October 1, 2010
August 11, 2010
Cognitive Dissonance Redux: 2007-2010
When I posted this video, in 2007, It caused a small stir. Viewer's thought I was stoned. I wasn't.
This video still holds its meaning....Cognitive Dissonance, again.
This video still holds its meaning....Cognitive Dissonance, again.
June 6, 2010
Oh, for Christ's Sake!
You're flat-out amazed at how well today is going -- and how quickly everything falls into place! Your hot ideas are pushing the envelope pretty far, but it looks almost too `easy.
Character Study: Izzy B. [Part Four~~Conclusion]
Izzy is a good man. He sees himself as a good man. What he contributes to the household makes him proud. He's a good son.
His father, (who Izzy, "lives with") is the opposing force-field, setting up barriers. Izzy walks a fine line, each day, looking for the next land-mine, under foot. (maybe, being alone, like his father, is his fate, Izzy ponders; his thoughts, running freely on a rainy day.)
He thinks, "What happened to my life. I used to be in love." There's a cat moaning outside his window, and it's Springtime.
Izzy is still learning, still growing up. "You're never too old to learn something new," his father says to him.
Izzy B. is tall and slim. He seems to have been born slim, and was a lanky adolescent, sitting on the sidelines, while the other boys and girls ran about, playing games. He has a heart condition, wears glasses, and is shunned by his peers. (There are days when he feels so low, the thought of ending his life intrudes his otherwise rambling thoughts. He never follows-through, with self-destruction. He'll march on, regardless.)
What Izzy needs is work; an honest days labor.
Lately, he has been fearful of work, feeling he wouldn't measure up, that it'd be too much for him. The ash-pit of depression is too close, too much with him.
Izzy asks, Who am I?
He hasn't found the answer yet.
And so, what would Izzy write about himself, if he'd ever write about himself??
That, my friends, is for another day.
`X~Abe's Heart.
[end]...?
His father, (who Izzy, "lives with") is the opposing force-field, setting up barriers. Izzy walks a fine line, each day, looking for the next land-mine, under foot. (maybe, being alone, like his father, is his fate, Izzy ponders; his thoughts, running freely on a rainy day.)
He thinks, "What happened to my life. I used to be in love." There's a cat moaning outside his window, and it's Springtime.
Izzy is still learning, still growing up. "You're never too old to learn something new," his father says to him.
Izzy B. is tall and slim. He seems to have been born slim, and was a lanky adolescent, sitting on the sidelines, while the other boys and girls ran about, playing games. He has a heart condition, wears glasses, and is shunned by his peers. (There are days when he feels so low, the thought of ending his life intrudes his otherwise rambling thoughts. He never follows-through, with self-destruction. He'll march on, regardless.)
What Izzy needs is work; an honest days labor.
Lately, he has been fearful of work, feeling he wouldn't measure up, that it'd be too much for him. The ash-pit of depression is too close, too much with him.
Izzy asks, Who am I?
He hasn't found the answer yet.
And so, what would Izzy write about himself, if he'd ever write about himself??
That, my friends, is for another day.
`X~Abe's Heart.
[end]...?
May 9, 2010
Character Study: Izzy B~~[Part Three]
He wonders at his isolation, awaiting some other who can understand. Self-pity disgusts him; exposes his most vulnerable areas.
Every little bit of writing, of singing, makes him feel better. Sometimes, it is better to be unknowing; to be apart in a crowd. What Izzy would like, very much, is to be loved; not just loved lightly, but loved for his faults and imperfections. Like anyone, his emotions sometimes get the better of him; his sensitivities, tuned-up, too high.
[To be continued...]
`x~Abe's Heart.
Every little bit of writing, of singing, makes him feel better. Sometimes, it is better to be unknowing; to be apart in a crowd. What Izzy would like, very much, is to be loved; not just loved lightly, but loved for his faults and imperfections. Like anyone, his emotions sometimes get the better of him; his sensitivities, tuned-up, too high.
[To be continued...]
`x~Abe's Heart.
May 5, 2010
Character Study: Izzy B~~[Part Two]
Izzy knew he was an outsider; however, he feared being viewed as such. If he had to go out into the world, it was always alone. He knew, also, that everyone was alone, fearing, maybe just as he. Maybe, being lonely was his fate:
For Izzy B., the days seemed too long, and the nights too quiet; his solitude, if he wasn't careful, became oppressive; his room, stifling.
One day, he'd be able to tell his story. But, for now, in the silence of his room, Izzy couldn't get the words out,---frustrated, he throws the parchment across the room, tipping it, into the wastepaper basket---the very act of writing, of communicating, his feelings, as such, becoming muted in their tones, like stoic soldiers, marching on, marching on.
[To be Continued...]
`x~Abe's Heart.
May 5, 2010.
For Izzy B., the days seemed too long, and the nights too quiet; his solitude, if he wasn't careful, became oppressive; his room, stifling.
One day, he'd be able to tell his story. But, for now, in the silence of his room, Izzy couldn't get the words out,---frustrated, he throws the parchment across the room, tipping it, into the wastepaper basket---the very act of writing, of communicating, his feelings, as such, becoming muted in their tones, like stoic soldiers, marching on, marching on.
[To be Continued...]
`x~Abe's Heart.
May 5, 2010.
May 2, 2010
Character Study: Izzy B.~~PART ONE
At Fifty-One, Izzy B. could still see himself as the embodiment of a tabula-raza; his mind, one of a Rabbi or Monk, with his books. He craved quiet and solitude; restful moments, unbound, bringing all noise to heel.
Daily, his father's radio spewed rants, offending Izzy's ears. When Izzy found some quiet, he embraced it, and read his books, and wrote poetry, and stamped his words in stone.
(He, Izzy B., thought to himself: What's in a name? He still did not know himself; and if he didn't know himself he was lost; just biding the clock, one day into the next, without rhyme or reason.)
And so, he goes on, living the life of a contemplative, as if each word were a final testament; a last gasp, strung from the heart.
(to be continued...)
`x~Abe's Heart.
Daily, his father's radio spewed rants, offending Izzy's ears. When Izzy found some quiet, he embraced it, and read his books, and wrote poetry, and stamped his words in stone.
(He, Izzy B., thought to himself: What's in a name? He still did not know himself; and if he didn't know himself he was lost; just biding the clock, one day into the next, without rhyme or reason.)
And so, he goes on, living the life of a contemplative, as if each word were a final testament; a last gasp, strung from the heart.
(to be continued...)
`x~Abe's Heart.
April 6, 2010
FYI
I've added two more videos (by "ShortbusNormal") on my video retrospective blog. I'll be adding a video each night.
You can view the videos @ "CLICK ME"
You can view the videos @ "CLICK ME"
April 4, 2010
March 4, 2010
Just Roll With It
Just roll with it. Don't think too much.
I can read these words later,
Thinking myself to sleep--
Or thinking myself to sleep,
I can read these words later.
This is what you get
When you stop alongside a dark road;
Your headlights are fair game,
They say.
I'll keep writing. I will.
Even though the destination
Is as fickle as a created butterfly.
Fly.
`x~Abe's Heart.
I can read these words later,
Thinking myself to sleep--
Or thinking myself to sleep,
I can read these words later.
This is what you get
When you stop alongside a dark road;
Your headlights are fair game,
They say.
I'll keep writing. I will.
Even though the destination
Is as fickle as a created butterfly.
Fly.
`x~Abe's Heart.
February 20, 2010
February 16, 2010
January 31, 2010
Poems...and, a question for you:
Can a poem be sexy & morbid at the same time????...Jeepers! I've got to keep writing to get better.
Click the title of this post. I'd like to hear your opinion on my latest poem--(the video, by the Yeah,Yeah,Yeahs is a good one too!)
January 16, 2010
The Videos of "Glass House Clouds" (Ya-Hoooooooo!)
Ahhhh, those were the days!
(Yahoo STILL has not deleted these. (And, I Still like these 19 videos)...
For those who are too red to read: Thank you.
(Yahoo STILL has not deleted these. (And, I Still like these 19 videos)...
For those who are too red to read: Thank you.
January 3, 2010
Spankings for the New Year!
You may have noticed that I've deleted the "Amber and Mandy Stories" blog.
Sometimes, the creative juices just aren't right.
I've been writing lots of poetry lately (as well as, a Novel-in-progress:)...The spanking stories are definitely on hold.
Of course, this doesn't mean I won't ever write them again.
In the meantime...enjoy the sexy poems.
Or, you can watch this video:
Sometimes, the creative juices just aren't right.
I've been writing lots of poetry lately (as well as, a Novel-in-progress:)...The spanking stories are definitely on hold.
Of course, this doesn't mean I won't ever write them again.
In the meantime...enjoy the sexy poems.
Or, you can watch this video:
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