my creativity

thanx chelsea

raighan — Tue, 20 May 2008 00:47:24 GMT

so its more of a box filled with dirt as opposed to a hole........but you were right about playing in dirt, it does make you feel good

whatifs

raighan — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 22:28:06 GMT

Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long and sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow talle? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

the Box

raighan — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:23:16 GMT

Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a kind of box Bound up with chains and locked with locks And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war." A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before. Don't fiddle with this deadly box,Or break the chains, or pick the locks. And please don't ever play about with war. The children understood. Children happen to be good And they were just as good around the time of yore. They didn't try to pick the locksOr break into that deadly box. They never tried to play about with war. Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither 'Cause they were quiet, and sweet, and pretty In those wondrous days of yore. Well, very much the same as now, And not the ones to blame somehow For opening up that deadly box of war. But someone did. Someone battered in the lid And spilled the insides out across the floor. A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags And all the tears, and horror, and death that comes with war. It bounced right out and went bashing all about, Bumping into everything in store.And what was sad and most unfair Was that it didn't really seem to care Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for. It bumped the children mainly. And I'll tell you this quite plainly, It bumps them every day and more, and more, And leaves them dead, and burned, and dying Thousands of them sick and crying. 'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore. Now there's a way to stop the ball. It isn't difficult at all. All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure That we can get it back into the box,And bind the chains, and lock the locks. But no one seems to want to save the children anymore. Well, that's the way it all appears, 'cause it's been bouncing round for years and years In spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore And the time they came across the box, Bound up with chains and locked with locks, And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."

words of wisdom from the momowitz

raighan — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:31:27 GMT

Dear Gentle men- I am impressed with the maturity evident in each of you. There is something to aging-passing the 24 year mark and moving into adult-ness. You all manage to retain your youthfulness--that is essential. Your love for one another is evident, vital, supportive, and magical. The influence you have on one another is intense. By being aware of how your emotions, attitudes, and decisions affect one another, you take responsibility for the friendship/tribe connection. Thank you for being the wonderful, magical hearts you are. I am honored to know you. I am compelled to communicate my feelings and impressions as stimulated by visiting with Raighan and Ilian this week. I do understand the feelings I see in Raighan, feel from Ilian, and hear in Johnny. In the past,I have breathed fear so completely it has left me paralyzed, infected my children, made me useless and selfishly neurotic, and caused me to miss a whole lot of delight. I could have appreciated my days by changing my perspective. I could have focused on the blessings and deliciousness of my life. I could have had fun! I wasted a lot of time and energy, infected those I love most---and, was not pleasant or nourishing for those around me. ...regrettable...... In the past, I was where you are......expecting apocalypse, tomorrow, or tomorrow, or, certainly, tomorrow (but, please, not yet.....)in the past...., self absorbed in my "intellectual mind" ,and vibrating with anticipation of disaster that gave me purpose. There was a sense of appreciation for the starving children in Ethiopia, and the orphans of Kosovo, because I could care enough about them and their plight to find purpose in raising awareness of those issues. ....a convoluted "compassion" that is fucked up. I had something to teach others. I had something to do---I could worry. I had purpose because I cared. It has come up in my work for young Veterans--the sense of "purpose"... I see you in their faces, and I know I can make a difference by sharing what I have, as I share my love, and my comforts with you. I wish to help them recognize their value and purpose, and give them opportunity to improve their world after they have destroyed it. Because they will share the planet with you, I choose them healthy. That is logical. That is being a parent. Raighan tells me he is "having a vasectomy and you can't stop me. It is my decision." I imagine this thought--to be "socially responsible" -- is influenced by the state of the world, and a determination to avoid adding more "trauma" to an overburdened planet. Commendable intention. Dramatic action. Self-centered action that negates regard for the choices of the woman with whom Raighan may choose to share his life. Self centered youthful reaction that disregards the man Raighan will be in 5/10/20 years. It is a dramatic action for a "maybe" circumstance. It is a decision that can be deeply deeply regretted, affect loving relationships, deny instinct. It has the potential to add more trauma to another.. Johnny---you are influencing your friends, my children. The influence is educational, stimulating, and intelligent. And, your fear is stimulating Raighan's fear. You reflect it back and forth to one another, and that constant frame of reference magnifies the panic. Because you are so focused on the fear, you are both MISSING THE MOMENT!!!!!! and, your fear is stimulating dis-ease in you and those who relate with you--friends, lovers, customers, the suffering humanity you wish to relieve. You are adding to the pain. STOP IT !!!! really.....get a grip and knock it the fuck off!!! You are wasting your talents, your energy, your love. You are infecting those you care for most. You are gnawing yourself up from the inside, and frightening your friends. You are missing your Life !!!!!!! LIFE IS WONDERFUL !!!!! STOP MISSING IT !!!!!! STOP NOURISHING A NEGATIVE VIEW OF LIFE !!!!!! BE ENTHUSIASTIC !!!! LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!! LIVE IT How to do that: Breathe..... Just for a moment- simple enough Breathe deeply and be alive Feel where you are. Be present. Feel the people around you. Remember those who love you. Feel the love you say you have for them....for your sweetheart...... your friends.....your planet..... BREATHE and breathe again just for a moment, let go the panic You are here, and there is a purpose in that. When you are afraid, and focus on the Possibles as horrid and inevitable, you create that yuk...... You become the Master Crafter of all you fear...the Master of all you desire.... How about readjusting your crafting? How might that affect the Peace you say you wish for the planet? How disappointed will you be if the chaos and pain is gone?? What will you do????? What is your value to anyone if the world is a comfortable, healthy place to be? Why have you had to feel so disgustingly horrible for so long, if there is Hope, and Ease???? What is the purpose of your Life if there is no purpose for your battle??? If you believe and know that you are part of GOD, and in that you are responsible for everyone and everything, why are you continuing to create so much pain??? The dis-ease and angst you cultivate within manifests externally. Why are you expending so much energy creating what you despise???? We are at the tipping point. You are a catalyst for the change you wish to see. You ARE the change you wish to see. Be extraordinary! Start living it! For the sake of my children, and my children's children---for the sake of beautiful Abijahs and magical babies that are coming onto this planet now....for GOD's sake: CHANGE YOUR PERSPECTIVE !!!!!! pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease............ Because I love my children more than any other element in this world and I see their purpose, I request you be a Hopeful, Enthusiastic, Alive influence. BE AS PASSIONATE ABOUT LIFE AS YOU HAVE BEEN ABOUT TRAUMA The mission of my children is to create a better world. Their task is to open their hearts so wide the brilliance of their love reaches into darkness, reminds others of their own brilliance, and stimulates Divine recognition in mass quantity. There is a purpose for each of them--and there is a REASON I birthed them. I did not WANT to have children. It was THE BEST thing I ever, ever did. They have been my greatest teachers, and have helped me grow into a decent human being. They are my reason for being. And, I will battle Darkness and Dis-ease when I see it clouding their Knowing. It is no small feat the Markowitles are tasked with achieving. It WILL be fun and easy.... Each Tribester in your hearts is here to create a better world with you. We are here to reflect the Divinity of others back to them--to share reflection of God-ness in one another. We are here to create a Divine reality. Start tapping into it. It requires a conscious adjustment of perception, action, and reaction. Put as much effort into shining your God-ness as you have put into creating a successful business, planting the ultimate garden, building the best Burning Man camp. For the sake of my children....and your mother's child,.....and other mothers' children......PLEASE focus on the beauty in your life. Share that with the rest of us. SEE HOW DELICIOUSLY NOURISHING YOUR LIFE ALREADY IS !!!!!!! Whining time is officially over. Get your Life!!!!! with sincere respect and great affection, the momowitz

rainbow lights

raighan — Wed, 30 May 2007 08:22:05 GMT

pinks and reds blues and greens colored so bright it just about screams arcs of light sprinkled with dew a palette of paints there just for you so live everyday with your highs and your lows but keep in mind those pretty rainbows

fuck you all

raighan — Sun, 12 Nov 2006 13:38:16 GMT

with blistering marks from loving arcs bending for love that comes from above rushing through thought cant say what you ought for when scathingly placed you then cant be faced attempts are formed from ration-al i'll still try reall hard to be your pal but fuck that shit, im feeling blue i'll turn around and say fuck you i love ya'll.............................but FUCK..............................

callin' out to all my portland based crew

raighan — Wed, 21 Jun 2006 22:48:47 GMT

i just found out the date for the next oracle gathering!!!! its gonna be august 3-7th, tickets should go onsale pretty soon so you should all get one and make sure you can get that time off work.

tickled pink

raighan — Sun, 18 Jun 2006 05:48:27 GMT

tickled pink i'd like to think if you tickle me it will make me pee i'll laugh and cry until i die oh what fun to tickle your bum

single steps

raighan — Sun, 04 Jun 2006 00:04:33 GMT

single steps in skipping time lounging back with lilac wine when two will meet in broken grace starring at an open face sipping on my worldly woes making friends of all my foes if dreams of you are in my mind i know you cant be hard to find

bah humbug!

raighan — Mon, 26 Dec 2005 01:20:07 GMT

dazed

raighan — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 02:38:37 GMT

formless my mind sits inspiration lacking negative thoughts progress my body, hijacking numb creativity where has it gone stuck in this world a tired old pawn against the grain sitting here thinking i'm totally bored i'd rather be drinking

no more food.....

raighan — Fri, 25 Nov 2005 03:36:29 GMT

stuffed to the gills i'm feelin' ill my stomachs full and thats no bull passing out full of stout the beer is cold i've gotta fold i'll sleep it off trying not to cough oh thanksgiving day i say hooray!

..........

raighan — Sun, 20 Nov 2005 04:43:00 GMT

friendships sweet and often kind dwelling softly in my mind until the sad and fatefull day when they slowly slip away i'll let it go and carry on dreaming fondly of our bond no wait i think you have to stay and meet me later in the day having fun and hangin' out we'll run around and scream and shout

lost in time.......

raighan — Sat, 19 Nov 2005 23:33:18 GMT

.......and lost in space....... lost to me you cant be found simply lost and turned around where are you........

physical amnesia

raighan — Fri, 18 Nov 2005 01:25:23 GMT

after time happiness covers pain memories break apart and drift away again remembarance will elude this physical prelude as time goes flowing on this thought will soon be gone until another day when the hurt won't go away so just sit and wait bemoaning crappy fate soon the day will come when life is full of fun

waiting

raighan — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 19:01:21 GMT

lonelyness encased in pain waiting for friendship lost and gained a single soul that drifts on thru worlds that stop and wait for you

you damn poetic bitches

raighan — Wed, 09 Nov 2005 05:16:18 GMT

whats with all the wordular inspiration, i thought i had a monopoly on the poetry situation.

flowering poetics

raighan — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 22:31:56 GMT

drifting thoughts inspire creating visions on changing is required of the worlds tired song simple transformations flowing ever on visualize your living supported by this bond

dreaming.....

raighan — Wed, 02 Nov 2005 03:08:21 GMT

Ethereal beauty haunts this world of imaginative delights. Insubstantial ghosts transform, becoming something yet undefined. Flashes of crystaline light flare from hairline cracks that form on a shadowy figure. Spiderwebbing fissures coalesce and shatter, birthing forth an entity of divine light. Shadows withdraw from vibrant energy that surrounds this holy being, leaving behind a tranqual feeling of peace. I created you, yet you in turn have created me You are my dream

after party delirium

raighan — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 16:10:59 GMT

extended into dawn floating serenely from this place i'm mornings tired pawn soon my body will pull me down in sleep thats all my own but for now i sit and think and write this silly poem

shy's fantabulous riddle prize

raighan — Thu, 27 Oct 2005 21:32:48 GMT

exchanging and changing the world lingers on drifting forward, moving back it lingers on and on it lingers on and on today but tomorrow will be gone so enjoy it to the fullest make the most of every day make the most of life your living and dont let it slip away because you know your friends all love you and will be there every day we will help you through your troubles we will help you on your way

riddle me this.....

raighan — Mon, 24 Oct 2005 15:29:57 GMT

what drips but is'nt wet has a heart that does'nt beat never lives but surely die's sometimes roars but never cry's the first person to get it right (not ilian or nick, you've had it before) wins a fabulous poem made up by me. happy riddling.

for my beautifull tribe

raighan — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 19:03:09 GMT

I love you more than I can say whispers of love echo in ears burnning with passion unrequited and soothing my carress is pure, unexpecting and honest, built on positive intention simply there for you and me syncronized movements beautify worlds of imaginative delight taken in and pouring out our bodies add surreal artistry to this life, creating and destroying its all real!!! drifting through creation we come to know it interests devour and rebirth our sentient forms you have my love, endless, ever expanding, infinite......... you make me complete......

where have your travells taken you?

raighan — Mon, 10 Oct 2005 16:27:24 GMT

wither do you roam o'er grass, sun softened loam? to distant shores have you reached sunbathing naked on a beach? travelling near as well as far on lonely highways in your car? mind adrift in dreaming state to wander regal in your place? flowing toward an endless sea which glitters and sparks with destiny? cruising forth, flying on not truly known until your gone? know that now you've no need to chase the love and warmth of your tribes imbrace!

ghost town forrays in a post apocalyptic state

raighan — Thu, 06 Oct 2005 16:56:05 GMT

slo-mutant villagers make skin crawl and bile rise exposed to thought these apathetic creatures inspire fear and loathing imbued with hate and wicked malice they haunt my dreams.... i need my family where is the loving embrace of my tribe?