never forget

To document a life- that’s a masterpiece in itself. It’s not out of fear of forgetting, but more of a passion towards preservation.

feet from the oceans arms

I awoke mere feet from the oceans arms- taunted through my sleep; wild dreams crash my nerves backing me to the edge. I have always feared the ocean- its strengths and depths leave me in amazement. Give me a cliff and I’ll call it my home, but the sea- it’s for the fish.

We have been making our way up the coast, stopping in Mancora and Montanita to take in the beach and taste the local fisheries.  The stops bear resemblance, but also share contrasts within it- but most beach towns still have the same laid back, stuck up feel.

I am working on decoding the theory behind one-upmanship and searching for the truth behind the band’s name the “Butthole Surfers”. I still remain at a loss...

I just reached another deciding point in my life- balconied over the brewing Ecuadorian sea, reading a paperback of Ginsberg- I decided to go back to school. I don’t know why I just had this thought, maybe because I would love to have my works published one day. And if not for that- my love for writing would not be an ounce thinner than the hairs on Homer’s head.

peru- mancora

To document a life- that’s a masterpiece in itself. It’s not a fear of forgetting, but more of a passion towards life and appreciation.

one hundred monks

I achieved a grandiose feat today- an elderly man with back parched to the wall, stood beside a scale. Being that I haven’t weighed myself since the brunt of our rigorous journey-I was pushing in at 245 lbs. To my surprise I notched in at a slimming 219, a loss of 26 lbs in 3 odd weeks- that’s some weight off my shoulders.  Let this good fortune steamroll, into, perhaps, a jovial return to the 100’s after a decade long stint.

Your weight is in your hands big man, it’s been a dream to know what it would be like to be thin. Push your tired legs, pump those weak scraggly arms and let the will power be cast upon you, by the power of one hundred monks.

 -June.2.08 

pinch of slick

How do you start a song with a mission?

So people put down their drinks listen

I worked out a formula

Let me break down and show ya;

A quart of normal

A fifth of risk

Five sixths of tricks

Two thirds of worldly words

And a pinch of slick

Mixed with a spoonful of name dropping, show stopping, smooth talking hot doggin’-

Well that should do it

And if you don’t think so let me prove it

I’m just a wordsmith who loves the music

i need substance

I don’t want you in my life I need someone

That’ll be there by my side when the sun comes

Up the next morning

Instead you’re out clubbing

Not looking for a ho

I need substance

You make it hard for me to trust you

But lust you

Is a thing any guy could do-

For a buck or two

Fuck you

legacy

If I spent as much time

Writing rhymes

As I did getting high

I’d have compiled

A legacy of works

Longer than the Nile

And stronger than a vile

Of vaccine to cure a child

rapscallion

I’m just a little rapscallion

Rock Buddha medallions

That’s strangling my neck

Like mobsters and Italians

And challenge

Anybody that’s got any talent

You’re just the soup of the day

I’m lobster and scallops

holding hands

When do we lose interest in holding our parents hands? Why does it become embarrassing? We spend the first years of our life direly dependent on our parents and then we become ashamed of it almost overnight. Then once we have jobs and families ourselves- we become too busy for our families. It’s an ugly cycle that we breed and at some point we must realize that there are some things that we must put above ourselves- family is one of those things. Just think... you are going to be in your parents position one day. So go on... kiss your mother in public, tell your father you love him, go to the movies together and invite them over for dinner- life is way too short.

guide this vessel

The simplicity of a fish jumping out of the water or the blow of a ships horn has enough light to guide this vessel through any weather.

his finger shook tapping the podium

His fingers shook tapping the podium. Draped in white- Talis worn like scarf his white ancient beard jutted like the untrimmed natural earth. He chanted as rabbi’s do. Tonight Sep 17^th 2010 Shabbat and Yom Kippur our family sat to the right- chairs unfolded in a row now filled with the tailored fabrics of our best garment. His voice revved like a motor working overtime to climb hills then lulled on open terrain- I made it a challenge to read from the beginning to the end of the sermon (191-238) not necessarily following his speech but instead following in English. Reading the Kol Nidre, Shema, Kaddish and other poems I search for the truth and realism in its reading but am left questioning its origin. I, a devout believer in evolution find it terrifically hard to wrap my head around stories of a single creator of sea/land/people/everything basically- I truly believe if it happened to be this Moses character he was either one of two things 1) way fucked up on some biblical drugs and had one hell of a trip or 2) something you still see in today’s age these super religious over-zealous self proclaimed prophets who are here to show you the way to self freedom, self righteousness and self worth… all, obviously for the price of a pretty penny, which our rabbi preached on several occasions and left us on the holiest of holidays with a “don’t forget your checkbook”- who wrote the torah? Was it just a bunch of guys sitting around tired of breaking their backs in the heat- so they decided to create a book?

“We will write down every moral act that’s already

Been instilled in humanity and repeat it over and over

And over and over to death then tie it all together with

References to us as O Lord every other word just for

Good measure- to show them we really mean business”

No one can be this egotistical people will think. I can picture the first guys sitting along a bar with a pint laughing till they’re at the edge of their seat “I know I can’t believe it either…. 2000 years and still…”

What I don’t get is that if Judaism is the first known religion and the truth… how have so many others

God’s stemmed from Judaism, clearly the Buddha, Allah, Jesus, and all other religious figures are no more than fabricated tales of humans- perhaps special and persuasive humans, but humans nonetheless- yet we have formulated our lives around lies and stories that separate us into creeds and religions- ad still to this day people eat it up. How can you approach your rabbi or priest and ask them “how the hell have you spent the last ___ years of your life preaching a book of made up stories about mystical figures who no doubt have been created by man, entirely as a tool to gain power and wealth over the masses- the minimal reiteration you do of the 10 commandments- or more softly put- common knowledge- is not enough to gain respect or appreciation or fulfillment from your work- it honestly feels like a crook- read… read… read lil story be good, donate, see ya next week- what the fuck? I just feel odded out by how many people believe in this- or have been brainwashed to believe religion is a total mind control- if the government doesn’t have us tapped out already; religion is just another little tidbit to go along with it. I know I’m being harsh and close minded to the what-if’s or possibility of a supreme being- how can I be so sure when there’s no conclusive evidence proving against it- all I have to say is I DON’T TRUST THE GOVERNMENT OR ANY FORM OF RELIGION, NOR THE NEWS OR MEDIA OR ANYTHING IN THE PUBLIC EYE- how can I trust when the richest of resources are deemed illegal only support other trade?

(Weed, hemp oil still being drilled)- when machines are created to turn plastic back into oil-yet will never reach the market- when there is 1000\s of eye witnesses and video proof of explosions detonated within the trade towers at 911- where influential and revolutionary presidents and musicians are killed at the height of their fame when their message becomes too powerful- where taxes on oil, drugs and liquor fuel a nation- where prescriptions drugs display on commercials suggesting suicidal thoughts- where man has yet to be treated as equal- where the quality of life to depreciate with each oncoming year- where bad health and heart disease stem from poor nutrition though we allow KFC to introduce their double fried chicken banned sandwich while million+ chickens they genetically create by chemically breeding until they become mutated are the backbone of their menu- where small business’ can’t catch a break while corporate building are thrown up overnight- where dollar reigns supreme in the judicial system and celebrities get a free pass to walk all over the city- where lives are not seen as equal and dually treated so blatantly segregated in front of all to see, yet everyone turns a blind eye.

Religion is not real- its juts another business- the only thing is you can’t blame the puppets in charge that have bought into it-because they truly believe- you can’t be upset more so than feel sad that they have wasted… yay time on their life living a lie-(though I guess it’s not a lie if you believe and want to believe).

The prayers came to an end after a briefing of Yom Kippur, the day of atonement, spoken in a colorful, soft voice from the rabbi who was I’m sure a gentle, kind-hearted, loving man of God- he, who I have no qualms with- and am actually left with a better understanding of Jews holiest of holidays- a day where we fast and ask for forgiveness towards god for our wrong doings unjust towards over the year- though we must make peace with man- to man, and not to man through god- the unknown poetry that freckled the book written centuries even millennia ago is beautiful in its own historic way- even though repetitious and hard to wrap my head around I still appreciate its craftsmanship.

And as I have already and currently continue to bash religion I try to observe it in new light- a light that allows me to find value in its bondage- A light that allows me to find face in its message- A light that allows me to strip away the modern world and observe a piece of history- whether how fallacious or unbelievable. And a light that allows me to share a time with my family. And this is what I truly value from religion- not only does it bring our people together- it brings my family and I together as well.

As the rabbis fingers tap the podium- his white godly image and peaceful tongue has touched all of us- and I know he is not the evil behind religion- he too is just a man, a man working for a dollar. God bless.

e tits

Hey peep this

I’m gonna let you in on a lil secret

It’s my weakness

Freaky chicks with size E tits

That are bulimic

And bullied since youth

So their egos in broken pieces

happy father day papa 2010

Imagine a world

Where all your dreams came true

You raised 3 beautiful girls

And a grandson named Lou

You golfed every day

And shot hole in ones

Each year the club pro

And hailed the chosen one

You didn’t need to work

But chose to be a printer

Family always came first

But your work never hindered

You stayed healthy and strong

And steered clear of a colostomy

We chased down Teds Hot dogs

And you never lost to me

A loving husband for nearly 55 years

Been beside your equally loving wife

Through every smile and tear

You wake each morn along the Vegas strip

Where you gorge on buffets

And avoid waitress’s tips

Every nickel you drop

Clanks in the machine

1 bar… 2 bars…

Your eyes light up with green

Can it be… Can it be…

You scream and jeer

Louder and louder

Till the 3^rd bar appears

Your face filled with smile

As nickels come roaring

I tap on your shoulder

Papa you’re snoring

You wake from your sleep

Look around and reminisce

It was just a dream

But your life is much like this

With your family all around

To celebrate your life

You’re bombarded with hugs from

Daughters, in-laws, nephews, nieces, friends and wife

HAPPY FATHERS DAY LOVE LOUIS

June 20, 2010

hamilton on a dime

With the economy in recession and prices ever increasing- cutbacks are inevitable; but that shouldn’t mean cutting back on living. It all started with technology being introduced to the household; first we had those huge wooden radios that the families gathered around, then those damn remote control-less televisions toy those ancient 10 year old computers that don’t even get scooped up curb side. Nowadays everything has to be tiny and portable; phones, IPods, PSP’s, computers, and in doing so we’ve coincidentally shrunk our active lives for a rather hefty slice of entertainment. Though these reminiscing thoughts might bring back warm memories, they are still some of first inventions that would lead to today’s iconic portrait of the downfall of family activity. Hopefully barring yourself- the reader.

Television replaces dinner-talk and teaching your child a special recipe in the kitchen.

Video games replace hikes and tossing the ball around.

Computers replace family game night and strolls with your energetic puppy,

 while texting replaces actual conversation- we are all guilty of it, myself included.

I’m not writing this to point fingers, but rather reinforce its importance.

I am not ignorant to omit the positive advancements in technology- but at what price has it cost us.

Basically, the direction in which we are heading is a loss of connection between each other and nature; two relationships we have accepted and embraced since the beginning of time.

I come from a very close family and it notably stems from bonding over hikes, sharing kitchen duties, and my family cheering me on from the crowd at my youthful baseball games.  I am not speaking for everyone in writing this, but even those who do share close personal ties can gain from reading this. I hope those that do not will take steps to infiltrate some of these ideas of bonding and connection and understand there are so many things throughout the city of Hamilton and surrounding that only costs a little, if not any money at all; and you can really get back to nature and create new warm memories with family, friends and loved ones during these bitter cold economic times.

Winter activities can sometimes be the most dreaded; all the bundling up, head-to-toe scarves, patriotic toques, tediously tying those boots, and of course, the embrace of opening that front door of yours. But let’s skip past that initial shock of the kiss of winter and take ourselves into one of Hamilton’s vast conservation metropolises. Within Hamilton’s conservation authority they have 11 conservation areas, over 3100 hectares of sprawling land, 377 bird species, and an unimaginable number of twisting paw-printed paths throughout this winter wonderland for you to discover on the cheap.

1)The sound of chickadee’s splashing around in beds of seed, little fatty squirrels buried in Cheerio’s, the knocking of red-haired woodpeckers on the jutting limbs of _______ make up only a small fraction of the almost unseen commotion within the Royal Botanical Garden’s Arboretum. A handful of birdseed really can go a long way and give you a chance to feel connected with nature, as the cautious but trusting chickadees swoop down and grip your fingers. Sunflower seeds are a big hit and soon little chirps will spread that someone has brought the “good-stuff”. Bring your camera and catch birds in action- this is truly a cheap and exciting way to put permanent smiles on every ones faces, no matter the age. The birds flutter around the waterfront opposite Cootes Paradise Sanctuary and can be accessed by Old Guelph Road. Check out www.rbg.ca for a map other activities throughout the RBG.

2) I, on record, officially vote for the end of the Steel City blues and want all to follow along and embrace Hamilton as “The City of Waterfalls” a catchy title, ehh! Well, unfortunately it’s not my gem- Jerry Lawton author of Waterfalls: The Niagara Escarpment quoted so in 1999. With over 126 waterfalls and cascades to discover, one really has to be exploring all year long to even put a dent in there checklist- and what better chance to start than now. Each waterfall takes on an entirely different feel during the winter, which means all those waterfalls you visited in the summer are no longer the same. It’s a healthy and free way to spend a weekend. Go to www.cityofwaterfalls.ca for a complete list and directions to each falls. Happy Hunting.

3) March is a sweet month! The little snow we had this winter will hopefully have melted. The lush greens start coming back to life. Mittens and scarves begin taking the back seat- and the sweetest part of all would have to be the syrup. All along the escarpment

For a list of all other Hamilton Conservation activities take a minute and search www.conservationhamilton.ca and www.hamiltonnature.org - but don’t spend too much time on that computer, get out there and start melting those winter blahs. 

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green eyed funk

It’s been a long time in the making

To put a few takes in

Put aside some time

To get it bumping in the basement

An ace

With no erasing

Just filling blank pages

With space that’s amazing

Asian,

Naw... DJ is- I‘m Caucasian

Blazing beats

Cause I can’t blaze the heat I’m craving

Staving off my rage

Each page that I’m defacing

With a plethora of phrases

Like “this one’s for the ages”

This aint a mainstream jam

Man were downstream bathing

Suits off, a few shots, skipping rocks, lazing

With just the clasp of my hand

I can reach the cusp of the land

From the canyon grand to Amsterdam, ampersand

Close my eyes

And drive while high

Shott scotch on the rocks

For one block

Almost got caught by some cops

But slipped by

Gotta relax

Take a chill pill

I told ya I don’t fuck with sluts

No luck  baby

But maybe he will

Go all the way

And back

Eat that rotten snatch

That stanks like a batch of shat

Rats

Shouldn’t had that second bottle

Cause this narled tooth troll

Last night really looked like a model

With that tight figure eight

The type id eat like a steak

And lick the blood of the plate

Ace

In the sleeve and

Its tattoed on my arm

My lucky charm is living hard

Guard down but still in charge

Murder

Its what I do to mics

You shoulda seen the fight last night

The coroner pronounced him dead on sight

Oooh

Its what ladies do

When they swallow sweetlous

Legendary goo

Gooie gumdrops

Its fun to run it till the gun drops

Blaze the place till the sun stops

While some cops

Still chillin at bun shops

Thinking sprinkles or not

And got glazed with a shot

Swish

Straight through the basket

This hard style im living

Man ill never out last it

Snap that’s outlandish

Id rather be chillin out on a beach

Somewhere Spanish

Oley

Ok catch my drift

A lot of shit passes these lips

Asses and clits

Get lapped up real quick

If your booty clapping

Ill spit

Hot fire

Till the day I tire

Or hit the pit

Capish

I don’t think they understand

No entiendez

Means no dice my man

No dice means no lick

Which means your stuck

Strutting for a buck

Which means you gotta suck

Yuck

It doesn’t mean youre gay,

JK, just kidding, no way jose

You got a lot more to explain

To your wife

Who was disguised as a sham

As a ruse to confuse

And a lamb