ZuniSpaceInvader 

...And then So clear

i would love to be in the desert now
feels like home to me
i now live where it's green and wet
i love that too, but i miss the magic

i used to just wander around in it
see where my feet would take me
used to ride my bike through it
see what i could before it got cold
or dark or i got thirsty

i think about my youth and the dreams
and the things that mattered then
i often wonder if it was really better
or if one just remembers the past selectively

i used to ride by your house hoping for a glimpse
did you know that?
fuck, i hope not. that would just be pathetic
but it's ok, cuz really that was someone else not me
that's just a memory
i dreamt about you last night actually
i was just hoping to talk
to catch up with you
you sat beside me, but there was no time
i was soon whisked away by a flaming chariot into Target
they were having a sale on furry-chicken-pencil toppers
the first ENO was there with his boyfriend
they were arguing about what ENO had spent the day doing
he said "nothing", like it was exactly what he should've been doing

it was a dream
what can i tell you?

i would love an out-of-body experience right now
to just close my eyes and float around the room
what would i do with myself if I could make that happen?
i can't tell if i'm just exausted or bored
i wish i could meditate right now
but i'm at work not working

i would like to punctuate less...

i'm listening to ENO now actually
and i want to weep
it's one of the most lovely songs i've heard
sweeping strings swelling my eyes
i'd live this song if i could, ya know?

i cannot wait to see my Bezzie later...

Slow This Bird Down

sitting bored
not unusual to be
mind going blank
eyes blurry
feels good i must say
numbness
stream
stream
come on, stream

been thinking alot lately about the origins of this season
people get so uptight about it all
it's always been fun for me, always will be i hope
the people love to stay stupid man, dontcha know?
who wants to understand when they can just exist?
i want to understand.

years ago, I took all kinds of steps to understand
some enlightening events occured my brothers
like the wheat strand that told me about TRUE love
like the early morning time travel
like the mathematics in the sky, showing itself to me
like the sound of drums and water
like the humpbacked whale that was I
like the reaching out for God, and being too shy
like the machine that was I, malfunctioning

what does all this nonsense mean you ask?
well, what do you think it means?
I asked too many questions
Got too close to the truth, my brothers
Cocky and proud was I, but they showed me
they made me understand that I could in no way understand
not possible
incapable
i am but a speck of dust in the scheming
one measly flower on the planet
living a lifetime to the fly, but only a blip in the cosmos

forget all that stuff
just enjoy the ride
be good to each other
be good to me and i'll be good to you
earn my respect, it is not automatic
you don't just deserve it because you're there...somewhere
make yourselves worthwhile to the rest, or stay out of the way

and please please please
stop driving those fucking tanks all over the place
it is not necessary
walk
talk...softly please
my ears are just too damn fragile anymore

what say you, my brothers?

Like Liberty, without the Y

I've been thinking about an old friend named Chris a lot lately. I wonder why? The first time I heard his name, I was 7 years old. There was a talent show at my school, and it was pumped through to each class on TV. He did this dance to New York Groove! Keep in mind that this was at an age before you start judging what is and isn't ridiculous. I thought the kid was cool, cuz like me, he liked Ace Frehley!

We were not in the same class, so I didn't really see him after that, except maybe outside on the playground. However, the following year at Halloween time, all of the kids would get dressed up and parade around the other classrooms. Suddenly, here comes this silver-faced kid, and lo & behold, it's Ace Frehley, er... I mean Chris! We still weren't really friends yet...

Fast forward a few years and we're in High School. Finally, Chris and I are friends, not the best of friends mind you, but we would see each other at parties or wherever everybody was hanging out. I remember mentioning that I first saw him on TV at the age of 7, dancing to New York Groove. I made the mistake of mentioning it in front of other people, and he denied it. Afterwards, I was like, "dude, you know you did that back then". He smiled and laughed.

Chris was a good guy. He was into body building, and maybe he was putting stuff into his body that he shouldn' t have that made him pretty agressive. I can't say for sure, but I've heard things. Deep down though, I think he was sweet. One of those guys that can't let it show, because he thinks it's a weakness. I'm no fuckin' psychologist by the way. Maybe it is a weakness when you're a 17 year old boy.

More years go by and High School is a distant memory. Another lifetime. Another world.
I heard he spent some time in prison. I don't know what for. He got out and was working at a car wash towards the end.

I never saw Chris again. I heard he did what he did because he didn't want to go back to prison.
I hate that he did that. I've heard his whole life was a tough one, at home. I don't know what's true and what's not true. However, I do know that Chris is gone.

He used to say to people trying to spell his name, "it's like Liberty, without the Y"

Chris, I hope you've found your peace.
If you've made it back to Earth, I hope to see you again.

tz

The Beauty of The Bee Gees

Hello...lo...lo...lo...lo
Is there anyone out there?
Anyone else outside?

Well, lemme just start this thang!
I'm sitting listening to the bros. gibb,
and i'm thinking what a wonderful group of singing genius' they be.
Sometimes I listen to them and drift far far away.
Another space, another time....er
Then other times I think, wow, what a bunch of shit.
Depends on the song me guesses...

Ah shit! Night fever just came on!
One cannot deny the power of the funky guitar, can they?
If they can, I don't wanna know 'em.
However, I must say, as a former drummer, that disco beats are blahhhhh.
No wait, the High Hat is perfection! Like Ice Cream on a choco-biscuit, on a mound of sugarplums! Mmmm, sugarplums sound good right now.
Except they tug ever so un-gently upon my faux-teeth.
I've still some real ones my friends, worry not.

Got my iTunes on random right now, and I really should be working, but...I don't wanna.
Jive talkin' starts out really good, doesn't it? But then it gets kinda longish.
Intro reminds me of New York Groove. Remember that one kiddies?
Betcha don't. Prove me wrong. Lemme know there's intelligent life out there after all.
Not this way though. Send it telepathically C.O.D. please. I'll be ever so grapenuts!
Gotta loves the handclaps! Not exactly Gypsy King good, but still good nonethaless, eh?

I'm all outta Ramblings my brethren.
Have a good next few hours...