Saturday, June 28, 2014

Matthew 25: 31 - 46

“But when the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the angels with Him, then He will sit on His glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before Him; and He will separate them from one another, as the shepherd separates the sheep from the goats; and He will put the sheep on His right, and the goats on the left.

"Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.’  Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’

“Then He will also say to those on His left, ‘Depart from Me, accursed ones, into the eternal fire which has been prepared for the devil and his angels; for I was hungry, and you gave Me nothing to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me nothing to drink; I was a stranger, and you did not invite Me in; naked, and you did not clothe Me; sick, and in prison, and you did not visit Me.’ Then they themselves also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not [a]take care of You?’ Then He will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’ These will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Novo Amor & Ed Tullett - 'Faux'



Clone,
caught hold of your flood lung,
harbour your ‘someone’,
prevent me.
 -
Shown,
you swoon in your lace run,
brooding, a quilt tongue,
pining me.

Calm,
clot, cold, and bleed
 -
Bone,
pull over your midriff,
labour your inches,
widow me.
 -
Hone,
all crimson and hinges,
tarot and itches,
corner me.
 -
Faux
shot, sold and bleed.
 -
Cower all your cinders, fake us
bower in your shivers, shake us.

Monday, June 23, 2014

tea's ready, i love you

i make tea, 
partly in effort to steep my days-end in meaning
my true thirst is she,
the worth, 
of one hour 
is all sixty minutes of wanting her more absolutely; 
every day further, 
another day closer, 
for she, 
is beyond 
she is, 
waiting
she, 
like autumn, 
is approaching 
in season; 
so i, 
embrace summer 
its rains, 
its silence; 
only promise me a full moon - 
maybe two;
i've got the kettle on the stove  
and the frogs are harmonizing with the steady droplets of water from the tree branches 
night is here; 
may not have been ready - 
but i will, 
forever be present, 
forever arms wide; 
always said the best day for loving is today, 
and we
still have a few hours; 
wherever she is 
i only hope outdoors, 
to feel the fullness of the humidity 
and hear, 
the last scribbling of my pencil 
to the whistling that is coming from inside - 
tea's ready, 
i love you. 

Mesita 'The Villain'

show em how you're living 
weaponize your happiness

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Lief Vollebekk

i said i don't mind if you don't mind
cause i don't shine if you don't shine
before you go, can you read my mind?

Monday, June 9, 2014

june nine fourteen

she - 
our days beginning
our days end 
lunchtime 
and all the in-betweens 
the things we should say 
all the things we do 
the secrets we keep only to ourselves
candles that stay lit for all the things we're hopeful for 
the striving in our gut wishing we were better than we are 
the days we keep silent 
the days we tell
the countless dreaming before sleeping
the thousand rockets 
firing in our brain for every thought wished to spell out clearly
the simplicity of a single word
enough for today 
- is

Sunday, June 8, 2014

noah and the whale

you will sing day by day old joy comes back to me 

Gino & Mike

Two years ago on a trip home to south florida, my buddy Gino suggested we cover a song and record it; and although i can't speak for the perfection of the tracks, we had fun making it, and every trip home since then have done our best to continue the tradition. Track #4 coming this June; prior to homeboy moving up to Nashville. 

1. June - 2012
Paul Simon 'Homeward Bound'


2. December - 2012
Peter, Paul & Mary - 'If I had a hammer'


3. June - 2013
Bill Withers 'Lean of me' 

Friday, June 6, 2014

june six fourteen

the afternoon winter sky 
its 
always approaching rain 
its refined breezes 
like 
promises 
like 
forgiveness 
a companion 
enough 
for a quick lunch 
shade 
enough 
for a moment to catch your breath
time 
enough 
time 
enough 
time 
then back to work

and if you're body is a penny and i'm

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

postmodern artists of the rainy season

were xavi the type of kid to err on the side of realistic, he would have never encouraged us to barbecue. 

(last night, it rained harder and longer than any night all year, and continued into the day, pausing, only sporadically throughout the afternoon, as if mirroring the stop and go traffic of the very city streets it had had now stained wet). 

rather, xavi is one with the, second-to-none gift of pressing pause to that which is realistic in order to play out that which is imaginative; to engage all that permits him to add color, to add life, and pour himself into that which is lacking.  

so when i say, let's grill tonight, he says, i'll make rice and vegetables. 
when i say, let's invite amanda and duke, he says, i'll call them;
and i'll bring mack too. 

and every so often, despite our dirty dishes and the living room tiles stained with muddy footprints, we strike gold; and the clouds open up, long enough to let us stoke a few hot coals; music plays on the stereo, and we scatter about the house, each at our own task, each at our own best, with a thousand things on our minds, and a single reason to let it all fade to the dawning of how good it is to be with people who truly love you, long enough to enjoy a meal, clean the dishes and stick around a little longer to tease mack for still being in his school clothes.  

were xavi the type of kid to err on the side of realistic, we'd both have gone to bed a long time ago,  yet, still a few more drops of color in today, we talk midnight into june second, and call ourselves the postmodern artists of the rainy season; saying goodnight through tired bones before stumbling into our rooms at opposite ends of the house.