Tinku

Perhaps, this is what war will come to?  Full circle and violent!

EACH YEAR IN EARLY MAY, the hills and towns of Bolivia erupt with violent fighting. The weapons are fists and stones. People die. And after a few days, everything goes back to normal.

This is tinku.

There may be no tourist attraction in the world quite like tinku, the ritual street battles practiced by some indigenous communities in the Bolivian Andes. Visitors return with reports of chaos and brutal warfare, fueled by homemade booze, in remote mountain villages. 

Sticks and Stones

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Almost, soon, there will be no stones to throw.

Everyone left to their own.

Of what is not owned.

Suffice to say,

most will be alone.

Scrapping down a cityscape.

No food for the land.

No place for an escape.

Beating back the promises with rotted sticks.

I wonder where the disillusioned…

Will find a fence.

A cushioned place in which to sit.imageedit_25_6382093541

‘It’s absurd to believe that we might
Deserve anything
As if its balanced in the end!’

Jack Johnson

 

 

 

James Dean, Chaplin and Marilyn

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I sat in the un-named room.imageedit_102_7837973531

Surrounded by James Dean, Marilyn, Charlie Chaplin

and…

Einstein.

As if patience were a muster… To a riffle I carry.

I loaded and took careful aim.

Then, I sat with my friends and awaited pain.

Pain did not disappoint…It arrived on time.

Gathered by my bare-feet…

Suffering,

shape shifted and became a peace sign.

A community of many half-caste beings… beckon my walls.

Rifle or not.

Peace, crossbreeds and pain rise together.

And, together they fall.

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To set things ‘straight’…

The un-named room and I will always agree.

If I lie in the bed long enough…

Outside the window…

There will come to be a newly formed…life of leafs.

Foliage just slight enough to not arouse the need for injury.

Fauna just vast enough to remove all the moment’s worry.

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All alone, or in two’s,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.

Outside the Wall – Pink Floyd

 

 

 

Pain ,as much

 

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Daylight, you will not beat me.  I will not lie down.

The stabs of broken sticks.  The rash of electricity running thru the spine.

The blood circulating a feeling of breaking rock upon rock.

None of this…or, more, will defeat me.

I will walk today.  As I’ve walked, time and time before.  Out of the abyss of pity.

Clemency, not for me.  I will sustain.  I am a survivor.

My body, as of all days, is not yours.

The past had not been a mistake.  The sport, the jousting, the bantering and the ploys…

have made me.

I will wear my mistakes and triumphs with pride.

I will not put you aside, however, I will not hide.

Mid morn, still mad, in between in strides…

It is scorn hobbled with pride.

If it is not the right

It is the left.

Malady has taken the best…

forsaken dignity…

eluded a personal victory.

A mile to go,

A sole has gone to the gods.

A prayer to heal,

a scuff begins…

no thought,

just feel, feel, feel.

 

‘Sometimes, you get so used to the pain that it becomes its own separate entity.  Living and breathing…with or without you.’

F..ing Perfect

imagination is more important than knowledge
English: Albert Einstein Français : Portrait d’Albert Einstein (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thoughts for an Ambien laced Saturday… Not everything that can be counted is important, and not precisely what counts may be counted. by Albert Einstein.
Or, better said, by PINK

I don’t know if I can yell any louder
How many time I’ve kicked you outta here?
Or said something insulting?

I can be so mean when I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces
But my heart is broken

Please don’t leave me

I always say how I don’t need you
But it’s always gonna come right back to this
Please, don’t leave me

How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I’ve never been this nasty

Can’t you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest
But baby I don’t mean it
I mean it, I promise

Please don’t leave me

I always say how I don’t need you
But it’s always gonna come right back to this
Please, don’t leave me

I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me
I cannot be without, you’re my perfect little punching bag
And I need you, I’m sorry

Please, please don’t leave me

So, in the end, the only thing that counts is ‘who gets the copyrights to the book of my life?’
Traveling South-
Ambien Grace