The happy ending business

The happy ending business, no not that sort of happy ending but the fah-la-la-la happy ending business, the, and they lived happily ever after sort of thing … this is not my business.

It is a pretty safe bet that people wish my business was the sort of thing that made it all better, but it isn’t that sort of thing … or at least not on the surface of things.

Yesterday another worker compared the work we do to assembly line work and I see his point. All the cases we get have specific things that have to be done and it becomes very much an assembly line mentality. We even say the same things over and over again in documents, meetings, every contact in one case is handled the same as in any other.

The droning machine that we are building isn’t a device, but humanity.

It is easy to fall into the idea that the world is a bad place and nothing ever gets better if all you see is bad.

The whole of the world lies, cheats, steals, takes the easy way, they don’t do what that need to do and on an on.

It never gets better and it never ends.

But it does sometimes get better and it does sometimes end but we just don’t see that part of it.

I’m sure that there are studies that burn out of factory works on assembly lines is higher and the front end of assembly than at the back end.

At the front end it is all the same it never slows down it is just do this and do that but what you do doesn’t make the whole but as you move along in the line it gets better and better … the person who does that last task gets to enjoy the satisfaction of making a product every single time it gets done.

Ask that worker, what did you do today I built 5000 widgets or what ever

Ask that first worker the same thing, nothing important, same shit different day, or something along those lines.

But that person did as much as the last person just at a different stage.

We don’t see the good things happen all that often it’s bad all the time 24/7/365 bad news, on top of worse news, covered in garbage.

But things do change Real life Super Hero Guy works with a kid who was part of the bad news a few years ago… that worker who ever it was who dealt with the same kid a few years ago only knows that kid from then, bad things happening for no reason but this kid is doing better there are still bumps but it’s better

Things change and the widgets we build with the same tools don’t turn into the same end product we just don’t see those people again.

We do see the recalls hey this wasn’t done right the last time it needs to be done over which ads to the bleak picture that people are just bad.

One of those assembly companies has ads now building themselves as good guys but how they are doing it is connected the makers of the products they build that get put into other things …for the builders it’s all well did that but they didn’t see the work they did do any real thing just gets shipped away and you make more. These workers get to see the product and product users in the ads

And at first I thought well that’s dumb why wouldn’t you see what you did or understand how it fit into the end product, but largely you don’t always see how your effort is connected to the next step.

I wrote a thing on interconnectedness back some time ago about how some ditch diggers 40 or 50 are as much responsible for my morning coffee as the bean growers and pickers without them the water in my house wouldn’t be there for me to put in the machine that makes the coffee and the those workers and the cup maker and hundreds of people all for a single moment of ah… now that is good coffee.

I’m sure that wasn’t the circuit board workers thought when he put that together for the coffer maker, you know invisible don is really going to enjoy coffee from this machine of 2 to 3 years before the product breaks and he has to buy the next coffee maker I make for him or the ditch diggers thought, or the potter, glazer, electrical and all the other workers.

My point is while it may not be such a nice picture from you point of view, even the Mona Lisa is just a blob of black or brown up close but take a few steps out and you see that each of the brush strokes builds on another and another and stepping back further the picture because clearer and look at it long enough what may initially seem like a melancholy lady is perhaps smiling a little bit, or you can be envious of her because she can see what Leonardo was doing and it is her secret which you can never know.

Taking the steps back or taking the time to see the bigger idea that is the work and there is a happy ending there some where but it might not be in your life time. Just like light that leaves the sun now won’t get here for another eight minutes and light that we see in the stars was sent when the dinosaurs were on the earth

We may not know what mark we make on the world but we all do in some way change the echo of humanity in some way.



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PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

Cake and Death

So it would seem that I have this whole new super power thing…you apart from my SOFUCT thing and the pre cognition stuff, there is a new thing that I’ve had for awhile and only recently became aware of it when I was doing so reflection.

The reflection was following yet another addition of the never ending saga of oh hey yeah it’s ok to be around you when I don’t have to tell anyone else about you, dirty little secret adventures. It’s a real self esteem booster, like a JATO rocket.

But I ramble in the wrong direction the correct direction is the new super power. The super power isn’t really all that useful for me but it is rather handy if you are on the benefit side of the power.

It would seem that every person I have dated since the jones has following dating me started dating the perfect guy, gotten married or the long term committed equal to that institutional arrangement, or had a baby usually with the long term attachment.

I know you are thinking oh just like Good Luck Chuck… yes but there isn’t a Jessica Alba look a like who has a penguin obsession in the radar so no not like the good luck chuck thing and another interesting little twist.. you don’t even have to sleep with me for it to work… hell you don’t even have to touch me for it to work for you. Just go on a date.

Yeah, how is that for oh hey it was nice to meet you… oh no I don’t want to shake your hand that would be disgusting, you should probably get in your car before someone sees us together, k thanks bye

Now I realize that the SOFUCT thing is certainly limiting the number of yes votes I get in the whole hey would you like to do this or that thing. I’m work on the things I can change about the SOFUCT which is according to some is just UFO disorder.

The super power does not seem to have any effect if you are just my friend so casually talking to me will do you no good, you actually have to break down and commit to a date.
I know that is really a big step.

If I could get testimonials from the passes participants in the hey yeah I dated invisible don and then I met insert name of the guy and we’re so happy things could not be any better …yea

I think it may have something to do with naming my next kid Punk Ass Muther Fucker or the SOFUCT thing I don’t know really it is a toss up. But as I’ve been fixed it is probably the SOFUCT thing because unless the people going out with me are blog readers they don’t know about the Punk Ass thing any way. That is on second date discussion cards …yeah you don’t even need to go on a second date.

Yeah I know right WOW …wow indeed.

Not that I’m not utterly happy for each and every person who has dated me and moved on and found what they are looking for in the relationship world. I am, I know that shit is hard enough without bitter exes calling and fucking things up all the time.

True be told all of them have ended on good terms and I even get invited to weddings. Which does make for interesting overheard conversations and lots of looks when they ask the question does anyone here object to this union… I swear to Bob if one more person looks at me when they ask that question I’m going to ask the minister, Could you define objection

Probably not a good way to make it out of a wedding alive and who doesn’t want to be beaten to death by a well dressed mob … hey at least there is cake


In other news

Why does the guy from train want a garbage bag to put his love in?




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PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

If you think of a good name let me know

So I was in a church the other day. No, I’m fine thanks for your concern. However when I was in the church I notice on the dais there were Saloon doors and I think now that is a dogma which might stir some interest.

However to my dismay I was informed that it wasn’t a new faith but part of some thing about the perils and sin of strong drink.

Exasperated sigh … really? Well that’s no fun I muttered to myself and walked away. But I thought hmmm… what would a church be like if there were a bar inside.

Now before you get all hells yeah and stuff this isn’t going to be the church of drunken iniquity but one of moderation and enjoyment of the finer spirits

So some commandments might be:

1. Thou shalt not partake in the spirit until thou hast reached 21 years
2. Thou shalt no take another’s spirit when they go to the restroom
3. Thou shalt not allow the creeper to put GHB or Rohipnol in the drinks
4. Thou shalt not waste the spirit which included vomiting it up on the day of partaking or before one has slept after partaking of the spirit
5. Thou shalt not partake whilst in the performance of deeds or operating a conveyance of any sort

Those are just a few of the ones that come to me on the top of my head

The day of partaking can be any day really so there isn’t really a high holy day in the church of the spirits I haven’t really thought of a really cool name for this church, religion, whatever.

Then you the sermons could be interesting

Today we read from the Gospel according to Jack Daniels

In the beginning there was nothing and it was sad. Then the lord said there should be something to spread joy through the universe and then there was whiskey. The lord partook of the whiskey and said it was good and shots were passed to all.

Then on the second day someone said I would prefer a blend that was bit smoother. The lord waved his hand and there was bourbon. The lord partook of the bourdon and said it too was good and shots were passed to all.

Then on the third day someone said I prefer a spirit which is clear. The lord pulled from the earth a potato and squeezed it and vodka flowed forth. The lord partook of the vodka and said it was good also and shots were passed to all.

Well you can see were all this goes. There are even high profits other then Jack Daniels, there is Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, Jose Cuervo, Sir Arthur Guinness, Lord Calvert, Captain Morgan and many many others.

The Legendary Cutty Sark which sailed far and wide to spread the word to the faithful.

I think attendance in the churches might be a bit higher if you got a shot on your way in and of course you have to wait an hour before you drive so if the faithful partake again they are there for two.

If you are feeling low the lord sayeth unto thee taketh a shot and all will be well but thou shalt not taketh more than three or there shall be woe and despair.

Now who can argue with that sort of thinking?

This may even be a long lost faith. Ben Franklin said Beer is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy.

Perhaps he was quoting some lost scripture verse from the letter of Bud to the Wisarians. We just don’t know

The tower of Babel story was because the people lost their way and were building the maddest rave palace in all the lands and partook too much of the spirits and blasphemed the spirits and each spirit was cast to a different land.

We just don’t know but really if there were a way to make the partaking of spirits a part of the faith maybe it would be seen with some respect and not abused. Who knows?

I’ll drink on it and let you know … see that even works well

Or Lets have a drink together and discuss this matter.

It just really works to bonding all of humanity

In other news

I’m just not sure how to put this but I’m not sure that I can get to where I want to be because where I want to be is not where I can be and getting there isn’t possible even though I know I would be good at things were I able to get there but I can’t






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PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

Unanswered

Unanswered by invisible don 5/3/2011

Nothing stirs in the dark
Sitting, staring into the pitch
For a faint shining light
Distant in the mist

Straining as much to see
As not to see, praying to be
Unaware of the knowledge
Just there beyond the dark

From a far closeness
Echoes of metal on tile
Reverberate through the hall
Shattering the long silence

Closed behind doors
Locked and hidden
But ne’er forgotten
The silence calls

Beckoning from the black
Straining against the words
Fighting not to answer
Clinging to a promise

Choking back the eager cry
And yearning to let slip
The anchor line to fall lost
Heaped upon the broken rock

Stained and bloodied hands
Visible and invisible scars
Folding the fools banner into
A tatter square to hide away

Better to bury the shards
Deep within the hollowed
Cage of bone than to pass on
The enduring agony of why



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Listening to : The rain

Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

Pandora

While sleep holds me Mab comes on her chariot
Sowing the seeds of my thoughts in the fertile ground of my slumber

It is here in these dreams I see beyond the day
Free to run, to live beyond the hands of Cronos

Clutching slivers in my scarred hands gripping them tightly with my grasp
To run beyond the vigilant guard and far beyond the walls of Phobos

There deep within the my forest of thoughts I can see the world
Through the primrose but I see a possible future in those moments

Dreams and illusions are only reflections of how to shape the world
Were my hands the ever more nimble builder

I wake with only the fleeting memories and wishing I could return
My smile remains as the only evidence


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Follows Prometheus

Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

Prometheus

Some one asked me recently why I thought a particular thought. To me there was no question in my mind that this particular thought was true and the question bothered me. Still in my mind the thought was true despite the others doubt.

Further the doubt was voiced, explain it to me he asked. Within myself posed what words can be used to explain someone something you knew to be true from the first moment.

The other was called away before I could summon an answer to his quandary. I have given it thought and tried to find words to express what I see. There was my hitch over played words reflective of a single sense tossed about and sung so many times there meaning is lost in a fog. Still I have thought on the question and then how would I tell someone without sight about this truth known to me in an instant.

So I sat in the world closed my eyes and let nature speak to me and I waited to see if I could hear, if I could feel, sense all that was happening around me and thought about this truth about what I could see that another could not. With a purpose now I started shutting out the noises of man. All the raucous and rancor that plagues our days and all the machines with their clanging, ripping, grinding and roaring, I pushed myself to sense the what is by so many so much forgotten.

Finally silence rang through the calamity of noises deafening me to what was always here.

Suddenly raindrops fell slowly tapping the ground around me and then one by one the drops touched me, a sudden warmth grew in my heart yet the water was cooling where it fell upon me.

The wind lightly danced around me silent but stirring all living things around me into song the trees, the grass, the birds and animals all seemed to welcome the gentle zephyr with their voices.

The trees yawl and sway grew silent around me but the birds continued their praise and then took to the wind with the beating of wings in the air almost too faint to hear.

Animals chattered on, about what I know not but their merriment swirled around me for a moment and then was gone. Vanished into the world, I searched for them without my sight but alas they were beyond my sense.

The flowers newly blooming in the breath of spring filled the air with perfumes dizzying my senses and their scents as fragile as the petals from which they were born are to the touch, weighing nothing in the air, falling lazily around.

The light rains stopped soon after and the sun burned through the sky whose light which I could not see bathed me in warmth and I laid back into arms of the earth. I felt the strong support holding me up.

There I lay for some time absorbing all world around me that with my eyes I seldom bothered to see.

Then it was clear to me the answer to my friends question about this truth I knew.

What your eyes can not see is not untrue because you do not see it

Beauty is there you just have to be open enough to see clearly That to me the color of her eyes is as soft and warm as rain, her steps are a dance on the wind which brings a song to those around her and her smile a gentle warmth which brightens the world. She is as elegant as the flowers and as dizzying to my senses.

Trying now not to open the box given by those above to the first, once containing gifts indeterminate holds today save a lone treasure but I fear I have already let it fly when I stole a glimpse inside and pray now that which has been shattered before will survive.




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Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

At the side of King Mark

At the side of King Mark by invisible don

In a place unknown to others
I keep a thing

It isn’t a thing that can be touched
But is held

It isn’t a thing that can be seen
But shines

It isn’t a thing that can be heard
But echoes silently

It isn’t a thing that can be carried
But has weight

It isn’t a thing that can be measured
But spans any distance

Only for those who wish
Can it be found

Only for those who hope
Can it be heard

Only for those who trust
Can it light a path

Only for those willing
Can it be carried

Only for those who believe
Can the distance be crossed

It is a thing unchanged by
All the seasons
Can be found no matter the distance
Until the end of days

Locked forever there
Near the door
Just beyond their sight
in that first embrace

A simple thing given
Once in hushed tones
Crushed between kisses
Bathed in joyful tears

Forever





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If you could say... one thing to make the world better ... would you ...

I am a firm believer

in those things

that Tracy and Leonard and Jeff,

Sing

You have to

believe

right

What is the point

if you can’t believe

in that sort of stuff

You know

The idea,

The hope

The belief

it’s why we get up

Why we put up with

all the hell

from the morons

Why you can

see the light

there

If you can’t believe

in even that simple thing

What then

Scents and

Water drops

Is what then

All this time

Later

I still find myself there

In that space

That second

when things were

one way

Before

they were the other

I linger there

Paused in time

Trying

to change

the next second

So many times

Failing

yet

in that moment

That one

Moment

right before

The nightmare

but better her ghost

than another

I’ll sit there

in that second

while I day dream

I’m in another

in the nightmare

The rain falls

And the river is

jasmine

and steam



In other news…

Lindsey Lohan is a phuckin-nut and her lawyer should be disbarred for taking this case seriously… that or there is some elaborate April fools day thing that e-trade and LL Ho-bucket are up too.

Stood up … again

Kick ass looks funny as hell

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dying ... a work in progress

Do you know what you do
Sitting there
Across from me
Do you know
what I’m thinking
Can you see
In my eyes
Can you hear
The breaking
Can you sense
The sorrow
Can you feel
The earth quaking
Do you know what you do
Sitting there
Across from me

That invisible guy
There in that other world
That place
In outer space from you

That invisible guy
There in another place

Can you see me
Sitting there
Across from you



In other news…

Free style ski jumping = How’d they do that… yeah that was cool… how’d they do that?

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Don't forget your towel

My mind is a blur about so many things

Completely lost in the void

Although I’m not lost

I am exactly where

Where I’m standing,

yet I sense the worlds

Universes around me

circles.

Like ripples in a pool

Ions

Rings

Orbits

the world revolves around each

each of us stands still

we are the center of our own being

Those around

orbit around in and out

Colliding

Black holes

Red dwarfs

Meteor rings and comets

Stars, planets, moons, suns, failed stars and supernovas

Other galaxies move in and around

Voyagers

Other move, circling close and their gravity effecting the tides and climate

Others barely a blip on our furthest radar

still multitudes of others exist beyond our own event horizons



In other news…

Wow… doodle will be 18 in less than a week.. Wow and wow


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Invisible don interviews Eros on Valentines day

As you may or may not know as a holiday figure I have special access to other Holiday figures. You may remember my interviews with the jolly one from a few years back in exclusive reports from the HQ of the holly jolly one. Well earlier today I was picked up by Zephyr and escorted to Mount Olympus. Given that the winter games are going on most of the other residence were in Vancouver and not in their usual mountain top home. Which allowed for Eros and I to walk and talk without much interruption.

I was immediately greeted by Eros himself who was clad in a white toga with gold trim and wearing sandals laced to the knees. Golden hair flowed to his shoulders and a light bronze tan covered his skin. He clutched a bow in one hand and quiver, full of arrows hung in at his side.


Eros: Welcome Friend (walking briskly and grabbing my shoulders in a welcoming embrace)

Invisible don: Hello, Eros how are you doing

Eros: (motioning that we walk toward a column lined field) Well I’ve taken care of the majority of the daily tasks

Invisible don: Before we get started do you prefer Eros or Cupid

Eros: I prefer Eros but I’ll answer to Cupid, oh and thanks to the stupid remark earlier that never gets old.

Invisible don: Sorry

Eros: It’s all good my friend if you can’t laugh at your self who can you laugh at … well besides you.

Invisible don: good one, I’ll come back to the cupid thing later but I suppose this is a busy day for you.

Eros: Well not as busy as you might think people are usually already my “victims” by the time the holiday actually rolls around.

Invisible don: Victims?

Eros: Well, yeah, victims (pats the arrows on his legs) Valentines day is just a day really people fall in love all the time doesn’t matter when I don’t have to shoot too many people today it’s actually a pretty slow day. Hades is a bit busier today than I am.

Invisible don: eh, well yeah I’m sure he is. So what takes most of your time on valentines day.

Eros: The serendipitous acts of affection which burst the seed of love in a persons heart and then I have to go shoot them.


Invisible don: I see you still use the original weapon of bow and arrow. With the advances in weaponry why not use a sniper rifle or even smart technologies to guide rocket arrows in from here.

Eros: Well, mom’s husband has tinkered a bit with things but I prefer the arrows.

Invisible don: Well now that you have brought up mom, Venus. Why do you think she isn’t the one people look to on this day of love.

Eros: Well not to sound chauvinistic mom isn’t exactly the best role model for love if you know what I mean.

Invisible don: I think I follow but the readers may not

Eros: Well she has had a ton of affairs … I lost count.

Invisible don: Vulcan ok with all of this

Eros: not really he is always hatching the demise of this person or that one in his work shop. The muses have even used all his plot hatching to inspired a cartoon character you may know

Invisible don: Wyle E.

Eros: The very one

Invisible don: Who know, well I suppose you did. So other than the affairs Venus is attractive.

Eros: Yuck man that’s my mom, I don’t look at her that way I don’t really get, she’s a little bit boozy too besides all the running around. I can’t even count the times Herc’ has toted her back here flung over his shoulders. Then don’t even get me started on the Vanity thing. Mirror Mirror whose the name is vanity should be the phrase.

Invisible don: Well the story says your love and your mother have buried the hatchet.

Eros: Well it’s an uneasy peace at best.

Invisible don: What about you? Have you forgiven her for all the trials she put your love through.

Eros: Well alls well that ends well but if you’re asking would I jump both feet into her backside if she started in on her again you bet. Every family has it’s dysfunction and every love has a trial it has to over come.

Invisible don: Any lessons from your love story with Psyche you can pass on to others on this day to make a relationship work.

Eros: Trust it key.

Invisible don: Care to explain.

Eros: Well as you know mom came unglued at all the guys fawning all over Psyche, now once she and I hooked up all the other didn’t just give up so there are always going to be people trying to work to break you up for their own gain. You have to trust if the person really has feelings for you they will resist temptation.

Invisible don: Good advice, you mentioned Venus going postal about all the press psyche was getting from the paparazzi

Eros: Yeah she came undone. I would advise that parents/friends/other people in your life all may have your best interest at heart but they don’t have to live in the relationship you are in, weigh out their objections to any relationship. If they are counseling you for your health, safety, financial well being or other things which may cause you harm then take the advice, if they have an agenda of their own to maintain a status quo or to benefit themselves then run like hell away from that person. Because love is a drug.

Invisible don: A drug.

Eros: Indeed, it is completely mind altering it will make you stay in a bad situation or will make others do things that they wouldn’t normally do to achieve love. It’s completely self serving and highly addictive.

Invisible don: So you’re saying if you can love some one who isn’t right for you.

Eros: Yes, love is based in our basic instincts to procreate. It’s the driving force in bringing people together despite their differences to ensure the survival of the species.

Invisible don: So the idea that there is only one person out there for a person a true love.

Eros: Well not to knock my own work but no true love isn’t a real thing. There are people who are easier to love than others and relationships which take less effort but love is work it just doesn’t happen.

Invisible don: So the grand gesture of love.

Eros: Is just that, there is the work that leads up to that gesture to make it believable, the little things.

Invisible don: So love is …?

Eros: A mental disorder really, a person who says they are in love really shouldn’t be operating heavy equipment or handling firearms.

Invisible don: Odd that the ambassador of love would say love is a mental disorder isn’t that bad press for you.

Eros: Well if you look at most love stories many of them or tragic, they either start tragically or end tragically. I would think people would run from love or beg to be spared from it rather than wishing for it.

Invisible don: So you aren’t a fan of love.

Eros: I would say I’m not a fan but I wouldn’t say I am either. Maybe its just become a job to me and I don’t think about it like I used to in my younger days.

Invisible don: Speaking of younger days, the cupid thing.

Eros: Ah yes. Cupid and I are indeed one and the same. I’m not really sure how the Cupid image is always me from my younger days. I really didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I’d shoot anyone just to shoot them. People were falling in love with anything. There was that one incident with Narcissus…. Well you know it wasn’t a good time in my life but people like babies which I really don’t understand they just sleep and poop. (shakes head) What are you going to do. I like kids and all had a daughter myself… well Psyche had her. She had followed into the family business… so to speak.

Invisible don: Ah right… Hedone. I would imagine that’s a tough one on a dad

Eros: Well daughters are a joy and torment to a father’s heart.

Invisible don: I hear you there my friend. Well I think I’ve gotten the gist of things Love is real, but it is real work and keep your head above water because what we love may drown you, and keep your family and friends out.

Eros: I think you have it. So anyone you want me to lend you hand with my friend.

Invisible don: Well there is someone but I would rather do the work myself… maybe hold on to that assist for another day.

Eros: Sure, anytime, we need to stick together. Want to get some target practice in?

Invisible don: As in me shoot the bow and arrow.

Eros: At targets not people and the spare set which is really the same they just aren’t enchanted.

Invisible don: Lead the way this is too cool… so Narcissus

Eros: Not my best day…

Well there you go, Eros and I had a good time. Psyche and Hedone came over to watch for a bit and I left shortly there after to let them have some family time. As for my shooting… well …lets just say I could fill in, in a crisis but you’ll be glad to know Eros or Cupid if you prefer is a bulls-eye only shooter. Robin Hood could take a few lessons from him.


In other news…

The Olympics ROCK!!!!!!!!!!! Just love this stuff.


That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

poem

I have painted myself



Painted myself

White with purity and sanctity and vowed to live chaste

I became the acolyte



Painted myself

Red with wrath and war, killed for killing sake and drank deeply the venom of those days I became the sword of Mars



Painted myself

Brown with responsibility and loyalty and tried to be the good one

I became the failure in their eyes



Painted myself

Gold with love and happiness and carried the load

I became a smile



Painted myself

Blue with sadness and grief, held the corpse of a dear one in my arms

I become the wails and tears



Painted myself

Green with life and succor adopted the live and let live

I became the tree



Painted myself

All the colors trying clawing trying to find my place

I became the canvas



Painted myself

Painted myself for

Painted myself forgotten

Painted myself forgotten from the scenes an empty space on the sidewalk beside life.

Painted myself

No color at all



Painted myself outside the frame



2/3/2010 invisible don

More or less complicated...tick,tock, tick

So the saying you would forget your head if it weren’t attached doesn’t make a lot of sense. I mean I suppose it means really horribly forgetful but even if you were say that forgetful that you might start to leave your head some place you wouldn’t be able to really leave without it because you couldn’t see to leave.

The saying you’ll be late to your own funeral makes much more sense. I know two people who this really applies.

The dodge ball count down is tick, tick, ticking away.

More complicated

Other stuff…

There is a space
Between she and me.

Looking across the table
Wondering as I see her there
What does she see in him

The shine in her eyes
Warm, deep autumn
It draws me in and holds me

Listening to her speak
Speaking of her life
I hear and see she is dying

Now wondering
Why doesn’t he see her

Can’t he see beyond the curve
of her face, her shape to look
And seed the who she is inside

Breathing in the air
Steeped in her perfume
A mix of acrid smoke
Spices and a crisp cool air
She intoxicates me

Dare I reach across the table
Slide my hand under her fingers
Sensory fires rushing along the pathways.
Paralyzed by confusion
I can not speak the language
Between she and me

Invisible Don
2/1/2010


In other news…

I feel so behind the popular things by a week or so by a week or so I mean years. I am tragically un hip

That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

A repost: the downfall of man AKA western civilization

This is originally from my blog, or on line journal if you prefer as my blog has no point, supposedly blogs should have a point or something … anywho… on with the best of thing back on 2/25/2002 I wrote this … so if some things are a bit out of date (as in the prez isn’t W anymore thank god) that’s why, however the main point of the entry of the blog holds true … see there is a point it’s just not the same point over and over and over again..

2/25/2002 The downfall of Man by invisible don Edited some by invisible don

I have been thinking lately with all the gloom and doom in the news.
What is wrong with the world?
What is the downfall of civilization?
Well there are a lot of theories out there as to this effect

What you find out all depends on whom you choose to ask or where you look for example:

Chicken Little: Some off the wall theory about squirrels and that the sky is falling.

Gee Dubya: says it’s the AXIS OF EVIL (dum dum dum – it needed a bit of emphasis)

Billy and Jerry (Graham and Falwell – to bad Billy isn’t a Ben huh): These two will tell you it is the lack of morality, women’s rights and other miscreant activities
– Sorry boys but you have it really wrong – perhaps all that is the downfall to the Good Ol’ Boy WASP power structures but not all of civilization.

It isn’t sex, well it could be but it’s not

It isn’t drugs

It isn’t Rock-n-Roll

Not even beer, wine and hard drink

So you ask if not those things what is the at the core of our demise

Well, I’m glad you asked

Why, Because this evil is quite possibly in your own home (shock and horror)

Yes it’s true it’s in your home and maybe in your pocket.

The downfall of man is a simple innocent enough looking of devices a dewy eyed kitten if you will lulling you to your doom.

The SNOOZE BUTTON

Yup that is the ultimate in evil of all mankind

Now before you start to call the padded wagon and the mental health dudes hear me out

The snooze button is the cause of so much of our modern problems

Think about it in the US alone 300 million people all sleeping an extra 10 minutes in one day

That’s three Trillion minutes, 50 million hours, approximately 2.1 million days or about 5,707 years or roughly most of recorded history

Everyday we lose that much time just in the US yup all of known history gone in ten minutes

You take the entire world into account and nothing is getting done at all

Imagine where we could be in science, technology, energy production, interpersonal relationships and on and on

People wonder why aren’t we making the strides that the previous generations have made in the world

It’s because we are sleeping

We are just drowsing away as the world goes by

So the next time you reach over to tap the snooze button
Think about what you are doing to the world

So get your ass out of bed and do something we’re late

Oh by the way have a nice day


In other news…

The previous was a brought up by a fellow co-worker who I will tag when I post this on face book and he can feel free to un-tag himself if he wishes.

It’s a two hour delay today for the schools so stunt boy is being stunt boy and doodle is out of school or so says the TV so I guess she wins the 50 dollars as the hairdo would have happened were it not for the ice. Yup a win by default… hey a forfeit win counts just as much as a one point win or a 100 point whoopin’ default wins count don’t bet if you don’t wanna loose. That’s why I only bet a nickel as in a .05 not 500 you think I’m crazy… oh look a nickel

That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,



PS if the math is off ... thats because crappy at math and spelling too if you read a lot.

Well worth the price of admission... parenthood

Lots going on lately but wrapping my head around it is a strain so... something less complicated


It was high excitement at the River’s Edge sports fields this past Wednesday evening(yesterday 11/4/09). The Woodrow Wilson boy’s soccer team faced the James Madison boy’s soccer team. The teams had met twice before, with each team leaving the field with a victory. Now it is the end of the season and these are the finals the winner moves up and the other team does not. With the stage set both teams took the field.

The first half of the game was dominated by the Madison boys who were quick to strike an offensive strategy which was met by a diligent Woodrow Wilson defense. The Woodrow Wilson goal keeper has been the core of the defense all season and this held true again in this match. The keeper fended off an avalanche of first half tries on goal by the Madison team and was busy with well played fast breaks through out both halves of the match. The officials were quick to call infractions in this match and Woodrow Wilson received the only yellow card in the first half of the match. While the officials made many calls, these did not detract from the quick pace of this hard played defensive meeting. Late in the first half the Woodrow Wilson team gained the offensive momentum and never let go, keeping pressure on the Madison team for the remaining part of the night. The Madison defense was also led by their top notch goal keeper, who was equally menacing to the tries on goal by the Woodrow Wilson strikers.


At the end of regulation time, with a 0-0 tie, the coaches met with the officials for a mid field discussion of how overtime would be played. Two five minute halves followed by a 5 to 5 shoot out if still tied. The Woodrow Wilson team kept on the offensive pressure on for both halves of the over time which was fought equally hard defensively by the Madison Team who had a few break outs into Woodrow Wilson territory but were quickly squashed by the defense or daring goal keeping of Woodrow Wilson’s keeper. Both over time halves expired with the match still tied at 0-0 the teams met at mid field and the West goal was chosen as the final setting for the shoot out between the teams. The two goal keepers who had played hard all match now had to continue to defend their territory as they each prepared to face 5 players from the opposing team.


Coaches and players lined up at mid field, the keepers took their places at the goal and the officials set up the shoot out. The whistle blew and at the end of the first attempt Woodrow Wilson lit the score board with a goal and Madison was blocked. The score read 1-0, then 2-1, and 3-2 as both keepers missed consecutive shots on goal. The forth attempt ended when Madison blocked the Woodrow Wilson shot and their goal shot slipped over the fingers of the Woodrow Wilson keeper. With the match now tied 3-3 the stage was set for the 5th round of attempts on goal. Woodrow Wilson lined up their 5th attempt and placed it just out of reach of the Madison keeper. With the score now at 4-3, the Madison team had one final try to tie the match. Every hand had fingers crossed, every player, parent and friend held their breath as the ball was placed on the field. The keeper set up his arms at the ready, staring out of the goal as the kicker lined up the last shot. The official’s whistle blew signaling play, the kicker took his steps to the ball, the last swing back for the kick, and as it was for the entire match Woodrow Wilson’s goal keeper was a great wall in the front of the goal and Madison’s 5th attempt was blocked. Woodrow Wilson wins on points in a match that was played well by both teams and both teams can walk away winners in how this match was played.



Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Ceiling Fans

Ceiling Fans by Invisible Don 9/7/09

Into her eyes I’ve stared deeply,
Tasted her kiss upon my lips,
Felt her breath against my body,
Our arms were once tangled in the darkness,.

So long ago, but never far from my thoughts.
She is beauty tilting slightly to the left,
As she stares far off in photographs,
Imaging in my heart to what wonder or dream.

Sitting here and looking to the past.
Which choice would have made the difference.
Which one would have kept all the good in my life ,
And which would have led me into your arms

Lying here staring at the ceiling watching the spinning blades
Above me they begin to move backward.
Fixing my focus on a single point in the wheel
It becomes clear that the past is lost

The strumming of the strings,
The timbre of the voices in harmony with the melody.
Ticking clocks and flipping pages marking the passage
In the stars above Eros laughs

Stumbling in my thoughts, fumbling for the words.
To sing from my broken heart and voice
Pushing back the demons of doubt and fear
Searching for a way to say and have it sound sincere

That all the silver, diamonds and gold in the world
Are not worth nearly the joy a smile from you brings.
Finding a way to tell you that I miss you
And long to hear your voice whisper in the dark
Hold me and never let me go


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

the lie

Blind fold Sir
No thanks but I’ll have that last cigarette
From across the sand
She’ll walk up and light it
Look into my eyes
Then I’ll wish I had asked for the blindfold
She lightly place her hand on my shoulder
Drift to the side to tell me in a whispered drawl that she’ll miss me
But we both know it’s a lie
She says it in a way that sounds convincing
And if the pile of shards were intact
I might actually believe it
Whispered so close that her warmth chills me
Brushing her fingers against my lips
She pulls the cigarette from my grip
I exhale visibly
She smiles then winks at me and draws deeply
Inhaling what feels to be part of me
She leans in close her cheek so close to mine
Her eye lashes graze against my face
She pulls away slowly
A last glance into my eyes
Her finger tips pause again
Just a moment on my lips
The cigarette back to my mouth
Watching her lift her fingers to her lips
Gently presses down and closes her eyes
A second here then gone my eyes close
I breath acrid thick sweetness and her smell
Slowly opening my eyes
She is walking away
A few steps back ward never breaking her gaze
Just before turning away
He hair floating on the wind
Then the thunder



Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Usted es tan hermoso... it is true she is really

Usted es tan hermoso... it is true she is really

M.T. and L.G. and the roman godess in the texas hat. .. bum da dum da dum ... da dum... bum da dum da dum... da dum... my .... your... bum da dum da dum ... da dum..

No time tonight crunk and stuff


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

My Shadow

Chris Isaak’s song ‘wicked game’ reminds me of a person I once knew… I associate a few people with songs but not too many because they are usually more complex than the song. This person was much more complex than the song 'wicked game' but it moves in the same way. Not the lyrics to the song but how they are sung and how the melody turns. I called her my shadow when I knew her something I'm working on about her.


My Shadow by invisible don 8/09

She turns like the vibrations off the strings, twisting in the air
The gyrations of her hips sweep, like a breeze

The pull on the cords like her back arching as she slips effortlessly from step to step
Her gaze a whisper, penetrating, soft and barely heard raising a chill

The slow brushing touch of her long fingers stops my breath
Her curves simple and yet more provocative than others.

Her desires quickly fill your thought with a word
Softly she wraps herself around you almost floating

You convince yourself she is more a dream than real
To spare the ache for her when the flutter of the curtains showing when she is gone


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Charlie Alpha Tango Sierra ... it does make sense

The two animal room-mates I have are completely different. I did not pick either of the animals. They live with me though and I remain their favorite Bi-pedal mammal in their Quadra-pedal world.

Yes like all pets they think they own your home. Before you poosha my statement, Let us think about this for a minute.

(thinking pose- hand on chin, staring into the air on the left side, lips pursed)

You clean up their defecate, feed them daily, they make no money, you entertain them on their demand, if they don’t want to be bothered with you at the moment you can’t find them, they can keep you up with their antics and I could go on but I feel I’ve made my point. From their perspective you work for them.

They are the master and you are the worker bee.

Little do they know while I love them as pets that is what they are they are animals. They are lower on the food chain, they are lower on the evolutionary scale, while they are unique in the behaviors they do not have human characteristics, but I’m going to talk about them like they do. I’m going to call them roommates when they really are not. Now if you are a pet owner, I know PETA and other animal rights groups say the is a demeaning term, … ok I lost that point but found that new one, about pet owner being demeaning.

To whom is it demeaning? My cats, the last time I checked they don’t speak English. They don’t speak any human dialect for that matter. It’s a term some humans have said is demeaning when used to describe animals who live with humans to other humans who have placed animals on a rung equal to or higher than humans. I’m not one of those people. I treat my pets well and I give them a decent amount of my attention. They deserve not to be treated badly by me or other people but they aren’t human. That is enough they are pets.

So with that if you hate me for anything I have said so far well stand in line you aren’t the only one who hates me. Well you don’t get to be king of the bastards by not stepping on toes. All hail the king. I have bumper stickers that proclaim my regal status … do you?

Yup that’s what I thought

Back to the cats.

My cats are Mouse and Wilson. Doodle brought Mouse home. Saying, Daddy, I found this kitten on the street, she was all alone and needs a home can we keep her. (insert sad pouted lip child face) I knew this was a lie then because I looked in the cats ears which were clean. Cats that aren’t even just sort of taken care of have dirty ears. However I decided to pretend to believe the lie and say yes we can keep the kitten. Yeah I’m that dad on some things.

Mouse has remained pretty small and is bi-polar. Well not really but I say she is because she does the run to where you are when you come home and does the love me love me dance near your feet.

Love me love me. (figure 8 walking and rubbing on things)

When any one reaches for her she runs off

Don’t love me

And then she comes back

Love me, love me

Reach

Don’t love me

Bi-polar

With that however, Mouse will usually be where she can see you but you can’t see her. Unless the beta unit is here and she hides because the beta unit brings it’s dog which tries to kill Mouse. No seriously.

Her dog bites Mouse around the neck and you have to pull it off of the cat.. That isn’t saying hey lets be friends and play. That is saying I’m going to kill you if they bi-peds would only give me the chance.

Wilson is a recent addition. A gift if you will which was the result of, Hey I’m moving and I can’t take this cat with me will you take him. (insert batting eyes and pouted lip)

The story is more complicated than that but I’ll just leave it at this and I said yes. Yes Wilson belonged to a woman before me.

Wilson is cool, with that Mouse is cool too despite her bi-polar thing.

Wilson is a watcher cat though. Unless he is sleeping, he has to be within 5 feet of the action.

For example, he sits in a chair in my kitchen while I cook. Seriously, right up in the chair right in the middle and watches. I think part of this is his nature and most domesticated animals that food may result from and in the act of being close to the humans. The also think that if I look cute a lot too and that will help in the getting of the food.

As I don’t eat the meat things he doesn’t like what I eat mostly and I’m not one to feed the pets human food.

Wilson watches in amazement in the kitchen though. I imagine his thoughts are wow this stuff actually has uses. I’ve lived in a couple other places and no one used this stuff. It just was there, who knew you can get food from using the stuff in a kitchen. Yes his previous owner is not a person who cooks often. In fairness she is not the only person here who doesn’t cook. If you are a woman from Roanoke or the surrounding area and not a transplant from somewhere else and live here now, you don’t cook. It’s not that women from here can’t cook they just don’t.

I’m not sure why, but if you meet a woman who says she is from Roanoke she isn’t going to cook. As a result Roanoke has more restaurants per capita than any other city in Virginia. It also has the highest divorce rate in the state too. I’m not sure the two things are related, they could be though.

Back to the cats and away from broad generalizations.

So I have the two cats. Which I’m not sure how Wilson will handle the beta units dog. They haven’t met and Wilson is much bigger than Mouse. Like over twice the size and he is not a fat cat. Mouse is just that small. Why do you think we named her Mouse. Well yes it’s ironic too.

I’m also not really sure Mouse is actually a cat. She doesn’t do normal cat things most of the time and while she looks like a cat she doesn’t really look like a cat. I think she might be an alie-um kitty. (yes Ay-lee -UM for alien)

I did have two dogs who have been missing and I think were stolen.

So it was definitely different stuff, maybe it was better stuff.

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,