Purple, or was it blue
which blew my eye wide
open to a view.
Rolling right, into you.
Two
suns of beast and best.
East of sleep and waking west.
A parallel
A double barrel swell
A toast to more in light of stars
requiring lesser rest.
The one who moved the sun, I thank you.
Wednesday, June 17
Sunday, March 22
Another joint rolled loose
and smothered by loose lips
I'm bailing water out a sinkin' ship and dousin' the dreams of a fiend.
Restraint and I never
tight like skinny leather
in't he ever learnt from falling down_that face is one scarred frown.
Could'nt kill her with a song
my strong left stage quite a long
stretch ago, priors and premeditation cause it's wrong to fetch a guess.
and smothered by loose lips
I'm bailing water out a sinkin' ship and dousin' the dreams of a fiend.
Restraint and I never
tight like skinny leather
in't he ever learnt from falling down_that face is one scarred frown.
Could'nt kill her with a song
my strong left stage quite a long
stretch ago, priors and premeditation cause it's wrong to fetch a guess.
Friday, February 27
My uniform
pressed like the Chief
yours simply worn
to gather fruits of beasts
I got a thing to sing about it
Smoke from 223
from a coffin nail
they both seal boxes
bent on driving up sails
I had a thing to swing around it
I drove the train eastbound and right
at night while trains were runnin'
my fightin' weight was 10 pounds ago
black math would say black jack's a comin'
I only count back when leavin' towns quick
Landed on my feet but on cracked concrete
rural routes all across my haul
all lies led her to the truth
and I followed mine to the squall.
pressed like the Chief
yours simply worn
to gather fruits of beasts
I got a thing to sing about it
Smoke from 223
from a coffin nail
they both seal boxes
bent on driving up sails
I had a thing to swing around it
I drove the train eastbound and right
at night while trains were runnin'
my fightin' weight was 10 pounds ago
black math would say black jack's a comin'
I only count back when leavin' towns quick
Landed on my feet but on cracked concrete
rural routes all across my haul
all lies led her to the truth
and I followed mine to the squall.
Monday, February 16
For a girl with no face
or breaths ever drawn
you just may be the one good thing
this boy done saw
since I left the kit and the rifle for the bell
I'll ring it till you come runnin'
and ringin', my joint swells
Tell 'em, 'keep your hands off of my my girl, son'.
Got 40 records and a book shelf, full
and she'll be mine cause that's what I'm gone do.
Yeah, that's what I'm gone do.
Hate to sell you but this day I'll shine,
this day so rare-
I may just be out of time.
Tell me, 'put your hands on me boy, now'
I'm too many years away from sun.
With my hands, they left the rifle cold,
hate to think you ain't the one.
Girl, can't nobody else be the one.
or breaths ever drawn
you just may be the one good thing
this boy done saw
since I left the kit and the rifle for the bell
I'll ring it till you come runnin'
and ringin', my joint swells
Tell 'em, 'keep your hands off of my my girl, son'.
Got 40 records and a book shelf, full
and she'll be mine cause that's what I'm gone do.
Yeah, that's what I'm gone do.
Hate to sell you but this day I'll shine,
this day so rare-
I may just be out of time.
Tell me, 'put your hands on me boy, now'
I'm too many years away from sun.
With my hands, they left the rifle cold,
hate to think you ain't the one.
Girl, can't nobody else be the one.
Saturday, February 7
'The delta sway'
2.07.2009 1600 hours
Single die values for 24kg swings [double the roll], 16kg Double Press [actual roll is rep count]:
Maximum sets in 20 minutes.
Swing x 6-4-10-6-12-10-6-6-8-6-12
DBL Press x 2-4-3-5-5-4-3-3-5 alternating-5 side press LR-4
Done. Off to work at The Joe.
2.07.2009 1600 hours
Single die values for 24kg swings [double the roll], 16kg Double Press [actual roll is rep count]:
Maximum sets in 20 minutes.
Swing x 6-4-10-6-12-10-6-6-8-6-12
DBL Press x 2-4-3-5-5-4-3-3-5 alternating-5 side press LR-4
Done. Off to work at The Joe.
Friday, February 6
No 'or', simply 'and'
Hard Style and Kettlebell Sport. They both define kettlebell lifting.
Trader Joe's and Whole Foods Market. A conscious eater's dynamic duo.
The White Stripes and The Black Keys. Two revivialist pairs. Two by Two.
It's always and.
The Black Keys at the Electric Factory last night. What I saw was two cats named Pat and Dan shred a sold out house. I did my best to not pay attention to any of the women in the crowd. I wanted to let them enjoy their show. I did notice, however, that all the kittens were out last night. My laws.
What I heard?
Band of Gypsies
Led Zeppelin II
Sonic Youth
And a host of authentic blues musicians who I could not ID by name, but the Keys make clear as influences in their music.
Simply, it was primal and pristine. Won't miss them again.
Trader Joe's and Whole Foods Market. A conscious eater's dynamic duo.
The White Stripes and The Black Keys. Two revivialist pairs. Two by Two.
It's always and.
The Black Keys at the Electric Factory last night. What I saw was two cats named Pat and Dan shred a sold out house. I did my best to not pay attention to any of the women in the crowd. I wanted to let them enjoy their show. I did notice, however, that all the kittens were out last night. My laws.
What I heard?
Band of Gypsies
Led Zeppelin II
Sonic Youth
And a host of authentic blues musicians who I could not ID by name, but the Keys make clear as influences in their music.
Simply, it was primal and pristine. Won't miss them again.
Wednesday, February 4
Exposure
My doubters have faces. They occupy space in my head. Thoughts are not matter. Two thoughts may occupy the same space at the same time. Thoughts, when they wear the suit of a doubter, take the form of a human enemy. They become the snide comment offered by someone who I dislike. They arouse suspicion within myself, directed toward myself, and rollover into tangential negativity and, if given enough food, they will manifest. A nasty thought becomes a sneer on my face. An idea that someone in this room is doubting me becomes a unit of wasted energy.
Thoughts are not matter.
They attach themselves to matter. Their weight in love or loathe is matched by the actual piece of the universe they stow themselves in.
Heavy thoughts of hatred travel well on injured joints. Featherweight disasters whisked to and fro when I secrete sinister soundbites in my head. Someone looked at me funny in 5Th grade - let's twist an ankle!
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here, in my head. Words are very unnecessary. Thoughts can always do harm.
Heavy, right? Not really. I feel it to be true. I tried, tonight, to take a monster dump and leave a pile of shit, reeking of self-doubt, in the room, but like an inexperienced traveler I reingested some of it and took it home.
Kapalbhati in Varjasana
Kneeling in front of my reflection.
A vessel glazed in an honest shower
blown dry by anabatic zephyr.
Lies define my semblance and
reflected truth regards a lie.
Bikram's Yoga notes:
He has written three books, I believe.
There are 26 poses, two of which are breathing exercises.
Poses 2-12 are the Balancing Series, and are performed standing.
Poses 4-5-6-7-10-11 are performed while standing on a single leg. Poses are reciprocated on the opposite leg, naturally.
Pose 13 is a rest position.
Poses 14-25 are the Spine Strengthening Series, and involve contact with the floor.
Poses 13 and 14 are in the supine.
Pose 15 is a Sit Up.
Poses 16-19 are in the prone.
Poses 20-25 are performed in some variation of the Japanese 'sitting' position.
Pose 26 is a breathing exercise, performed in the sitting.
A final savasana, in the dead body, or supine/sprawled position, finishes the session.
Classes are 90 minutes. The room is heated to 105 and humidity is added with a large, expensive looking humidifier. The 10-30 other bodies in the room also become a factor.
530AM classes include, upon my observation at least, more overweight people and more men over the age of 40. Fat people and old men do not irk me, I happen to see them more in the AM, simply. Most people do not shower before they come to a 0530 Hot Yoga class. Senses are reeling at that hour. Typically 10-15 students maximum.
Mid-morning classes include more Moms. All of which seem to be undeniably attractive, and drive large troop-transport vehicles, e.g. Mini-vans, SUVs, etc. These classes are usually full and will see 25 bodies min-i-mum.
Afternoon/evening classes see the younger folk, as well as a battalion of hot women who all have the requisite Yoga gear. Flowy pants, sports bras, head bands, fancy mats [your author has a 58.00 mat as well, very necessary], and there a few tattooed freaks in the mix at the 430 T-R classes. You will often find the most high-energy, demanding instructors in the afternoon classes. Katelynn if you are reading this I am just now allowing myself to like you. Classes are typically a solid 20 bodies, if not more. The room is long and mirrored on the west wall. The train tracks, less than 10 feet from the back wall, provide zero distraction. If you can hear the train a comin', you are not focusing on the Yoga.
Also, and I am speaking exclusively to myself here, if you [I] are looking at the girls, you [Will] are interrupting your own practice and possibly theirs. Understand that they are sexual beings just like you [me], and deserve as much privacy as they can get in a sweaty, crowded room. And even though there may be instances where you [I] refrain from looking around the room, remember, they can tell if someone is leering at them. Like the girl to my right who looks amazing in her powder blue shirt and plum pants, with the naked ring finger and blond hair the color of winter wheat, shit I hardly noticed her!
The solution - all male Yoga.
W2?
Go to Hulu and watch this documentary if you are inclined to see, or have seen, the actual movie.
Thoughts are not matter.
They attach themselves to matter. Their weight in love or loathe is matched by the actual piece of the universe they stow themselves in.
Heavy thoughts of hatred travel well on injured joints. Featherweight disasters whisked to and fro when I secrete sinister soundbites in my head. Someone looked at me funny in 5Th grade - let's twist an ankle!
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here, in my head. Words are very unnecessary. Thoughts can always do harm.
Heavy, right? Not really. I feel it to be true. I tried, tonight, to take a monster dump and leave a pile of shit, reeking of self-doubt, in the room, but like an inexperienced traveler I reingested some of it and took it home.
Kapalbhati in Varjasana
Kneeling in front of my reflection.
A vessel glazed in an honest shower
blown dry by anabatic zephyr.
Lies define my semblance and
reflected truth regards a lie.
Bikram's Yoga notes:
He has written three books, I believe.
There are 26 poses, two of which are breathing exercises.
Poses 2-12 are the Balancing Series, and are performed standing.
Poses 4-5-6-7-10-11 are performed while standing on a single leg. Poses are reciprocated on the opposite leg, naturally.
Pose 13 is a rest position.
Poses 14-25 are the Spine Strengthening Series, and involve contact with the floor.
Poses 13 and 14 are in the supine.
Pose 15 is a Sit Up.
Poses 16-19 are in the prone.
Poses 20-25 are performed in some variation of the Japanese 'sitting' position.
Pose 26 is a breathing exercise, performed in the sitting.
A final savasana, in the dead body, or supine/sprawled position, finishes the session.
Classes are 90 minutes. The room is heated to 105 and humidity is added with a large, expensive looking humidifier. The 10-30 other bodies in the room also become a factor.
530AM classes include, upon my observation at least, more overweight people and more men over the age of 40. Fat people and old men do not irk me, I happen to see them more in the AM, simply. Most people do not shower before they come to a 0530 Hot Yoga class. Senses are reeling at that hour. Typically 10-15 students maximum.
Mid-morning classes include more Moms. All of which seem to be undeniably attractive, and drive large troop-transport vehicles, e.g. Mini-vans, SUVs, etc. These classes are usually full and will see 25 bodies min-i-mum.
Afternoon/evening classes see the younger folk, as well as a battalion of hot women who all have the requisite Yoga gear. Flowy pants, sports bras, head bands, fancy mats [your author has a 58.00 mat as well, very necessary], and there a few tattooed freaks in the mix at the 430 T-R classes. You will often find the most high-energy, demanding instructors in the afternoon classes. Katelynn if you are reading this I am just now allowing myself to like you. Classes are typically a solid 20 bodies, if not more. The room is long and mirrored on the west wall. The train tracks, less than 10 feet from the back wall, provide zero distraction. If you can hear the train a comin', you are not focusing on the Yoga.
Also, and I am speaking exclusively to myself here, if you [I] are looking at the girls, you [Will] are interrupting your own practice and possibly theirs. Understand that they are sexual beings just like you [me], and deserve as much privacy as they can get in a sweaty, crowded room. And even though there may be instances where you [I] refrain from looking around the room, remember, they can tell if someone is leering at them. Like the girl to my right who looks amazing in her powder blue shirt and plum pants, with the naked ring finger and blond hair the color of winter wheat, shit I hardly noticed her!
The solution - all male Yoga.
W2?
Go to Hulu and watch this documentary if you are inclined to see, or have seen, the actual movie.
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