last night (pt.2),....

peel,
peel,
peeling
the lids off me glazzies this break. The well oiled machine that is the Chula family "experienced" (watched, saw, laughed, cried, stretched, witnessed, repented, sinned, farted, took, blah, blah, xxxct) Tom Waits last night. Wwwooooo MMaaannnn!, Sweet Jesus Lord himself once gave birth to a mischievous little boy named Thomas, sent him down from Heaven with a bowlers' hat on & instructed him (in his own way) to spread love & soul around to the masses. Let's just say he took his Father's ability to "speak" to people and wrote his own story after that.

I really, really don't know what else to say.
Tom Waits music for those who don't know is everything!
blues, soul, rock, garage, jazz, gospel, piano,
poetry,...
speak to me!
Troubadour, poet, beat, musician,
innovator, punk, storyteller, conductor.

An amazing evening
off for a kip

I descended down 3 flights of newly built wooden stairs, the kind that creak & crack like an old barn, but they weren't old, maybe they were built this way to save money, who knows. In my hand were 2 thin, red straps attached to a large white bag filled with a weeks worth of discarded materials, mostly paper tissues, rotten banana peels, folded up cereal boxes & paper plates. It's quite possible that 1 or 2 empty beer bottles had worked their way down to the bottom of the bag before reaching their final resting place. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I encountered an older woman with a large, friendly dog. The woman, who has spent the last few years enjoying her "sweets" seemed more startled at my appearance than the dog. She quickly hesitated her steps, but only for a moment. It was just enough time for me to sense her uncomfortable disposition. I stared at my shoe laces for a second, then quickly looked up and said, "hello". After a humdrum attempt to pet the dog, pleasantries were exchanged & we were soon on our way to our respected destinations. I soon found myself at a comfortable pace, walking across sidewalks & parking lots to the agreed upon fate of my discarded materials. As I walked up the ramp which led to a large, blue, steel structure, where I was to say my final goodbyes to my possessions, I realized how odd the weather was for a mid-day Summer's walk. The weather was as confused as I was, you know the kind, you actually have to stand really still, outside, alone, to tell if it's cool, or humid. Warm, windy, it's up & down actually, kind of like a teeter-tooter. As I reached the precipice of the ramp, I quickly realized I had a good 12 foot throw in front of me to properly discard my materials. I wound up like an 8 year old pitcher making his little league debut, and released what was in my mind a perfect throw down into the depths of filth, despair & stench. Gone were my discarded materials like a pair of designer sunglasses on your beach vacation, never to be seen or heard from again. I slowly walked back home, enjoying both the warmth of the sun on my face, and the stretch of muscles in my legs from walking. I quickly ascended the stairs, army like quickness, left, right, left, right, to my front door. I opened the door, turned on some music and sat down on the couch, content.

I kick rocks, not footballs. (things I do, things I say)

this'll fall under the thoughts category on the ole green slate
ssshhhh, quiet,..
think for a second.
see if you can float your mind,
escape at this very moment back to a more comfortable place,
bed, shower, youth, beach?...
no shops, traffic, cities,......BAM!
the woods. maybe some nature?
excuses to getout of work today and to that gratifying place,
ooohhh me head and me back.
Hey boss, guess what,...gotta run,
looking for another life, honesty, lies,
hey boss, feelin' a little lazy right now,
No, rubbish.
sneak out, sly like ninja qualities. Yes!
I'm still in that place, child like fantasy, escapism walking through
parking lots, pebbles are world cup winning goals,
national ideas & the like.
millionaire fundamentalist paying/backing me & my croonies
downtown office situation,
straight bringing the artist, NYC vibe.
proper design team, blues guitarist friend boi,
sulfur-ass bro stopping in
oohh check this,
horrorshow muscians lackey strumming tunes
throughout the day,
soundtrack to me writings and such.
coffee break, like making up games
gettin' No-ting done,
bro!, come down, come down.
oohhh, proper footie situation
like straight up pub atmos. down there
rivals & such, hating on each other
but lovin' it. let's see, we'll need 3 flatties
closing up on the slight,
gotta picture to check out.
leave a message. family comin' in
like loads. donatin', eatin', drinkin'
let's visit the 'ville
trips, newbies, indie, outtie, corp.
low-profile, shavin' ideas not faces
refills, lit, visit bukowski, spirit lives
midnight diner situation runnin' into waits
literally a nail in the brandy.
gruff, campin' out,
dreams, misdemeanors, situations
imaginations, being tapped.
papers, documents & bank transitions
left to ashes, blown away
by some poets wind.

strong, abraisive language

freddy nails on a green slate.
digging rocks out of rocks
with a granite shovel.
small children dodging words
from a drive by poem.
mind's covered by malignant fear.
stagnant shit in a cesspool of piss,
effervescent,
flowing into your phychie.
filth oozing out of your pores
like a binging alcoholic.
whincing adults splitting the tab,
eyes open/ears covered
unable to look away.
mother’s milk
sitting on the sidelines
ready to drink.
rules to apply
to a lifetime of deceit.
remembrance &
learned behavior.
A dog sniffing his nuts

by request,.

cheerful flowers sprout
a glorious tradition
sick weeds from the ground

goodbye for now

thoughts & physical appearance
besieged by newness
answering a trumpet's call
you were right,
there was a way, a path.
hold these moments near
like a newborn baby.

finding the courage

single column days
like molasses trenches
fuzzy gray & lackluster
all for the wrong reasons
endless seas & mountains
create storms to weather
recent injuries
nicked from a shave
bumped head on a tree
from looking down
don't fret, working on a
renascent spirit
minuscule insects shedding their skin
humans unable to follow suit
finding the courage to take it outside
super heroes with misplaced tights
shoot golden ray beams at
villainous creatures
finding the courage to
repair severed handshakes
conversations end like
drunken hobos
death & embarrassment by
wet pants
transient clowns driven by
greed & lack of ideas
personality folds like
a bad hand
lies on the outside
truth hidden inside
finding the courage,...
existence
questions asked of
structures & capitalism
satellite dishes covered in a
maple tree sap
left alone
solitude in a white room
vomitous literature to burn
arrival of divine ideas
economic atom bomb
words lassoed & tamed

notation and the like

bleeps & blips radiate from a crystal castle
clips & claps decimate trendy assholes
riffs & beats generate conversation pieces
torches & symphonies incite riots in stagnant cities
rhythms & rhymes repeat timeless gospels
questions & answers deliver confusion in debacles
poets & figments dummy as sparks & matches
skeptics & cynics wonder what the catch is

an ode to Alex,...

miscreant.
abrasive, unrelenting Prick!!
masochistic kiss
square on the lips.
back's turned
he'll have a go.
top flight, 12 rounds
what do you have in terms of assets?
capital pain, no interest rates.
remove the mask
Published on the front page:
Paying members seeking
personal reformation
to cover their sins.
upheavil & misplaced love
are all that remain.
gutted,
quick like a switchblade
does the same blood flow
through your veins?
Mr. Burgesses methods
keep you sane?
proper horrorshow lit.
slurp, slurp, slurpie
that milk & honey.
sippin' on the sweet nectar
animalistic qualities to fear
my, the tables have turned
Is there anything you cherish?
Ludwig Van,
that's a drug that can seep in.

can we speak a minute on "the happening"?

admiration abounds for the films of M. Knight Shyamalan. Most of you know, I like even the "bad" ones, and the good ones, well they're good. "2 gladiators fighting til death" is often how a disagreement goes between myself and an unbeliever. For those still doubting out there, come to me, I'll prove how good his films are in 15 minutes or less. You'll walk away defeated, dejected.

Any-right-ways, saw The Happening lastie, and quite liked it. As we used to say, that film had no fat on it. It was however a much smaller film than I thought it would be. Shame on me though. Why would I go in with a pre-conceived notion? Well I'm American for one thing, but Knight's films often leave you walking into the theater with a sense of the unknown. It's human nature to form some sort of idea about what you're getting yourself into, let's chalk it up to imagination. As I said, this film was quite good, smaller than I thought it would be with numerous moments of sheer horror. Quite creepy. This was another personal film that he wanted to make. I beyond respect this man as a filmmaker. You don't like my style? Well 2 fingers pointed your way mate! I'll make 'em my own damn way.

By far his most Hitchcock-esq film to date. Hitchcock often used large towering monolithic structures or buildings to create a sense of fear, journeys on trains, close-ups to show different feelings/emotions, and "interestingly creepy" music for mood. All were present in The Happening. (Although I seem to remember NOT seeing M. himself in the film with his usual cameo)

a sudden, unexplained virus is hitting parks in large metropolitan areas, then spreading to smaller areas as it prompts its victims to enter into a zombie like state, only to kill themselves. The cause of this horrific outbreak is of course unknown, with those pesky terrorists getting first dibs on proprietor. The story is told through the eyes of a science teacher & his wife, a math teacher & his daughter, and many other "bit" players. (Zooey Deschanel is the 2nd most prettiest woman/female type lady in the whole wide world)

The film is flawed, the acting is decent, but it's the screenplay and mostly dialogue that prevent the film from being much better. "Can you believe how Crappy people can be?" The story itself is interesting and the effects and death scenes are some of the most creepy and disturbing I have ever seen. ****Important Note**** Casual movie goers will probably not like this film. Sorry, I hope this doesn't sound snobby: You have to have an understanding and respect for Shyamalan's films, and film history in general to "get" this film. I won't give away anything else for those of you yearning to spend your hard earned, but keep in mind this is a very personal filmmaker were dealing with here, not your typical, everyday Hollywood director. Brevard County Sheriff's Detective Randy Holliday states, "Some Hollywood directors overdue it, M. Knight under does it". Yes he does Randy, I agree. And that's why I like him so much. Remember that word imagination I used earlier? Well, no pun intended, but keep that in mind if you go see The Happening.
3 out of 5 stars

have you ever been to a circus?

clowns with funny faces abound
ring leaders moving chess pieces
without thinking.
what are they working at?
Oh, I see
Petrol in this money making machine.
Proverbial whips
cracka lackin'
tigers perform
without being fed
wanna see me do a trick?
who holds the power here?
the paying audience
stuffing their fat faces?
or the performers being
denied their wages?
take me to your leader!
Oh No, I Jest!
I've been captured,
shirt snagged on the master's hook
you've weathered this riddle through
you've seen with your 2 glazzies
my current engagement finds these symbols true
It's probable there'll be more to come
for aggro in a man's heart
prompts these disheartening thoughts

fri the blood 13

writing, writing, writing some stuff fors yas
but before that day comes:
happy b-darn-day to bro-skers (you wank)
sorry bout cher lucky. old dinger
redin' clockie orange and
can't seem to speak clearly these days
M. night'ies newby comes out
this nethers and may I speak once on the toppers?
hate it, if'in yas wants to, but this here good ole boy
say to see that nesk moving pic 4in you wank on it
Cheers?
you neves know, it mase well be a right proper horrorshow.
poems, poems, know 'em!
tomas bloody waitin' just snuck up on me.
get right violent this weebie if'in yas feelin pokey.
It'll be a right Kerkuffle!
sheesh.

punching out

relationships with pink slips
punching out
thoughts scattered like
cheap lawn ornaments
mini, red-nosed gnomes
to kick in the face
A legion of his finest men
couldn't reign you back in
miles away from where you need to be
A mere bagatelle old boy?
Perchance
cobwebs easily wiped away
discarded like an
empty coffee cup
only to be re-filled
the next day
front porch philosophers
surround you like mosquitoes
unable to swat or spray
instant diagnosis
from an average Joe
regeneration
can peers get reality all wrong,
erroneous?
punching out,
that's throwing in the towel
in giving up speech
bridges crumble in alloted time
cheers to those deadlines
punching out,
shall we celebrate with beer or wine?
neither, I need a clear mind,
to
dismantle,
repair.

On Holiday:

salutations
I wasn't raptured,
yet.

how many units of time
has it been sense we've
chuck taylor'd?

whachu got?

money, rules, property, shops,
addictions, priorities, sunburns, tops,
commercial advertising, a buzz (idea),
employment, freedom?

Nope!

I got Love!

different cities bring comparisons
to various young people in my area.
Like,
Oh he's got his Father's eyes,
or
She's got her Mother's thighs.
This is America.
Remember that when you go off
exploring.
cath...
brings back memories of greatness
written
bold
It's out there
It was the way things were explained
It was about love &................
whatever happened?
getting old, or older can be well,...
we'll all be there sooner or later.
won't things often crumble?
who are you missing?

fam
mates
bro.'s?

find solace in the sea
notes played to a rhythm

These harmonies,
they've hit me hard,
like a paint ball.
Benton knows.

There R certain times at night
when your interest can be peaked.

A tiger in the jungle has nothing on you,
senses heightened.

Scottish mates - getting you through
don't look at another woman.
Look at what you have in front of you,
Perfect imperfections?!?!
That was more than enough,
Jesus is more than a Spanish
boys name.
Remember this, when confession comes,
or a beat.

Find a song or rhythm,

something to relate to
there's something else out there
numbness
sleep
Love is more than an idea
let music touch you & affect you.
Find the beauty in it,
again, solace.

respect
melodies
relate

Vacating,.....

be back.

at the end of it all,...

a grizzled old man sits collecting his thoughts at the end of a day. Part of this assemblage is the recollection of events & the pondering of decisions he has made not only for that day, but throughout his life as well. A lifetime of calm memories seep back into his mind and find a warm resting place after a brief absence. This reminisce can be compared to a young child returning to his or her own bed after an aborted sleepover. Upon arrival, these snap shots gently speak, 1 at a time, taking their turns. Battles fought, women loved, broken bones suffered, but even the slightest hint of remorse dare not show it's face. Here, at the end of it all, there's allowed not a moment for this attrition.

All that can be heard besides the wanning wind is the proverbial creaking & cracking of the antique rocking chair he's sitting in. Those old bones give way to a similar yearn from time to time, but the warmth of his heart suppresses the coldness that his age has set upon him. That pumping, muscular organ is wrapped in a gentleness the same way some large dogs behave around small infants. Cautious, timid, innocent.

Here on this porch, at the end of it all, the salt & pepper whiskers & wrinkles can't hide the almost mischievous smile that appears on the old mans face. He realizes with the impending doom, NO,.....impending bliss of his last breath, that he's lived not a perfect life, but one devoid of any regret. With this capitulation he serenely slips off the precipice of life, slowly sinking down into the warm, friendly haven of darkness and calm. His life is no more,

here,

at the end of it all.

stormy weather pen pals

HEY THERE!
greetings
checking in & shaking hands
exchanging pleasantries
What became of that well respected man?
Summer's cracking her will-timed head
Always punctual,.......
one season ends, another one begins.
still unable to catch & tame that dirty old dog?
Heed the warning, or it'll pass you by.
Albums acquired,...?
major battles won & lost,...?
Rubbish bin removed
clean start
still pursuing a degree in realization
all the while furthering my self-education.
Last we jested
peirced by a silver saber
insults hurled like shiny throwing stars
Ninjas hide in darkness
cat like prowess
ending this reminisce
starting the long road to recovery
by forgetting immediately
should we meet for coffee?
bad clue,
you found it bitter.
Apply sun screen when
the stormy weather passes.
been burned before by
that big star's gases.
before I part,
hold this lesson
a little nearer to your
heart.
earthquakes cause tremors
that can damage houses
miles away.