Jimi on a Curtis Knight record.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever God may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not cried nor winced aloud,
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the captain of my fate,
I am the master of my soul.

William Earnest Henley, 1875

Sheesh.

what does she want? oh, it's endless...
another sunny day. another pair of cowboy boots. another hardanger fiddle. another hard rain. another girl. another flower. another shot of vodka.
another lottery ticket. another beer. another song. another night like last night. another baby. (What?!) another chance. another fence.
another dance. another one of them. another thousand bucks. another babysitter. another trip to the redwoods. another bottle of wine.
another pick like that little white one I like so well.
another memory. another clove cigarette. another tattoo. another tattoo. another tattoo. another beautiful inspiration. another adventure.
another night out on the town. another day at the swimmin pool. another porch swing. another light bulb. another lipstick. another blues song.
another kiss. another car. another fuckin shot of vodka. another trip to clifftop. another boy to kiss. another pardon. another love.
another banjo tune. another sunrise. another pair of long curtains. another door. another arrangement. another way out.
another lost week of debauchery. another crawfish boil. another pair of platform shoes. another window. another trip to louisiana. another laugh.
another cup of coffee. another watering can. another night drinking cheap wine on the fire escape. another grateful dead show.
another jar of locksteady. another look at that beautiful man. another book of poetry. another email. another singing lesson on the porch, with scotch.
another listen to that song. another new friend. another copy of "let it bleed." another sweet hug from my kids. another avocado. another evening for you to come over and sing with me on my porch.
another look at that beautiful light at the end of the tunnel.... another chance for that long hair to be in my face as he whispers in my ear.... another set of keys. another chance to talk to bono. another recording session.
another strawberry. another fiddle tune. another check in the mail. another slap on the ass. another road trip. another toy. another beautiful sunset.
another bottle of skeeterbeater. another kind hippiechick. another slide down the waterslide. another night alone in the wilderness.
another chance to sing with her. another pack of toilet paper. another bonnaroo. another invite from john paul jones, and damnit man this time i will go.
another chance to hear her say "fuckin' A!!" another laugh. another visit. another phone call. another text message. another clue. another one of those. another meeting with the lawyer.
another damn shot of vodka. another smile. another vintage 70's maxidress. another chance to get it right this time.
another sunflower. another candle. another kiss from you. another dream. another bliss.

another one.

What Do White Birds Say

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
It fled from all my ecstasy,

Now like a singing air creature
I feel the Rose
Keep opening.

My heart turned to effulgent wings.
When has love not given freedom?
When has adoration not made one free?

A woman broken in tears and sweat
Stands in a field
Watching the sun and me
Trade jokes.

But never would Hafiz laugh
At your blessed labor
Of finding peace.

What do the dancing white birds say
Looking down upon burnt meadows?

All that you think is rain is not.
Behind the veil Hafiz and angels sometimes weep

Because most eyes are rarely glad
And your divine beauty is still too frightened
To unfurl its thousand swaying arms.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
Illusion fled from all my ecstasy.

Now like a radiant sky creature
God keeps opening.

God keeps opening
Inside of Me.

From "The Gift" by Daniel Ladinsky.

http://www.litkicks.com/Texts/GoldenEternity.html

Just go.

Paul Priest, here ya go. In a world of confusion and bullshit, we must feed the POSITIVE VIBRATION.

So I’mo post my own just like master Paul has done.

I like: (not necessarily in this order...)
drum solos
steven tyler
the skillet lickers
alphonse mucha
my new tattoos
my old tattoos
my kids
my mom and dad and siblings
motherhood
sandalwood
the rolling stones
number 11 and number 3
clove cigarettes
being in love
long hair
pirates
willow trees
led zeppelin
leather chaps and boys that wear ’em
golden champa absolute
ludwig van beethoven
love letters
fiddles
drum circles
art nouveau
big lakes... and canoes
peter tosh
magenta
golden eagles
atlas cedarwood
dreadlocks
henri de toulouse-lautrec
my viola
water
sunshine
mountains
greasy grass, montana
long haired boys that wear their hair in a braid
red wine
helichrysum
good friends
sweet home alabama
slide guitar
campfires
poetry
I mean GOOD poetry
corduroy levis
hardanger fiddles
louisiana
twelve string guitars
jukeboxes
antonio vivaldi
the moon
gram parsons
great danes
furry boots
going barefoot
plant life
summertime
new orleans
wolfgang amadeus mozart
sleeping under the stars
windchimes
road trips
music festivals
raton pass
the beach
scarves in the winter
incense
bob marley
making art
fracas perfume
poison perfume
kahlil gibran
my job
breathing
kissing
mark twain
lightnin’ hopkins
harness boots
jargar strings
gourd banjos
tommy jarrell
DDAD tuning
the grateful dead
peavine falls
writing songs
ola belle reed
morning glories
canray fontenot
live music
cussing a blue streak
avocadoes
whiskey
anon egeland
dawson creek (the actual place in baton rouge, not the stupid tv show)
snake rings
dragonflies
sunshine
caterpillars
springtime
linden blossom absolute
the balfa brothers

all y’all

Pass it on.

"If you hear a voice within you say ’YOU CANNOT PAINT’ then by all means PAINT and that voice will be silenced."

Vincent incredible Van Gogh