Universe

I am the universe
You are my held out hand








Look into my eyes
And tell me we have never loved

Peeking

I'm peeking out from behind the clouds. Are you there?
I see you, but do you know who you are?
I found out alone and still there I sleep.
Waiting for the understanding
In which I keep.

Translating for 'The Blue One'

Last night, while a friend was visiting my house, she inadvertently invited a guest. We were both sitting on the couch talking about the birth of our souls when wisps of white appeared next to the dining room chair closest to us. The cabinet behind the chair became just a little bit lighter in color as the visitor materialized slowly. A cherubim from the garden of Eden he was/is, and he was here to see the blue one. I, being just the translator, became caught in a conversation I was not welcome to intrude upon. The visitor, whose name cannot be pronounced without the sounds of harmonic chimes, was soothing to her and adjusted his personal color map with her fluctuating anxiety level. He was mostly sea foam green and flushed a navy blue just when the time was right. She appreciated this, as she is shy and was just confronted with a friend from thousands of years ago. He told her that she used to tell stories to bunnies, smell giant yellow trumpet-shaped flowers while on guard duty and that she was six feet tall...but that everything was bigger then. He has a fun time assuming the bodily form of a human. His legs made him nervous so he hid beneath the floor for most of the visit. At one point he just stuck his nose up, as if to breath above the water. He stayed for over an hour to reminisce with her and showed a fondness toward her spirit that was genuine. Before he departed he graced her with a hug of his wings. And after he left, we both sat on the floor to absorb the residual energy soaked up by the hardwood. We both agreed that it felt more true than any other thing in the room.

Tantrum

Diggin' on Hay(na)ku

To a Man

Your
marshmallow cocoon
is quite intoxicating


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From Real

The cancer you
feed in
dreams

Wakes
and grows
within you strong

Forwarding causes you
deny like
candy

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Desperate

I'd eat my
chalk for
you

Sappho Does Hay(na)ku

Sappho Does Hay(na)ku, by Scott Keeney is now available on Amazon.com. Each book is signed by the author and is beautifully hand-bound. The first release from Sephyrus Press and a better choice could not have been made!

Best horoscope ever!

ARIES (March 21-April 19): Some people would like the world better if
it didn't have oddballs, freaks, black sheep, misfits, and crackpots.
Personally, I'm very much in favor of these types, and celebrate the
entertaining diversity they add to the world. I hope you share my
attitude, Aries, because you're going to have to be in intimate
relationship with your own inner weirdo in the coming week. If you're
prejudiced against people who don't act normal, you'll have trouble
dealing with the unusual urges and needs that will be welling up in
you. But if you've developed an appreciation for anomalous behavior, you'll
be able to love yourself just right.

for your sign check out Rob Brezny's Website Free Will Astrology.

I can freely embrace my inner wierdo. Maybe this means that I'll get fired and shave off most of my hair and dye just the little bit that's left over green. And only wear garbage bags but fasten them with a big bumble bee pin. ? That'd be awesome :) And I do love all of you! Everyone - even those who don't share their oddness with us. We all have something in us that is special.

Bjork - Human Behaviour

Living on earth can be challenging and dealing with different levels of awareness doesn't make it any easier. Most people are aware of when their egos are active and when they are behaving illogically. But what about self-indulgence? Being wierd or strange because you are that or just because you can? When does self exploration become a bad thing? An artist (or anyone) can become so involved in a project or research that the whole outside world becomes a blurry noise. Does it matter what the outcome of that project/research is to determine the 'worth' of the time 'lost' leading up to the point of completion? If a man spends 2 years of his life completely entangled in making a book that he barely notices the seasons go by and the book is disregarded by society, does that make him a loser? What if that same man's book is published to high acclaim and he makes millions, then he didn't waste his time, right? I guess it comes down to personal choice and obligations. If you set up your life to include others, like a husband, wife, kids or friends, then you either have to honor those choices or make it really clear who you are and how you work before entering into those relationships. I bring this up because, while watching and listening to Bjork today, I noticed how supremely strange she is. She is dazzling, light-filled brilliance and i love to watch her face as she sings and I love to hear her talk about her work. She has such a connection to what she does, she pours herself into the cd and what she wants is what we hear. She completely honors her perspective and seems to ignore anything outside her own blinders. So should we be aware of our earthly personalities as being just that - personalities and not our eternal selves, or do we consider that our own personal gift to the world? Is our humble take on things really that important to devote our whole lives to sharing it, honing the delivery and spreading the word about it? I guess that is why artists are born artists. The creative urge just needs to be expressed, no matter what form it takes and what needs to happen for it to come to fruition. Judging any step of that process just might halt the entire thing. And who knows? Maybe that was the whole reason for this lifetime.

Bjork Interview

Flesh Piston + Images

My original drawings for this song are lost (somewhere in the garage) or have been thrown away. I'm too impatient to dig for them - so here is a rough cut of what I had intended. The images started popping into my head while listening one day and it evolved into a story. The song is Flesh Piston by Cancer Dance, my favorite song by him.

Destination

"Nice map."











"Where does it go?"








"Let's find out."






"Ahh,
to your mountain."

My day in drawings

Song of the day

Portishead - Wandering Star - from their album 'Dummy'

I wish I could post everything. Today is a Portishead kind of day.

Video of the day

Portishead - Only you from their self-titled ablum

Residue

Wash yourself. You
smell like
me.