bradley micheal albus

describing, you know, this feeling (by bradley micheal albus)

bradleyalbus — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 01:57:50 GMT

--------------------------- Describing, you know, this feeling --------Tuesday, July 31rst, 2007 6:00p.m @ Lincoln & Peoria St. in Parker, CO Caribou Coffee "Cool air - wet skin. Fresh pepper - your nose before a sneeze." --Tim Seibles Sometimes I sit and imagine what it would be like if I were a tree, and waking up at dawn every morning with a bee buzzing around my sex, soft flowers still wet from the night and her dew. Then the sun starts to shine. Oh, man - or maybe a butterfly. Either way I think it would tickle. Either way give thanks, rise up greet bless this new day. I mean, we've got to keep going, right? If there's only the here and now, then what are all these memories? Today I'm riding the train back to Boulder, Colorado looking out and over my shoulder the mountains rolling over & over and from here you can see the Rocky Mountains on the horizon, and they look like mountains on the horizon, but they roll, an endless rolling . . . So we're born with this body, a mostly bald body and oddly given maybe eighty years out of nothing, and now we live, now nothing. It's just, I always imagined things differently. (not that it's not) and I keep trying to explain. It's easy enough to imagine myself as a newborn calve, kicking my way out of mother's womb, and then maybe that cow (my mother) licking the afterbirth compulsively, instinctually licking the afterbirth and then maybe I can remember that first half stretch, that first calf stretch - that's all really. It's still somehow a body. back to the body, always back to the body, never too far from the body, even out of body, the body still there. Even if I were a tree, it would still be a body and I'd somehow be dancing, or in the wind, gently rocking I think I've figured it out. In the suburbs, lots of sex - we close our faux venetian blinds, go down on one another. We fall asleep naked against the faux propane fireplace, wake up later to read an article on offshore finance, then doze back off - tax free. There's a price some pay for a chance to stand on top of the world, and the odds are against you, odds are and as for the dead or dying, you leave them. ------------ bradley micheal albus

Up, Up & the Hair

bradleyalbus — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 17:28:40 GMT

Up, up & the hair, the air up there. We're up, up so upful soft, aloft in these trees dangling there - angling this way now here now there. The breeze you can seem to feel it (and all the swaying). This tree-top canopy buzz, a bee-bop stammering, "This Christmas, my isthmus - my wish was this itch was, which was . . ." Tongue-tied, and dangling. Hung, wide and wrangling. Pineing on eaves, leaves drip dropping, mopping the sunlight, the one light - up, up & the hair. This tree-top canopy horizon. Angiosperms poking me in the eye. (art by David Bromley, found here : http://www.timolsengallery.com/current_exhibition/html/exhibitiondetail.asp?id=51 )

Caught Myself Blurbing Suburban Words in this Urban Whirlwind which Hurls Whirling Dervishes in

bradleyalbus — Thu, 28 Dec 2006 18:02:36 GMT

-- "Ginsberg says Gog & Magog, Gog & Magog" I've moved out from under my rock, quite literally, and now am living in suburbia. Hmmm. It affords quite a different view. There is something about this place, and I wish I could pin the tail on the money, but it's just . . . The local hardware stores are Ace & Home Depot. The local markets are Target and SuperTarget. It's very convenient. If Target doesn't have what you're looking for, you can always drive across the street to the SuperTarget (tm). I've been living here for three or four months and it's been rumoured that there are actually other "people" who live in the houses next door, though I haven't actually seen any of them. I do see plenty of cars drive by though. I've seen a few pieces of surburban installation art, but now it's great actually living in one. It feels like I'm inside of a pop artist's vision, like when I hit the remote to open my garage I'm apart of something bigger. I think I would cry if everyone started coming home everyday at 5 and house after house down the block the garages started to open in perfect unison, each driver waving on the next, dinner ready & on the table of the hard working bread winner. It would just be friggin' beautiful. Ahhh! ! ! Harmony & blessings The artist is for the picture for this blog Ally Thompson. Find it on this website: http://www.agkc.co.uk/art/Ally/ally3.htm

Network_b

bradleyalbus — Sun, 24 Sep 2006 05:14:02 GMT

( Specializing in Octogonal Poetoxocology ) (303)605.8950 bradley.micheal.albus@gmail.com http://www.geocities.com/bradleyalbus

Spring

bradleyalbus — Sun, 09 Apr 2006 22:02:41 GMT

As the tree buds bud the sun comes higher now, just a little bit higher now - and it's shining. There are two Tulips blooming soon come in the neighbors yard. Yesterday I saw two chipmunks making love. Today? There's a reason for everything. Waking up early in the morning, and booming to life. Giving thanks and praises in the mid-day too, and in the evening time. Maybe a glass of water if there's ice-cubes on the lawn even better. Maybe a bite of something crunchy. Running around the block with a big grin on your face. All you need now is a biscuit. Harmony & blessings. Love & light, and a biscuit. photo "spring" Mikhail Fedorovich Larionov

All of a Sudden, it Seemed that Way

bradleyalbus — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 23:02:48 GMT

Gaia, Maya, Sister Mother May, this open stage - a grand theatrical play. All I've got to say, "Give thanks, rise up, greet. Bless this new day."

"a different perspective"

bradleyalbus — Sat, 21 Jan 2006 08:07:48 GMT

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4 1.Get enough food to eat, and eat it. 2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there. 3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4. from the Pill vs. The Springhill Mine Disaster by Richard Brautigan ---art by http://www.formandcontent.biz/SandySampler/source/a_different_perspective.htm

Art & Goddess: another b cool Blog

bradleyalbus — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 01:35:10 GMT

Give thanks and praises in the morning time, and in the mid-day too. Boom to life, in positivity with an up-ful, open spirit. Blessings manifest in all shapes, styles, and sizes. If I had wings, baby dove, I could love you mid-air. If I could dance like that. I had this wish see, your lips my dish we - which way did it go? Cause you've got DSL baby, and the only thing faster is a T1 (but we can't be one like that, maybe love (in public places). May you be inspired to create the art that leads you to your true self. In the words of Thich Nat Han, "Listen to the sound of the bell . . ."

Feeling the snow-bow, so slow (Oh!)

bradleyalbus — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 07:15:35 GMT

If your chocolate were to kiss my chocolate, then oh how soft the mixing done! Harmony & blessings on the Up-Dub, and into the new year. Pablo Neruda said, "I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees." I haven't said anything yet. Sometimes I feel that way. Just how I feel like - now I know. Waking up from a nap, covered in snow. Either which way we go, just know. Your river, lake, ocean, your flow. Gently rocking, now to, now fro. (Just don't get crazy on me though.) I know we been through this before. We seem to been through this before. A blissful feeling, earlier in the morning. How soft your windows slowly open, this time like honey drip, drip, drips your ocean. So drip, baby. Drip - as you are now.

Love & Light Infiltration System

bradleyalbus — Tue, 01 Nov 2005 16:44:25 GMT

New! After years of meticulously cumbersome cumberbuns perplexingly reflexing our thoughts, first my thoughts then your thoughts (and back again) we've done it. Eureeka! Order your love and light infiltration system today. More powerful than reverse osmosis. More efficient than chanting Hare Krishna to your ice-cubes. Feel these moonbeams creeping in, steeping in and (though most sodas post aromas) this tea bag's steaming been done through that, ride this victory train, your tongue - my rung, ring. Swing, batter batter, swing. Better than ever. You can almost seem to see it, me it. We it. You be five, four, three it seems these daydream footprints, years since it's felt this way. Ya dig? (Deluxe includes modular astrological star chart, your choice - kinky black vinyl, white rabbit, or fresh flax linen) Not only is it didactic, it's multi-syllabic! Woo-whoo. Feel the love & light infiltration your mind beams. This time your magic.

Autumn is Now

bradleyalbus — Fri, 30 Sep 2005 23:19:49 GMT

The river is trickle-trickling and the wind tickle-tickling and the end sickle-cycling back. Soon come the frozen drizzle and icicles driple-dripling and the foggy dew filled breath trippling. Snow on the beard, and all of the holy places. Shivering to life, Oooh! Ram Ram, and waking up from a nap covered in snow. Maybe that sun will come out again. A patch of clear, blue sky - but then...dark clouds roll through and the sky gets dim. Damp and the dark, it's got me wonderin....maybe that sun will come out again. Boom to life, and the upfullness there. Harmony & blessings throughout the day, and a cup of steamy earth consciousness in a cup you like to hold. Quickly, you must decide! It is either these lustful eyes, or turn our backs and get wet.

I'll be your light if you'll give me shade

bradleyalbus — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 20:09:14 GMT

Harmony & blessings. Love & light, and blissfull thinking. Rise up with the morning son, and boom to life! Give thanks and praise in the morning. Noticing the health and wealth of loving-kindness in the eyes of strangers and wanting to get to know the divine in all her forms. May life be as mystical and magical as the mysterious mythos of legend and dreams. And remembrance, manifest in all forms and directions. Be conscious! In livity & upfullness, for sure!!!

may the peace of the heavenly father and the earthly mother be with you

bradleyalbus — Sat, 03 Sep 2005 17:30:23 GMT

Give thanks and praises in them morning, and in the mid-day too.... Give thanks and praises in the morning, and in the evening time. harmony & blessings, bradley in boulder

STACKS OF MONEY

bradleyalbus — Sun, 28 Aug 2005 02:12:00 GMT

There's HUGE STACKS OF MONEY everywhere, except its always in everybody elses pockets. Damn. I guess it's a good thing I haven't spent a dollar in the last two and a half weeks. give thanks and praises in the morning time, and in the mid-day too... b cool

Urban MonkWare

bradleyalbus — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 15:35:12 GMT

Check out the latest in fly fashion to flair in fall this year. This ain't no flim-flam, this is Homeless Executive / Urban MonkWare (tm). Coming soon to a homebum near you. Dumpster Divas beware. Tathagata Om, Paragate Sakyamuni / Dharma Bum, Thus Come One, Come Sidhartha to me. Ya dig? http://www.geocities.com/homelessurbanmonk/

to be or not to be (a student)

bradleyalbus — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 23:54:33 GMT

Applied to Naropa University and waiting for response. Was a little late so may have to wait until springtime. Writing & literature looks like a great program there. Last week went to an awesome poetry reading with performances by people in something called the living theatre of New York. Really wonderful readings and performances. http://www.naropa.edu

Moving...

bradleyalbus — Mon, 01 Aug 2005 18:26:13 GMT

Second bush on the right. harmony & blessings, bradley in boulder

Carbondale, Colorado

bradleyalbus — Tue, 26 Jul 2005 19:38:33 GMT

http://www.solarenergy.org/ My friend received a scholarship for credits at Solar Energy International in Carbondale, Colorado. I was able to visit and sit in on a class, and read through this manual at the coffeshop. So far he's taken natural building materials, photovoltaics, and next is advanced photovoltaics. They've also got a biodiesel school bus they're converting into veggie oil - and he welds, too. Very exciting to witness these ongoing projects. Sampling the organic varieties of the dagga, ganja weed isn't so bad, either. My favorite has still got to be "the cough." It's hilarious, I mean, it's in the name. Harmony & blessings, bradley back in boulder (after bicycling over the continental divide)

Boulder Free Community Space

bradleyalbus — Mon, 18 Jul 2005 04:41:16 GMT

http://beautifulboulder.org

Riding my bicycle Over this Mountain

bradleyalbus — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 18:37:17 GMT

Preparing to ride up Vail, and then Loveland pass on my bicycle & trailor for the third time. This is how cold it feels in the shade up there on your way down the other side.