Occupy

Wall Street, Boston, Frankfurt and London

We are the 99 percent, let’s make a difference in this land

But it won’t

Rise up on its own

Needs the strength of our souls

No it won’t

Climb up over the mountain

Unless we link and join in

Occupy our town

Occupy the ground

That we love and are proud to fight for

But it won’t, No it won’t

Speak up on its own

It needs the choice of our voice

No it won’t

Fly across the heavens

Unless we spread out our wings

Occupy our town

Occupy the ground

That we love and are proud to fight for

Morning greets us new founded creatures

We’re not wasting chances this day brings

Cuz we’ll grow, yea we’ll go

Rise up over this mountain

In a global revolution

Occupy your town

Occupy the ground

That you love and are proud to fight for

Food Baby

A friend of mine invited me to dinner tonight. He recently landed a job as a food critic and his first assignment was to dine at a nice french restaurant and review the experience. I was his lucky guest. The spending limit was thirty five pounds. Considering I don't usually eat for more than five pounds - I went to town. A few starters, a couple main courses and dessert, all accompanied by a couple glasses of mature red wine. We ate for two and a half hours. Which means I'll probably be digesting for the next seventy-two hours. I didn't mean to punish myself. In fact, I approached the invitation as a fine prize. But walked away from it with choking arteries.

a tune born in the shadow of a castle

I’m addicted to change and motion

I’ll never be the same

This drug is a most delicious tasting potion

This drug is a most discretely potent notion

I’m addicted to change and motion

I’m a freedom slave

I feel the whole world just turning in my brain

This drug is a most effective cure for pain

I’m addicted to change and motion

I misplaced my names

I breathe like a ghost appearing and dissolving

This drug is the most forgiving friend of all things

I’m addicted to change and motion

Sitting at the top of a hill...

I watch the sun lean in to kiss lady land,
He reaches down with shiny fingers
His gentle touch caressing her hair -
the lusciously groomed grasses and trees

The heavens blush with warm pinks and golds
Setting the atmosphere for an intimate dance
Celestial bodies spinning with unrivaled grace
Their love passionately burning in the sky

And after the breathtaking ballet,
He sinks into her ever so slowly
And I know it's time to go
When the dark navy clouds pull the shades

Morning Prayer

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dryrot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
(Jack London)

A Walk for Sanity

I haven't disappeared. But things have appeared. Quickly and abundantly.
I'm not necessarily overwhelmed, just fumbling a little bit this week as I try to juggle it all.
Thursday night felt like a much anticipated success. The people at Grappa seemed to enjoy
my playing and singing. I was invited to perform again, which is one of the best compliments one can receive.
The Songwriting Course kicked off without me in the stadium. By the time I got there the game was in full play.
I'm paying the penalty a little now as I scramble to catch up, but luckily every bit of it is truly enjoyable. Took a long stroll to reset a my mind. I feel better, although I wanted to stay out there in the back fields where there were no cars or streets. Just cows and greens.

Rain-Sized Stones

The climate was introducing itself to me

careless downpour seemed to laugh

It found my face under the hood

covered it with its silly wetness

The cottons and denim my body was cloaked in

quickly gained weight

filling up with the nutritional liquid

forcing itself down in abundance

I only had a few more minutes walk

before I reached the house

I began speaking to the skies

pleading with them

But as I begged for relief,

the shower only amplified

rain-sized stones pelting my audacity

I started to smile, then to chuckle

until finally I burst out laughing at myself

I could feel the rain's victory

and my surrender

opening up the door

to our long, wet friendship

What is Your PUrpose?

pluck away at the strings you perpetually try to tune
and when your gaze reaches past what you can see - - -
enjoy.

Chicken Dance

Went to the local grocery store, Sainsbury, to pick up some foods. They have hot ready made chicken I like to get there - saves me lots of time and money actually. I told the man behind the deli counter I won't be able to eat the garlic and herb chicken thighs till later that night and asked if he thought it would be alright for me to microwave them later. Yes, but officially - no, he said. He's supposed to tell me no.
So, is it alright or not? I ask again.
No, no. But he does it all the time and feels fine.
Right. Ok. I'll take 4 pieces then. Cheers.

A Work In Progress - Join In!

Who told you that you’re naked

Was it love

I ask - was it hate

Or was it the envy that just couldn’t bare to wait

Was it rain

Was it the flame

Or was it the ones that were wishing to be the same

"Was it...." What do you think? Please leave a comment with your thoughts on the quandary - Thanks!

How Many People Does It Take To Hug A Tree?

Explored a bit of Bristol today with a group of international friends. Sitting in the college greens and basking in the sun was probably the best part. And of course the black currant ice cream with white chocolate and honey comb crunch was a pleasant treat. We are getting better at making decisions as a group, though it's not always easy to coordinate half a dozen people - each from a different country. I can apply to work for the UN after hanging with all these various children of the Earth.

Sing for Life

I had a 5 hour choir rehearsal this morning with the Bath Choral Society. I am one of the youngest people in the choir, bringing the age average down by 50 years probably. As I looked around, I was suddenly delighted and my heart was warmed to see all these older folks singing their guts out. Most of them are actually in surprisingly good shape. I wonder if it's music that helps keep them well and alive. Sign me up for life.