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Every writer dips his brush into his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

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A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never. It is not offended at your absent-mindedness, nor jealous if you turn to other pleasures, of leaf, or dress, or mineral, or even of books. It silently serves the soul without recompense, not even for the hire of love. And yet more noble, it seems to pass from itself, and to enter the memory, and to hover in a silvery transfiguration there, until the outward book is but a body, and its soul and spirit are flown to you, and possess your memory like a spirit. And while some books, like steps, are left behind us by the very help which they yield us, and serve only our childhood, or early life, some others go with us in mute fidelity to the end of life, a recreation for fatigue, an instruction for our sober hours, and a solace for our sickness or sorrow. Except the great out-doors, nothing that has no life of its own gives so much life to you.38021435-open-book-vintage-effect-style-picture-processing

Henry Ward Beecher

 

Watched You Fall

 

Watched you Fall

No, I am not like you

you in your being of correctiveness

it's such a weary feeling
it’s such a weary feeling

the fake courtesy

when you've been stealing from yourself
when you’ve been stealing from yourself

the righteousness on which you insist.

 

All wrapped up in the mundane

I am not found fetal like nor am I kind.

I am what is dark, dismal and blind.

 

wishing the world away
wishing the world away

 

 

 

Forget the hidden diary

the closet and the unopened bottle of desperation

I don’t believe in forgiven indiscretions

I am not made of any specific social direction.

I come hot and run suddenly cold

blaming someone else
blaming someone else

I am all the power you mistakenly forget to posses

I am burden and I am bold.

 

i watched you fall
i watched you fall

Lying ever in an awakened state

I will not call on you

but forever await.

the Barking Buddha

what have we learned so far?

1. Dogs feed on not only kibble but connection.  A commonness between dog and the world around them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have you ever wondered why you were placed here on earth? Sometimes we lose our way and are not sure about our true purpose. The same is true for dogs.

When dogs are given a job and contribute in some way to the well being of others they feel a sense of satisfaction. As humans, we need to find our purpose as well. When we take the time to discover our purpose in life, we feel more fulfilled, and our life feels more meaningful.

 

SING AND BARK TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT!!!

every dog needs a friend they can beat up and than take to bed!
What a dog wants is for you to fetch your own dirty sock!
dog wakes

What A dog wants, what a dog needs…

I want to thank you for giving me time to fart, like a old sock.  You, my master waited so obediently!  You sat there dumb founded while I got my shit together.

And I am thanking for for giving me what a dog wants.  What makes me drool.  What makes me daffy.  And, what have I figured out?  It’s okay to mark but not hump too much!

Cuz in my heart was a picture of us struggling to walk at the dog park, or humping the neighbor’s legs and it’s lucky for me you know how to beg.

There was a time where I was bullheaded.  I was not neutered.  Trotted away just to hide my balls from you!  But best friend you knew my scent better than I knew it myself.

Sting says, if you love something let it go.  If it comes back it was yours.  But I hunted it down and maimed it’s beak.  That’s how I knew…when you buried it the very next week..

What a dog wants?  What a dog needs?

Dog eats
Dog eats

Is someone foolish enough to believe that potty training ends at 2.

Whatever keeps you talking that strange doggie talk.  Whatever keeps me from eating the cake and the ice cream too.  I want to thank you for giving me what a dog wants.

What a dog needs? Is quiet place to fart.

What a dog wants?  Is a bitch in heat at the dog park!

What you’ve given me in training I could only tell you in a bark-

dog shits
dog shits

What a dog wants is for you to fetch your own dirty sock!

What a dog needs is for an owner that can go alone for walk!

Whatever keeps you humans ticking thank you for the laughs from the bottom of my heart.

 

 

 

what a dog wants. what a dog needs
dog sleeps

 

tiny Buddha and Dog tells us:

forgive

find your balance

live for today

and, always leave your mark no matter how small!

 

 

 

Dog Ma’s Prayer

 

Will work for Kibble
Will work for Kibble

 

 

 

One night a lesbian had a dream…

She had dreamed she was walking along with the Undisciplined Dog…a God amongst the the bitches and bastards of the canine world!  And, with every scoop of doggie waste she noted six footprints in the piles of dung deposited along the path.

unconditionally yours
unconditionally yours

 Scenes from this women’s life flashed across the dog park.  Each Kodak moment peppered with scenes of I am owned by my dog and he knows it.  Times and hours spent debating the age old question…am I smarter than my dog.  With each disturbingly socially inept run in with the doggie law and with every minute she had spent explaining to authorities…’I promise officer he won’t be left alone without adult supervision again’.  With every pet ownership trauma, every soiled newly upholstered white couch and amongst all the turmoil and fallen tears of breaking the beast…discouraging his overzealous need to hump small children’s stuffed animals.

When the very last scene of turmoil, disbelief and citation of ‘running at large’ flashed before the dog owner’s disillusioned sky.  With all this and a new prescription of doggie depressants in hand…

the woman noticed that during her darkest hours of paying for the milking cow the ‘dog’ mistook

as a meal.

the bleakest scenes showed one set of footprints.

PIssed off and pissed on…

the woman asked her companion-

Damned Dog, you said that once I decided to bribe your bad behavior with treats

you’d leash me up and walk me all the way.

‘I don’t get it.  You f-ing asshole why when I needed you most…to lick my wounds, offer up love unconditionally

and ignore my serenading you with bad 80’s tunes…with all that…

when I needed you most you would strut away from me

as though my kindness didn’t exist.

The Dog replied,

‘My precious animal advocate I love you and would never

abort your blind adoration for bad behaved dogs.

During your times of court summons and dog licenses pass due…

when you only saw two foot prints…I was busy with my nose up an unsprayed Pomeranian’s ass and

licking my balls that you just had removed.’

Cover of "Dog Day Afternoon"

the Store by the Side of the Road

It strikes hard…the lackless wonderment that used to live within us all.  The caring, the sharing and the wanting to make things right again.

‘Can you change this gold bracelet in for some cash?  It was my mothers and my baby’s sick…she has immune deficiency disorder…we have to get her to the hospital!’

Please allow me to introduce myself  I'm a man of wealth and taste  I've been around for a long, long year  Stole many a mans soul and faith  And I was round when jesus christ  Had his moment of doubt and pain  Made damn sure that pilate  Washed his hands and sealed his fate  Pleased to meet you  Hope you guess my name  But what's puzzling you  Is the nature of my game  I stuck around st. petersburg  When I saw it was a time for a change  Killed the czar and his ministers  Anastasia screamed in vain  I rode a tank  Held a generals rank  When the blitzkrieg raged  And the bodies stank
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Without hesitation a NO!  No can do!  Nope, check back tomorrow.  Please come back Monday thru Friday 9-5.

How hard would it have been to ask, how much, how long has this been going on and do you need some sort of help…other than the obvious.

There is nothing like throwing the word SIN around like a bouncy ball in a bouncy house to bring the whole sordid, I don’t care, out in the open.  For if nothing else the ‘store’ filled with the disgrace that only sin can bring.

As with Kubler Ross’s stages of death and grief and getting on with your SHIT!  I went through the following self-absorbed righteous…think more of self and less of others…full circle.

I should have asked, ‘how much do you need?’

I shouldn’t have thought the worse, ‘those kids need to put the crack pipe down and take care of business.’

My typically tough exterior withered away into a guilt ridden scenario of…

‘I know better than that.  Of all people who am I to judge.’

It had been too late the remorse, the grief, the sadness and wanting and yearning to take the moment back and say:

Artist, poet, writer and earth person…where hath you kindness gone?

Shit, the night had been ruined from there on out.  How did I become that person I claim to despise the most?  Assuming the worse in others with fist closed, mind closed and heart not open.

It all had reminded me of a plight flight I had taken many years ago.

Asheville North Carolina

Three days before Christmas, kids, spouse and an empty bank account.  There had been nothing under our stolen from a local graveyard Blue Spruce…Nothing but a lack of knowing how to rectify the situation.

Fortunately, the local Army stepped in.  Offering Salvation, gifts and good will.  No one had asked us then…‘hey, kids, whatcha do with the money?  You ain’t one of those hippie folks from up ’round Weaverville, are you?’

Pleased to meet you  Hope you guess my name, oh yeah  Ah, what's puzzling you  Is the nature of my game, oh yeah  I watched with glee  While your kings and queens  Fought for ten decades  For the gods they made  I shouted out,  Who killed the kennedys?  When after all  It was you and me
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me

So easy to forget that to be humble when your plate is full…the plate is always empty to begin with.  Had I learned my lesson tonight?  Did I reprimand my inner selfish-ness?  Yes, well, I beat myself up pretty good.  Not enough to take that five minutes back.  Never enough to remind me again…in a month or a year or a decade.  After time has faded into my Levi’s and my cynicism has returned.  I suppose to walk a mile in another’s shoes means to walk it daily…not just upon reproach!

 

 

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths Where highways never ran- But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by- The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I. I would not sit in the scorner’s seat Nor hurl the cynic’s ban- Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road By the side of the highway of life, The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife, But I turn not away from their smiles and tears, Both parts of an infinite plan- Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead, And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night. And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice And weep with the strangers that moan, Nor live in my house by the side of the road Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by- They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish – so am I. Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat, Or hurl the cynic’s ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

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Just as every cop is a criminal  And all the sinners saints  As heads is tails  Just call me lucifer  Cause I'm in need of some restraint  So if you meet me  Have some courtesy  Have some sympathy, and some taste  Use all your well-learned politesse  Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah  Pleased to meet you  Hope you guessed my name, um yeah  But what's puzzling you  Is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
Cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game