not doing anything for new years? come and see…

The Dragonboy Family Circus Presents: GRANDEARIES RETURN FROM THE DEAD.
Starts at 8:45pm at the senator theatre. more details about the event in the previous blog (scroll down).
If you can’t make it, here’s the opening scene dialouge.
this is a tale thats been told a million times a million times a million times
and everytime it’s different
yet the same
divergent diaries lending longing eyes a home
we listen,
and still
is known.
she sits on the seashore petting the asses of burrowing sand crabs
with her big toe
smiles form on the lips of the waves
from gravestones to snowcones, theres only one way home.
along a steep winding path
we trek
like ants up the hill
wistling happily as we go
up up
into the skycave
where clouds cosily brush the tips of our eyelids
she waits in the middle of the floating castle.
she pleads longingly for your touch
knowing your inclination is to
eat your own shell and die,
she begs tirelessly with no aversions to your childlike games.
we are the gemstones in her shining crown
the specks of blood on her maxipad
we are dragged through the daylight heat only to be thrust deep into the dark cold sea
we are
children, reindeer, dogs, toothbrushes, cows utters, molecules, diabolical schemes to create mass destruction,
periods, ending the words to our latest love letters. red bikes, black leather boots bouncing baby boys 2 corn chex left in the box, the answer to world peace, we are black white red and pink, we are going crazy, and taking you with us.
not a single eye sees
yet all glimpse the imbetweens that create this tale
the covers drawn we nustle, deep in the sheets of our cozy beds.
knowing the sun holds little for us in the icicles our bodies have become,
yet black churning liquids tell no lies when churning for the taste of grannys loving gaze.
So up out of the burrows
and into the skys
sprouting bats wings and fangs
we shriek
granny we come for thee
granny we long for thee.
will you never leave us?
shall you ever be, our granny?

we are power puff rangers landing in the eyes of PERFECT strangers

to remain entranced in the enticing words of the broadcast would be my steam train of death.
therefore wiring necklaces with lapis becomes me. and standing on toes that leave body balanced
i remind them
i will never fall
because tales
this tall do grow on trees
and sleeves
and gloves
and pentagonal shapes in the sand where you stare into the sun
as tall as you’ve ever been. i blush at your beauty
longing to wrap my tentacles around your supple torso and squeeze
with the perfect amount of pressure to activate the dancing light ships that encircle your glowing body
forever entranced by your spinning, i float, backward
a kite
in a drift
a train car in transit
how in love with every inch of her buzzing surface, to know the smallest grain on her shore, to grasp the depth of her deepest cave
is where i live
are who i love
in shadows longing gaze i remain
enthralled by the dance called time
emblazoned with the miracle called breath
breathing fire
we are dragons
we are dakinis and durgas
we are creepers crawling through the night
we are the vultures
the hummingbirds
the sand-crabs
the ballerinas of bliss
spinning through the cathedral of death
we are power puff rangers landing in the eyes of PERFECT strangers
and YOU
are the light in my eyes
and I, the light in yours.

shows this weekend

I’ll be doing a performance for this

I’ll have art & stuff for sale @ the 1078 gallery Friday (nov30) 5pm-late & Saturday (dec1) 10am-10pm. Come ON by and BUY ART & CHRISTMAS GIFTS!

Chapter 10

Chapter 10
In holding the soul and embracing oneness

Can one be steadfast, without straying?

In concentrating the energy and reaching relaxation

Can one be like an infant?

In cleaning away the worldly view

Can one be without imperfections?

In loving the people and ruling the nation

Can one be without manipulation?

In the heavenly gate’s opening and closing

Can one hold to the feminine principle?

In understanding clearly all directions

Can one be without intellectuality?
Bearing it, rearing it

Bearing without possession

Achieving without arrogance

Raising without domination

This is called the Mystic Virtue
source and Tao Te Ching: Annotated & Explained, published by SkyLight Paths in 2006.

guardian mask & poem

the redeamer dreams in a million colors and never surrenders the choice of love
but gives unconditionally under all circumstances ::: shifting their glances to bid farewell to all whos agressive edges will fall under the angels spell.
on the eigth day rain will fall and flood the angelic beings with the new agenda
preparation entails ultimate surrender
be the proof as pure water flows from underneath