Famous

I don't wanna be discovered
have my dreams get taken over
by some stupid motherfucker
come around here call me 'brother'.

Dive

To truly create, one must dive deep down inside themselves, where everything that ever was squeezes down hard on personal experience, crushing it into perfect pearls to be carried back to the surface.
If one returns too fast, the bubbles in the blood will cook the brain, or too slowly and the lack of air strangles it.
Changes of the strangest kind are made. One acclimates more with each new journey, until the depths beckon too seductively, and above, the distant shoreline becomes a fading dream.

Born That Way

9- 11 Remembered

Like millions of other Americans, I remember the pain & horror on this anniversary of 9-11. Please also reach into your hearts for the millions of innocent human beings who have lost their lives, limbs or loved ones, to the atrocity of war, everywhere.
 
Let this remembrance lead us to sanity, compassion & acceptance, rather than to further beat the senseless drums of war. I think we've all had enough of it, don't you? 
Play some music instead. 
It's good for you.

The End

The One Soul shatters, and dances as slivers, through this world of madness, desire, joy, struggle, sadness & death;
until finally, it learns the One Song.
In the end, there is only Love.

Memorial Day Weekend

While nearly everyone else is spending this weekend celebrating fabricated memories from the Babblelogue Dairies, I will be doing my best to forget everything and just 'be'.

Okay, then.
Back to Sci-Fi cartoons about wholesale slaughter by creepy & mysterious aliens.
I haven't seen them yet, but they leave a horrible bloody mess, everywhere.
I think they may be Republicans.

Cheers;
LD

Suburbia

They would think I was The Devil in a place like that. 

And then, of course, I'd have to be. 

Easter Rises Again

Today, I have Risen Again.
As have you, if you're reading this.
But you see where I'm heading...


As Easter Sunday approaches, I'd like to reflect, for just a moment, on a few thoughts. Between the parades, bar hopping costume parties, glorified sex & fertility symbols of rabbits & eggs, and the mind-numbing avalanche of religious & media blitzkrieg, there is/was some meaning to this.

In an effort to appease his newly adopted Christians, and satisfy the local Paganry, Constantine cleverly married the Birth of Christ celebration to the Spring Fertility rights, and viola!
Easter, renamed from Ishtar.
(The goddess, not that long-assed, boring movie)

Anyway, it's a spiritual time for many, and for a wide variety of reasons.
The fact that humans remain staunchly, & sometimes violently, opposed to the reasons of others, sort of diminishes all of us, and certainly the belief systems involved, which generally suggest that We Are Better Than That.

Upon closer examination, this is where it starts to get complicated.   

Rather than go down that particular rabbit hole (clever alert), as it has no bottom & very little sensible illumination, I choose to offer up my own simple observations, taught to me by the Voice In My Head;

Love Each Other;
There is a little bit of you in everybody, and a little bit of everybody else in you. This takes thought, understanding, tolerance & the acceptance that some people don't want it and prefer to be complete assholes, much like Congress.
Love them, anyway, but from a safe distance. This will cause large amounts of love to pass through you, even if it is discarded by others, making you a much happier person. Please don't confuse actual love with possession and/or control. They are as far apart as fire & ice.

Forgive;
It has been said that some people are worthy of forgiveness, and some are not (I see you Dick Cheney). I really couldn't say. But I think that each of us is worthy of living a life free from anger & hate, whenever possible. Forgiveness is about letting go of these things. To my experience, this also makes for a happier & easier life. Thinking of the cause of these events as lessons, rather than punishable acts, has taught me much, but nothing as important as the sense of freedom when I learned to begin to let them go.

Share;
There is more than enough for all of us. There really is. We do not suffer from a shortage of anything, when you come right down to it. There is certainly existing technology to manage any shortfalls, and enough existing to spread around. We suffer from an addiction to money, power & profit.
Were we to trade this system in on the Spirit of Co-operation & Sharing, we would live in a much happier world.

Respect Life;
From the tiny microbes that live in the deepest recesses (like your intestines) to the whispers of oxygen & hydrogen the caress the edge of space, far from our earthly ground, there is life. We are but a traveling road show species in the collective Living World. And not a very good one at that.
Giving back to this Living World, healing & nurturing along the way, we will find a clear path to our own lives, a destiny of co-operation, rather than extinction, and the awareness to adapt to a rapidly changing planet, known for it's repeated ice ages and continental drifts.

Breathe;
The Cosmos is all around us, always & forever. We see it's antiquated light streaming at us from lost eons, and measure it's spin, save it's fallen stones, examine it's celestial bodies.
But do we really know each other?
The Consciousness of the Universe permeates all things. It exists everywhere existence is. You will not find it by searching the Physical Realm.
So sit down.
Rest a spell.
Close your eyes and exhale, pushing out the air from the bottom of your lungs, until they feel empty. Slowly fill them, until they feel as though they would burst, and exhale again. Do this repeatedly and slowly.
Picture a shiny bubble of emptiness in the center of your head. Let it grow, pushing away all errant thoughts; keep at this, until it is firmly there, outside thoughts abated. Look into the shiny bubble...
And there, no matter how distant or faint, is Consciousness.
The part of you that connects to All Consciousness.
Make friends, why doncha?
There are no commercials, no peer pressure, no spin doctors...
Just you, the Gateway to the Entire Universe, having a look see.

I sincerely hope that this brings you as least as much entertainment as a Mexican wicker basket filled with plastic grass from China and some chocolate flavored candy stamped out by machines.

Happy Easter.

LD - 2013

To sleep...

Sleep, oh succubus of dreams,
how many souls would I trade
for a long night time of hours,
as peaceful and quiet as the grave...

All In

As I open my mind
And stare into those eyes
Staring back at me
All manner of faces
Surround them
Changing and evolving
A vortex mandala
Of all possibility
And wild creation

Hurtling forward
Drawing me ever inward
The eyes stare
Back into mine
Unblinking and unending
Until I am surrounded
And immersed in to 
The pure & blinding light 
Of unconditional Love.

St. Patty's Day

Spent the afternoon tugging on God's Psychedelic Coat Tails, 
followed by a top hat bicycle ride, a random kiss and joyous 
Pogue's music from The Downtown Irish Parade. All in all, 
a spectacular day. Thanks, Universe. Well done! XOXOX

Mardi Gras Memories

I came to in Jimmy's bathroom.
I recognized it, so that much was clear.

As I tried to stand on wobbly legs & pull up my pants, the floor rippled heavily, the air flexed & it all came flooding back...

I had stood at the bar at the Stage Door, doing shots of Jagermeister with Buddha ( since departed - RIP), famous for nailing his ball sack to bar stools for money & drinks. That & the huge alien tattoo on top of his bald head.
I'd buy a round, then he would, almost as fast as our bartender, who looked  like a cross between Morticia Addams & Elizabeth Taylor, could pour them. I recall two bottles having to be opened.

I made my way down Chartres, towards Jimmy's place, and 9 finger John slipped me a couple of blotters by the parked car he held up. His warning that they should be halved was lost in the air as I swallowed both at once. In Jackson Square, a familiar face palmed me a bindle of cocaine. I soldiered on.

I somehow made it to The Bar where I worked, and to my friend & boss' upstairs apartment. In the bathroom, I snorted the entire half gram, and promptly passed out, pants down, on the throne.
Party goers kept peeking in and laughing, and I remember kicking the door shut.

Now the cocaine & LSD were both kicking in, themselves, and I rushed back to meet them. Yanking up my pants, and trying to remain standing, I saw a crazed figure, watching me. He appeared to be a Bedouin Arab, in full garb, with smeary, heavily lined, eye make up. As I recoiled, so did he, and I realized this was what remained of my costume.

I tried to open the door, but my kick had jammed it shut, and it was not cooperating at all. I did the only sensible thing, and tore the entire door out, frame work and all.
Setting it neatly to one side, I saw Jimmy shaking his head & laughing out loud.

"You know you're gonna pay for that, right?" He laughed.
"As you wish, Sahib", I answered, bowing & trying to blend in, and heading for the balcony.

I sat for a few minutes, watching the madness pass below on St Philip, between Royal & Chartres. A young man without any costume, or even an attempt at one, came and joined the few of us out there. He began to make racist remarks about me, as if he thought I were really an Arab. We ignored him at first, but he only grew bolder. As he was reportedly a friend of Jimmy's I tried to let it slide, but just as it became too much to bear, Jimmy appeared.

"You'll be lucky if David doesn't throw you off the goddam balcony, man", he said.
"Didja see what he did to my fucking bathroom door?"

The others laughed, and I tired to look sheepish, and we all hoped it would calm things down. 
But no.

"That fucking faggot isn't going to throw me off of any balcony!"
The young man was standing and shouting & pointing directly at me now.

"No. I'm not." I replied, standing to face him.
My voice was low, monotone, direct.
"You're going to jump", I told him, just as directly, staring hard into his eyes.
There was a brief moment of stillness, quiet & tense.

"NOW!" I barked, suddenly, sharply, but without moving.

Before the echo had finished returning from across the street, The Nasty Young Man had vaulted over the side, breaking his arm upon landing, they tell me, before running off.

Jimmy & I looked at each other & shrugged, as if to say 'Who knew?'

He scanned the small crowd, and addressed them in that 'Oh-well-I'm-Caesar' voice of his;

"Some people just don't understand the Power of Mardi Gras", he mused, shaking his head comically.
Turning to go back inside, he paused & offered, "Anybody wanna drink?"
I know I stayed for a few.

I didn't want to under estimate the Power Of Mardi Gras.



Lord David, from the 1st Mardi Gras of the 21st Century

CARNIVAL

These ancient narrow streets,
once dark with mad legend,
now crawling alive below
twisted, cursive wrought iron.

Looking down into chaos and
falling through the long hall
back to memory of her,
sitting late at the bar,
saying, how could I miss it,
the smorgasbord of pleasure.

I spoke words of leaving
to her smile and her eyes told me
that my words were lies.

Below my feet are spirits
of many worlds and faces,
dragged up each time
to meet in this weird pageant
like the drunken contents
of lost sepulchers spilled together
onto littered streets.

The howling of tears and song,
of laughter and of minds lost,
of lovers found, to be forgotten.

Wine and spirits pour like blood
at some fantastic mass communion,
the wafer of our very flesh
consumed on altars of desire.

All ghosts are holy here
and vestments, glorious and vain,
tatter in the pulling hands
of the blessed and the damned,
falling together into bliss
or to burn in eternal flame.

The call rises to fever pitch
and turning back, I step inside
to find my feet upon the stairs.

Treading down deep into dark,
I see a light that lies ahead.
Following my walking feet,
the iron gate is all that holds
the street back from this
inner sanctum
of sanity and calm repose.

Swinging open the bars
and stepping out into the crowd,
immediately I am lost
and swept away by relentless current,
feet no longer touching ground,
laughter ripped from out my mouth
so loudly, yet I cannot hear it
nor can I recall my name
or where I was before this time
of twitching orgiastic dance
or why those balconies look safely down
with distant faces like I once knew,
when just below them hunger reigns
and I have fed myself, at last,
into the mouth of the beast.

- Lord David, 1995, after taking LSD for my first Mardi Gras

Top Ten Reasons for Super Bowl Blackout

Super Bowl in New Orleans; the Dark Side

After torturing locals for the last 8 weeks, inconveniencing an entire city for almost a year, running off homeless people and ignoring neighborhood infrastructure in lieu of palm trees maintenance on S. Claiborne Avenue, the fucking Merecedes Benz Super Dome goes dark during 35 minutes of the Super Bowl, right during the half time show?

I'm so glad Mayor Mitch pimped the fuck out of all of us to 'make the city look good when the world is watching'.
That's the New Orleans you want to pitch, is it?
Screw the locals and then step on the power cord at showtime?

Next up;
Bobby Jindal tap dances like mad as he pulls more plugs in the Children's Hospice Ward. 

Stay tuned!

Arisen

So many things in my life
A board full of pieces
But I'm clearing it all
For the wide open spaces.

 ~ LD 2/3/2013

Prophets of Love; Ascended, Not Forgotten

Rejoice with great delight
in the fields of supreme bliss,
where all phenomenal existence
is recognized as the pervasive
view of reality's expanse.

Rejoice in all compassionate acts,
in their true value and altruistic intention,
and in deeds that are the source
of both loving merit and pristine cognition.

As we struggle ever onward,
through this world you have left behind, 
let our remembrance guide us,
to learn to love, as you have loved.