my works
strung out on records and words
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Kind of like a movie
kind of like a play
not like an opera
the director (the one who put it together)
She couldn't decide which shoes to wear
during the filming
the event
a late night thought
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PEACE OF MIND
THE BECOMING OF A COMPLETE HUMAN BEING
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Everything is vivid
coherent
in a ocean town

stars
move it around

chow
love
hair
the walk

should have but it got complicated
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mentioned in the newspaper as a poet, and painter
but I've been doing this for years
old
aged
grizzled
grey or white
ancient
vintage
but never obsolete
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You were the best to know among the village dream
They put you up on a pedestal
Where they noticed your strength among the pillars
Your children content and happy
with there unique identity
Sure to carry your voice
Madden
accomplished
I bid farewell
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LAZY AM ME NOT
COLORED WITH AN OUTLINE
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THE SUN

The sun the one
that brings the flowers
from the Earth.
Hides the dark with light.
I asked this orb in the sky,
why?
I lived.
I grew.
I shut my eyes and dreamed,
dreamed I touched
the ends of the sky,
came to, and time had slipped by,
giving me a new sense.
It was all in my mind,
yes my mind,
where heat is king,
and light is gold.
Nothing new, the Sun.
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Sometimes I want to bury her,
other times I want to dig her up.
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A clear mind
Society thrust you from the calm hut,
from shaman truth,
to bear her death of a world,
and yet,
noble men will be renewed on the noble path.

May we find the clear path.
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WHEN I AM THERE THEY FOLLOW
I KNOW BECAUSE I FOLLOWED THEM
THOUGHTS AND SUCH
WE SHARE WHEN THERE
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Know a town that
is good to look at.
More than with those eyes in the skull.
know a town that looks good with the mind.
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Beyond fleshy
You will succeed
Passage
You will succeed
Elegant wonder

This grew a tree
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Beyond the daily
duties, orbits of
my responsibilities


thoughts alive in the dark
kinda like a shape or form
kinda like a poet
A great America
hope you can be there
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The Ocean #10
Large and distant from the town
calm wave of thought aged
the window glass

Sand
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CHAOS
OH WELL
YOU MAKE THE BEST MOVIES
UNDERSTAND IN A LAUGH

OBVIOUS PATTERN
OBSCURED

IT DOES NOT MATTER,
WHEN YOU HAVE SUCH
A PATTERN SET UP,
THE LINE GOES THROUGH.
THE TRUTH (The light),
AU REVOIR THROUGH THE DARKNESS!!!
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Lush,deep,and bright
wasted,worn, and penniless
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ZEN NUMBER FIVE
IN THE CITY
MECHANICS
UNDERSTAND
A RESTORED BUILDING
WITH ITS OWN SHAPE
AND PURPOSE
AUM
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WHERE TO GO MAD?
HERE WITH ME,
SAD.

THE FLOWER REMAINS ALONG
THE HIGHWAY
THE DIRT ROAD
THE PATH
MOVING ALONG
HAPPY
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Lizards in quest of torture
for sale used furniture
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walk in daze
dream in the fog
find a friend
lay down some ink
remember the past
decide within
balance
glide
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A STRAY JEWELED BEING
TENDS THE GARDEN.
RAN AWAY TO SEE BUTTERFLIES, AND GRASSHOPPER CARCESSES,
AMONG THE RIVER ROCKS, AND TREES.
DISAPEARING SUMMER,
GRAVEL ROADS,
LIT.
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The blue houses crawl along hills
of green apathy.
Don't think I'll be coming back.

Hey you, In your perfected moment of success. Why do you dangle me in this?
poverty?
We surface with our middle finger in the air.
DESIRE
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Many changes have taken place
not the same person I once was
kinda feel like a bag of coconuts
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Ireland

Simplicity
in things

The trippy little fellow in the hat
man I gotta pee, later.
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A very odd day, at one point, the belief in fellow man reached a low that
put me into heavy thoughts, disturbed into chaos. The strength of my own
mind carried me, gave me belief that somewhere else someone had clearly
thought, to be a good man.
Nil funded and without a friend, needing a kick, a ball. A belief in
something better. I made my way home, ghetto paradise, poem central, and angel
refuge. With a simple love of my own aging self, and a cat named Noira, My
life is entertained by my rituals. Tonight left over rice cooked in an iron
skillet, satisfied taste buds.

nic fit
men prove themselves stupid
tired of the non scene struggle

canned fish.

visitation
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American
machinery noise
open into the night
America
choices
open
sweet liberty
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Mind
man
flower
ink
and the cat looks out the window
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nice walk in space
taste the garlic
from Venus
and drift with
J infinite
in the grand universe
remember
your mind is your room where
you thought in time
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René

She wrecks my bed
dreams my pillow
tosses my word
keeps me a secret
saves my dove
bitches my dog
she's a ball
a bouncin
bye bye
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Some of the finest poems are lost in the clothes dryer
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Dig a scene
wander the maze
with a skinny little empty wallet
bouse de ail
got a shovel?
The choice to be right here
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His boot filled with
Buildings-
gutters-
concrete-
faded paint-
windows-
"now were cookin with gas".
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The bed

The lone night smells of poetry
without the law of rhyme
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SPERM IS LIKE THE DAY YOU CAME TO VISIT
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tick tock
wolf
clock
fart
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The empty room welcomed my beard
both of us dressed for comfort
resting these old dusty wings of miracle
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


karma will give you shoes to tie, and if you wear them with buckles then
so be it.
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Pliers, hammer, rusty metal
A sunny day, A fine day.
Added oil to her engine,
friends gathered round to watch
I smiled and cleaned my hands with an old oiled rag.
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He was a tuff guy
popping his knuckles for the mask he wore
he was a nice fellow
who gave away corn chips
and told stories that made the girls laugh
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It’s all so complex
to be a smile
a sunny day like you
so way cool
like all the good days
of all the seasons
put into one thought
cause on my days off I wear wool socks
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The field is wide open
with tall grass
this is where the butterfly dreams
spring soil
echoes of the harvest, equinox
the house cat purrs the landscape
while flowers look out the window
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Respect for the golden thread
song of the golden dawn
foolish lions purr for the spool
within a shadow of an iris
a weaver knows the strength
in a tapestry of time
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A LOTUS FLOWER
DUG
VULUPTUOUS
AND REAL
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In the cold morning kitchen
lovers
caressed and hugged
loved the moment
moth sleeping on the window of that foggy morning
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SQUEEZE
Happiness
is finding her
phone number
in my pocket
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Yea, my morning mind spilling on to the page
The surface remembering a good weekend
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In the poor bitter night
green men follow stars
all perfect within shadows dharma
so count your stars
and run off to taste
the elephant’s ass
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Lost my mind,
and now I sit with the town and agree
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In the hip night I slept
and dreamed awoke to old rags
of the looking glass
boogie woogies of the world
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Never stop the word
The world stuck like you
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Worn to wisdom
without you
this is real and now like the cool breeze
and the cats meow
finished
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Siamese cat booger
search the shard
and understand
druid grains
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EVERYTHING RETURNS
THE VOICE
THE DREAM
THE BOND
THE BREAK
STARRY WOMB
FALLING MAN
EVERYTHING RETURNS
THE DHARMA
SYSTEM
CONCLUSION THE END
NOMORE..............STOP
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TREES DANCE IN THE WIND
TO SENTIMENT BEINGS
TREES DREAM OF THE FOREST
ENCHANTED THOUGHTS OF
A BIRD SONG
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BEAUTY IS A RIDDLE
THE WOLF
HIDES BEHIND THE RABBIT
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TRANQUIL MEANINGLESS DAY
STONED COMPLETE
WATCHED A BIRD BATHE IN YONDER MUD PUDDLE
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Gypsy leaves
rhythm and blues
that’s about all I am
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Throw the script.
A blanket of fog covers the sleeping town.
man is young,
see how she says "come here for a moment".




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dave~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



My Favorite Poems
When the kick is forgotten
the civilization it was
is as unavailable to our minds
as a half forgotten dream
as weird
as complete
self contained
as transitory
NOT
an expression
of Buddhist sentiments
but a comment on the higher
nature of a higher culture
to be sort of an obsession
delusion
so that those under its influence may
stick to triangles
never imagine circles
paint in red
never conceive of blue
consider themselves (as we do)
to be complete human beings
missing
no possibilities
it......
........it sounds so beautiful, fragile, impossible,
maybe when you get this
something awful will happen
everybody will be catapulted
back into lonely rooms again.
but DON'T let it because you
are the best scene in this gloomy world

Will Peterson~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am present at the birth of my thought.
I look at it and listen
yet he no more than the rest of us knows whence it comes nor what it really
is.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A. Rimbaud~~~~~~


Feelings

On a blue summer night

I will go through the fields, through overgrown
paths in the soft scented air; I will feel the new
grass cool and sharp
on my feet, I will not say a word I will not think a thing, but
an infinite love will set
my heart awhirl
and I will wander far like a wild vagabond,
throughout nature
happy as if I had a girl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A. Rimbaud~~~

The beautiful monster
vomits a stream of watches
clocks jewels knives silver
coins & copper blood

The well of time & trouble
whiskey bottles perfume
razor blades beads
liquid insect’s hammers
& thin nails the feet of
bird eagle feathers & claws
machine parts chrome
teeth hair shards of
pottery & skulls the ruins
of our time the debris by
a lake the gleaming
beer cans & rust & sable
menstrual fur

Dance naked on broken
bones feet bleed & stain
glass cuts cover your mind
& the dry end of vacuum
boat while the people
drop lines in still pools
& pull ancient trout
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~James D. Morrison~~

BROOKLYN BRIDGE BLUES
Chorus #6
World Without End, Ethereal Flower
---and the streets of time & grime
without rhyme or dime, all crime,
in the blue sad bellows of Manhattan,
and old dirty black and orange-shit ships
with dirty white superstructures,
and wharves of rusty junk, and barges,
and I felt Exuberant
I felt I was the only Perfect Man
in the World, my virtue 100%
my only sin is lust--- I like
girls---I have no self---
I have a Buddha Not-Self---
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jack Kerouac~~~~~~~~


"Man is a busy little animal
a wise little animal
his thoughts about everything
don't amount to shit"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~J. Kerouac~~~~~~~~~


"Once a bear gets hooked on
garbage there’s no cure".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gary Snyder~~~~


"Could she see the whole real world?
with her ghost
breast eyes shut under a blouse lid".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gary Snyder~~~~~~~


EARTH VERSE
Wide enough to keep you looking
open enough to keep you moving
dry enough to keep you honest
prickly enough to make you laugh
green enough to go on living
old enough to give you dreams
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gary Snyder~~~~~~~



My Favorite Poets
Gary Snyder, Jack Keroauc, Charles Baudelaire, James D. Morrison, Aurthur
Rimbaud and many more....

CURRENT BOOK I AM READING:
The Faber Book of Favorite Fairy Tales.
MUSIC IVE BEEN LISTENING TO
Miles Davis-Porgy and Bess
Stevie Wonder-Old tape with a bunch of hits from the 7o's
Nick Drake-Bryter Layter
Billy Bragg-Back to Basics
Peace be with you and the universe that holds you!

Friday, December 08, 2006

Earth tune



Here is another MP3. Another fine Earth tune recorded in the kitchen, enjoy while I figure out how to post some files that are in a diferent format. Also a photo my love took the other night.Peace.

Finder-Guirty. MP3


02 Guirty.mp3

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Blue yet excited


Feeling out to lunch this week, on a good note I recently found an old floppy disc. On the little thing I found a bunch of files from my old IBM Aptiva computer, running windows 95. One of the files contained my poetry that I had on my Aol page. I'll post the jem soon. It has been a blast reading words that I barely remember writing. All stashed away on a floppy, I have a couple other disc in the bottom drawer of my desk. I have yet to see what is on them. This has been the highlight of my week. Everything else seems to be slipping into chaos. I will give my best attempt to be a nice person. Its just a bunch of stars clustered together within the dharma.
I must let go. Let truth fall into place. This world does not need my ego......

Sunday, December 03, 2006

A poem from my Daughter

ColdBlindly, I hunted the fog...Chasing ghosts and forgotten things.I've been here so long...That I can't remember what warmth feels like.There's ice in my bones,Frost in my eyes.I can almost wonder if I'm still alive...Or long dead and just don't know it yet.Can you go on forever...If you are blind to everything?We were found.She stained the roses red...With her jealously bleeding tongue.You shouldn't have come...That night.The moon has frozen over...And I'm so much colder now.The ageless fury of the salt-storm waves...Made me weak with fear.The dock is breaking away into the sea...You said you'd meet me there.Now we'll both be empty and cold....Cut down by the sea.Copper-cold and insane with hate,Her white hands were strong.I wish you well....I half-hope you'll forget me.I wonder if I was ever found,I wonder if you'll ever know my ending.Forever ago...Something broke me.I will always be cold,Colder than the bones of the sea.I will always remember and regret...That we were found.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Couldn't sleep

Last night I couldn't sleep so I made my way down stairs. Grabbed a pencil an paper, scribbled down the lyrics to a song that I had made up a few hours earlier. This evening I recorded it with our laptop, and free software that I downloaded. First time I had ever used the laptop for such ,turned out pretty good. Recorded it in the kitchen, a tasty demo version if any thing.The song is for my girlfriend Angela, part of my early showers of Christmas gifts.
Finder-Watching Melons.wma.

Saturday

Spent all day inside
enjoying a day off
spent it with our three year old boy
For the most part, just the two of us.
I guess we had a good time
It is cool when we can have these little conversations about the world
With a smile I pass the skillet on down just like it was passed to me
I had a few reflections of when I was his age
Hanging out with ma and my big old imagination
Driving around with pop in his VW
All of us sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast
I can still remember the design on the plates.

photos








Friday, December 01, 2006

Finder-photos






Here is a collection of finder photos I dug out of the vault -PEACE.

My old school Sony tape deck

This weeks MP3

This songs title gets its name from my old Sony tape deck, that I bought at a thrift store about a decade ago. I have it hooked up to my computer and use it to get analog sounds into the digital realm. A lot of the tracks on this song where recorded on tape then transferred and edited.

Finder-TC-K3. MP3

01 TC-K3.mp3

Finder-Miss Understood video

Here is a video I put together one evening. Its short and nerky, but kinda works.

Finder


Okay I'm getting with it, today I'll be working at posting Finder Sessions. First I gotta find all the files .
http://rapidshare.com/files/5629286/Finder_Sessions_wbonus_tracks.rar.html
The link is here.
If the link turns up a dud leave a note in coments and I will reupload, Enjoy.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Then of course


To Celebrate this Winter cherub dance I will use this fine product, in wich I seem to consume every December.

Happy Holidays

Do it safe and smart

Planetary Christmas List





With a celebration of the returning of light
I kick off December with A first,
The publishing of my Planetary Christmas list.
Santa Dude I tried to be good

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

this

1/2 way through this week,

I think I can
I think I can
I think I can

Monday, November 27, 2006

Hmmm

Went back to work after having a week off. Forgot to put my watch on before I left the house. I spent the whole day in a wonder of time. Work is what it is. Came home and made the family Turkey and Dumplings. Now I compute. now u know.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Feeling odd today

I'm feeling odd today
like an actor in a play
playing those plays they do
nothing new
I wish I could stay
but I'm turning a shade of grey
or could it be midnight blue
I haven't the slightest clue
because I'm feeling odd today

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Don't try this at home

Questions that kept me up passed bedtime.


Okay feeling a little better,
On with the new thing that is really not new but rearranged in a way that looks new to the human nervous system. causing that little buzz, that you get when such matter is placed before you. I suppose this is really nothing but an illusion. How much of it is my own action? How much of it has nothing to do with me? It is all returning to the truth, How true are we? I dedicate this blog entry to the one and only Hammy.what else can I say your the man.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Sick on THANKSGIVING
I do not need this

Saturday, November 18, 2006

The something of old (2000)

burlesque
Buddha evening
Chinese restaurant
with smile
pilgrimage order
for your thoughts
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The Ocean beach
chunks of wood
shells
feather free
seven
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Your world is your mind
where you thought in time
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scribbled eve
The moon with its wanting
looks at the Earth with oooohs and ahhhhs
but it just wants to look
night window with road sounds-
just leave me alone
Mexican curtain
open and hanging
not to mention her.
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Crow poem
Before it happened- they knew
mother told them
into the eve-
like the beginning wave,
alive and protected
balanced along the west coast morning
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sunset light on old tree
swaying in the wind
reaching beginning stars
crows laugh
victory
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Earth worms
pine needles
soil
roots
water
rocks
plant life
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thought about quitting
disappearing
becoming the great nobody
heading south
end of the rope
no love
cruel world
going crazy
for better days
old dusty wings of miracle
hit the snooze button

#7




bring me into the time
where I belong
This alien feeling
has just got me breathing
a fond farewell
to my bittersweet end
and then there is you

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Leaves

Here on the planet, we step up on ladders and clean gutters. The colors all Autumnized.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Boo



Ghostly ,and the chill sweeps memories with dreams . Skeletons accept and clatter on into the night.