Queen - 'Bohemian Rhapsody'

This song is older than I am but you better believe it speaks volumes. This man lived with secret of being gay and ended up dying of AIDS. But his band, his voice, his lyrics live on. Just makes me want to hang out with my friends and sisters and do an old school wayne's world scene. ha ha

Enjoy

Rain

Its nice to see some rain. It helps everyone. It makes for a nice constant sound hitting the roof top. It brings life back to the earth. It makes trees stand up straighter, it makes the flowers bloom better. The earth weather dirt, clay or sand soaks it up to send to the plants that need it just the same.

After the rain, it brings bad things like mosquitoes and humidity but during the rain the sounds, the smells and sometimes the sky puts on a great show.

I love the rain.....I am glad that the dessert is finally seeing some rain. Now its time to turn off the computer, the tv and get some sounds soaked in.

Punk Rock Tale VOLUME I

*The old man in the beginning of the song, slurring his words not giving a shit, I know that old man and his sons. Don't Mess with Texas Mother Fuckers*

I took my old man out to the Bar with me one hot summer night. I hadn't seen him in awhile and I knew that he could use some time out of the house. The phone rang twice and he picked up.
"Dad, it's me. Get ready, I am going to pick you up in 15 minutes and we are going to go see some band downtown."
"ok"

I jolted out the door, made sure I had a joint to smoke when I got to my dad's house cause that way if he gave me shit, I at least knew I could get him stoned enough for him to decided that leaving the house was a good idea. That night was alright.
We got there in time to see the last two song of the opening band play. They cleared out their shit and there was just a mic until the lead band came on stage. My dad always ready to make a fool of himself pulled out his mouth organ from his vest pocket, jumped on stage and started playing. Nobody took him off stage cause that old man was playing like he was in an auditorium full of people waiting to watch him. He played his little tune that he always plays, thanked the crowd as he introduced the band, like he was part of the show. Slurring his words, didn't even say their band name correctly. That night ended with a great show.

Several weeks later, I got their new album and holy shit, their was my father harmonica intro on the album! I looked all over the cover to see if they gave my dad props. Anything at all like "crazy old hippie at bar" "Drunk Biker playing mouth organ" any kind of credit. It was my dad, it was HIM on this album that is now being sold all over the state and nation, and there is NOTHING! Fuck that shit. I got a hold of the band leader and asked him straight out, "WHAT THE FUCK!" The singer denied, denied and denied me 3 times that my dad was not on the album and I was full of shit. Well, after that I knew I was just going to have to take care of that next time he came to play a show in town. FUCK THAT PUKE for denying my dad his rightful credit.  OR even some credit for the Texas.  Something is better than nothing.

Next time they were in town, the crowd was bigger but I was going to find a way to get that mother fucker on stage and beat his fucking ass.  My little brother who is taller than me knew my plans for the show and insisted on coming along.  Didn't bother me any.  They are playing their set, I moved into the crowd, my brother hung back a few feet from me.  Just enjoying the show, I guess waiting to see how I was going to pull this off.  Between songs, the fucking lead singer pointed and yelled, "What are you doing here you stupid stinky hippie?  Go do to the a block over and go watch the Counting crows or something."  This mother fucker pointed at the wrong person, he was looking straight at my brother, who at the time had long hair.  He messed with my brother, he woouldn't give my dad or Austin/Texas any kind of credit.  This motherfucker messed with the wrong family.
  I got close to the stage and grabbed a kid who asked me to crowd surf him. "I got one better for you, I want to kick the lead singer's ass, if i toss you up there you bring him down here or I AM GOIN TO KICK YOUR ASS!" The kid was all over it. They were screaming into the mic and the kid grabbed him around the neck and pushed him off the stage. I was there and caught him with my fist. Punched that mother fucker several times and then walked away blending in with the crowd. The lead singer stands up, gets back on stage and yells, grab the bald guy with the white muscle shirt. By then I was half way out the door shirtless with my hat on walking out with the rest of the crowd.


FLAWLESS

My one poem

Everyday she walks through her life, that is not so bad.
Everyday she has thoughts that are really sad.

Who will miss me?
Who will go down on their Knee?
Who will have a flow of sadden tears
cause She could not get past her fears

She just wants her Demons to die
so you can see happiness in her eye

She just wants them to stop taking over her mind
But they dont want to leave her BEHIND

They want to take her to the depths of Hell.
where she will dwell
for the rest of her non living days
in the vast darkness of haze

One good thing
is there is one Angel that Sings
And the demons go out of sight
And rest until the next fight

Crazy Lady

Hi, my name is Crazy Lady. My mind gets the best of me a I allow my physical actions reflect it. When I go nuts, I think my life is worthless. I want to either harm myself or harm others. but neither of those options atre realistic. People in my life need my insanity to comfort them, to love them and.some depend on me. It does make me feel special that no mater how NUTS I get, there are people in my life that would miss me. maybe I want to be missed, but how realistic wpuld that really be? I have to remember to love myself. My self worth is worthy. And if I go to early then what would the people in my life really feel about me? Would their last feeling of me be, shameful, would they call me selfish, coward? my exit a tragedy or disappointment? How about if I just keep on, whether life is good or bad. Maybe I will just stick around to terrorize my husband, my family and my friends. But when I say terrorize I mean it in a loving, funny me kind of way. I might not always like the cards I am dealt, but damnit I am going to stay at the table till I get a ful house or the 4 Aces to win. My only flaw is that everytime I go nuts I take it out on those I love. Or I call "her" to start a fight. She has that "you know what you should do" mentality and that doesnt drive me nuts it pisses me off. She lives a life with hate and negativity towards the man that gave her three girls. She always tells me God will see me through this thats fine. But I dont need spirtual advice I need my mom. If I wanted spirtual advice I would go speak to a priest. But in the end, I might be in the wrong for being hateful towards her. So until I apologize I guess we wont be talking. Cant let that old bat die on me,i said some awful shit. But life goes on
Hello, my name is Crazy Lady and I am going to.be around until my hair turns grey, till my hands tell a story, and my great grandkids come to visit me and terrorize my crazy ol ass for all the stuff I have done in my life.

The best part of writing fiction is....

I get to play God and make a world of my own.

Your Own Identity.....

Everyone always has a time in their lives where they are lost. Who am I? Who do I want to be when I grow up? What kind of person do I want to be?


These questions we battle with ourselves as we grow into our awkward stages in our lives. Pre-Teen and than our teenage years, we just don't know who we are.


But as an adult, can you really still have that same excuse?
Let me give you a for instance, I know this one "man" that has made a name for himself for being a rich spoiled kid that loathes himself so much that he still does not know who he is. He despises another man so much that he is following in that man's foot steps. So, he can't find his own identity that he decides he wants emulate what he loathes and hates the most. Get your own identity. If you don't like someone so much why would you want to turn into that person, the one man you claim to hate with your whole soul. Isn't imitation the best form of flattery? And when you are turning into that person you hate some much, does that mean you are still having an identity crisis with your own self. You already hate yourself so much are going to hate yourself some more? What sense does that make.


But as adults sometimes we still don't know, "What we want to be when we grow up." Which is okay in some instances because we are always working on the path to make our lives better for ourselves and our families. As long as you find something that makes you happy then your identity will come in time. Everyone has several titles in our lives, but the one title that makes you happy will bring you joy in your life. Giving you the identity you seek......


~ Gypsy Knowles ~