Updates From Another World Pt. 2

Big Dog

You’re only a dog,

But I do so envy you,

Your life of endless eating,

Shitting, pissing and sleeping.

I am so tired of working,

Breathing and keeping

The faith that better days

Will come and life will turn

and come around my way.

I wonder, big dog,

Would you be king for a day?

The master is weary of his crown,

and wishes to simply lie down

letting the sun warm his bones.

All I have is yours to own

If I can but sit and howl

at the moon on high

 As for a moment

from my life I hide.

Excerpt from the Chronicles of Mortoch the Hobbit

I met a man in a park one day, he sat, head bowed, in somber contemplation.

I spoke of the weather and those small things that people say to pass the time.

He listened quietly, saying not a word.

Fearing I was being a bother, I started to take my leave.

In a whisper almost to soft to grasp, he apologized for being rude,

“It is just that I am listening, trying to hear the sound of my love drawing near.”

“Oh', I said, 'is she to meet you here?”

“Eventually” was his only reply.

Now curious I inquired what did he mean.

He turned his face to me then, and I saw eyes that held no life,

in a face carved deep with pain and covered with shining tracks

of the tears that still pooled in his saddened eyes.

He slowly began to speak, and a story he told

that touched me so deep I shall remember it until I remember no more.

This then is his story, I tell it to you that you may know of a love so deep that the stars in the sky whisper the legend of  its depth and purity.

Please enjoy and feel free to cry, as I did when he told it to me and even now as I tell it to you.

The story of Gavin The Lost

As told to Mortoch the Hobbit

“I stood confident in my youth, basking in hope, that hope that only youth can know.

Filled with quiet contentment at the course that was set, secure in the knowledge of tomorrow”.

“Then one day by chance I happen to meet the most true and honest beauty that I have ever known.

The world stopped and with it time. I could not breathe, nor speak, or even think.

My ears drank in the sparkling joy of her laughter though barely could I hear over the thunderous rush

of my heart pounding in my head.

She turned to me, her eyes like diamonds rolling softly in the sun, smiling a smile that held no lies or vanity, and my heart leaped from my chest racing headlong up to the sky.

She spoke to me words I can never remember for I could not force my mind from her.

I was lost in her perfect soul and spirit wondering what I had done to deserve the chance to be in the same universe as this person whom I loved from that first second that went on forever and will love until forever ends.”

We would speak for hours it seemed about things to many to count and sometimes not talk at all for there was no need. I found myself laughing from the sheer thrill of be in the presence of her perfection.

“Time had no meaning then and I cannot say how long it was before the day that I heard a sound and turn to see it's cause. When I turned back the world had turned dark for she was gone with no trace.

I screamed in panic and spun to the four corners trying desperately to glimpse her face.”

“Come back” I cried, tears flowing from eyes blinded with fear.

“Come back! I need you, where have you gone?!

“PLEASE, COME BACK, you take with you my heart and soul”.

“PLEASE!!” I screamed.

“please”, I whispered.”

“Please come back to me', I sobbed “.

“My pleas piled uselessly at my feet, in a pool of my tears, for as they flew forth they found no ears to meet and fill with the sounds of my grief.

My mind left me then, flying away to find her, to beg her forgiveness for whatever I needed to be forgiven of that she might return and make me whole again. I wandered aimlessly, lost in a gray soulless place, praying for my love to return.

Forever came, went, and came again but still she did not come back to me.”

“Then came those whispered, terrible words, that ripped my very being to pieces and crushed all hope from me.”

“She is gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean gone?”

“She is gone, it was a terrible thing and she is gone to that place no living heart can go”

“She was gone,

She was gone,

she was gone,

she was gone.”

Prologue:

As he repeated those three words his voice faded again to a whisper

he turned to me and said, “That is why I sit and wait for the sound of her drawing near.

Praying as I do that she comes to fetch me to her that I may again know her and bask in the truest beauty I has ever known.”

A Millage of Updates From Another World

These updates are from my father(Mortoch).  They range from correspondence between myself and him to thoughts on life and some of its atrocities.  I am posting these for him since he is unable to while he is in China.
Please Enjoy.
Deebo
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Hey Buddy:
Had me a great day today, walked out to Hongqaio Pearl City, about 2miles away. Those people are just down right fun. I bought a pair of binoculars, guy wanted 400Y(roughly 60US), walked away with them for 200 even(30US). Bought a back pack for riding the bike, she started at 380Y(57US), she settled for 175Y(26US). Got a set of Bose headphones, she started at 280Y(42US) but settled for 180Y(27US) and I threw in 5Y just cause she made it so much fun. Then walked back to Carrefor Street (about a 1.5 miles) and down to HongQaio street (about 1.5miles) all the way to Gubei (2 miles) and back home (about 2 miles). Why didn't I take the bike? Still waiting until my shoulder will bear weight before I ride that far. :-) I had a ball, I was walking around in Pearl City grinning like a special kid with his hands in his drawers, I was just this side of laughing.
Had To Share
Love, Dad
PS, I found music YEEHAW, I can get Songza here and they have improved immensely. I am listening to Tears In Heaven by Eric Clapton done by a Gregorian Chant choir, straight outstanding. My station is called Mortochs if you want to check it out. Now I've got Sevendust, Beautiful ripping up the Bose headphones, the only thing stopping this from being freaking perfect is my proximity to those I love more than words can describe.
Love Dad
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Hi Son,
Hope all is well and you are achieving some peace. I am slowly, though the nature of the last two blog updates may belie that. I have been attending a non denominational church here. I do not believe the words but I believe I am in the first church in my life where all the people are there because they want to be not because they think it makes them better than everyone else. I am trying to find a Buddhist temple somewhere close as I would like to check that out. All I know is that there are over 60 nationalities in that church and I don't care what they believe because I feel better after I leave. Not sure how long I will keep going if that feeling wears off but will cross that when it comes.
Love You
Dad
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"I am vindicated and verified
Lies I have know I now know
I was not loved
Least enough to fight for
Left lost and alone on the battlefield crying because
I was an embarrassment
A secret to be held in the dark
Lest people they know judge them less than their own self worth
I will go on better with the knowledge that that which did not break me made me stronger

Love to my children and theirs"

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    "There maybe someone that reads this that feels the last update was very brutal and possibly even bordering on psychotic. Maybe the man was molested as a child and this what caused him to turn out this way. So by that reasoning if he had been poked in the eye as a child he should be compelled to walk the earth jamming his fingers in to the eyes of others.

     These scum always roll out the same tripe when they are found out, “It was done to me as a child” as a reason for their behavior. As if any reasoning could explain the destruction of a young child. What blows my mind is weepy eyed idiots who fall into line behind that crap. “He doesn't need prison, he needs help, he has a sickness.” Bullshit, he needs to die as horribly as the the things he inflicted on the children he has doomed to a life of pain and anger.

     The only people who can possibly imagine otherwise have never “danced with the devil in the pale moonlight” and will never understand until they do. And as for the bottom feeding, soulless, money grubbing clown lawyers that defend them and try to get them off, They get the stake next to their clients. What really puts a knuckle forcefully into the top of my head is that a strong majority of these people seem to be ultra religious which is another shining example of the human animal taking a perfectly beautiful concept and perverting it into a tragedy beyond all comprehension.

     Lets see, “Do onto others as you would have done onto you”, “Love thy neighbor as thyself”, If thy neighbor smites thy on thy cheek, offer to him your other cheek”, Rape babies and torture them in ways to terrible to describe.

Which one of those freaking statements doesn’t fit in the group? If you have any trouble deciding do the world a favor, shoot yourself in the head and try not to screw it up."

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Look at me, I am real.
I have loved, I have lost.
I live and I will die.
Laughed a million times,
And of course I have cried.
I’ve seen the face of god
As my progeny look my way.
I am not a number  I am real,
I am blood, bone,
Flesh and life,
mind and soul.
Remember my name
because I am not a number
for your head count,
your body bag parade,
used to stimulate the hate
and drive the fervor.
That the war pigs may profit 
and the government control 
the masses with circuses and cake
that they will gladly sent their children 
to fill more body bags with numbers 
that are not now 
nor have ever been just numbers.

I stand in this place looking back
at the years and years that have brought me here
the fears that impeded me and are now forgotten
and wonder what comes next
and what will be my memory in the minds of others
winner, loser, ass or clown
journey up or down, nothingness or rebirth
I try mightily to be that which I wish to be
and hope that it sorts itself out

Load them all on a boat

American politics are no longer about race or anything else except money. Our elected politicians no longer give a crap about anything except their own pockets. The party not in office spends all its time blocking the other party from doing any good with the end result being that nothing real and good is ever accomplished. Even this health bill was purchase at such a high cost that it will in the end amount to nothing. And the Tea Party? Really a bunch of losers and clowns with no real agenda but to get into a position to line their own pockets on the backs of the frightened majority. I am seriously afraid we are headed for the crapper at the speed of the unenlightened. Good luck to all the true hearts when "MOM comes to flush it all away"




A quote from Mortoch on the Huffington Post,

Minstrel 3

Why does music bring such pleasure to us? Music soothes, excites, and calms us depending on our moods, why?
Music is varying frequencies of electric signals which opon reaching our brain reacts with various sections of our brains and produces feeling based on our tastes.
I think most music is good. At different times I will feel like different types of music, but the majority of the time I want a mix that forces me to be aware, instead of settleing in to a consistant boring drone. The one music I will listen to consistently is rock.
I tend to listen to the music that is not the most popular at the time because the more popular the genre the more populated it becomes with snake oil salesmen and women. Those people that are singing this particular brand of music because it is what sells, to me they are prostituting their gifts for the the thirty peices of silver.
I will listen to those people who have stayed true to their music regardless of the popularity and marketability of it. The awful truth is the majority of people listen to a certain tyoe of music because some half baked DJ at a two bit radio station tells them it is cool. Give me early Randy Travis, Alan Jackson, Dolly,etc. before Rascal Flatts or any of the other band wagon bands any day. Santanna, Joe Satrianni, Evans Blue, 10 Years, any time before Poison or any of that whole disastrous period of glam/hair band BS. I want my music to come from the core of the person performing, 'deep down, gut wrenching, scream it from the mountains top, opinion be damned because this is me' music that captures me in its grip and won't release until it is spent, music, or don''t come knocking in the first place.

On a new note I would like to pose a question. Just who or what were Einstein, Galileao, Michailangilo, and all the rest of the creatures who have blessed us with their knowledge through the history of man? An article puplished on Google in the Physics section this last week detailed how they had proven one of the fundimental principles of Einstein's Theory Of Relativivty, using technology that wasn't even being dreamed of when he first put this forth. This type of occurance is one of the driving forces behind my feeling that it is possible to carry knowledge into, through, and out of the death experience.