Sometimes the hardest thing is to do whats right when longing is so woven into the veins ( careful of wants and needs they are two totally different things). Every pump of blood screaming the want thats seems so perfect so right.

Ancient eyes burning me at the stake. Heart cooks, breath thieves.  There all around so surrender already.

Inside the mind, stories of how to turn it around and perfect words with validity roll like crashing waves then quickly become rip tides pulling out further and further, whirlpools of  self doubt. Doesn’t matter how many times it never gets easier always forgetting floaty’s.

Feeling of age  keeps sneaking in, another silent thief to deal with, another night another day, keeping busy,  stay awake so to go to sleep easier.

April showers bring May flowers. Hearts spring cleaning sucks a fat one as usual. Ready for those flowers, the wild ones please.

Roller coaster surf board is what i ride  on the waves sponsored by team hear i go again.

Merrily row your bout gently down the stream, life is but a dream are perfect words to live by.

Happy for tomorrow because this to shall pass . Remember the good and the bad are always in this category and somedays you just gotta feel that heart shallow, breathless, hundreds of pounds that pump longing into every vein saving sanity for tomorrows heat wave.  And thats totally ok.

In the dream the beats are good the ladies are sexy and  the base is deep but my feet feel like they weigh a hundred pounds and when i wake up its like the feeling you get from splittin up with your old lady that you have a child with. I roll outa bed realize my little gut is getting bigger my back begins to crack and my stretch don’t quite touch the floor. Then its like fuck i need to do yoga and jog get a gym membership but then reality hits and its 9 o’clock at night and I’m finishing my third tattoo.I still gotta draw till 2 am or 3 and make sure my clients drawings are done for the next day . Friday hits and its time to pick up the lil boo from school and get in as much time with him in the 2 and half measly days his mom and court gave me to get a chance to raise him.

Time slips by quick and I love tattooing but dancing is something different, a different kind of love. Its like how do i express the circle were the only physical limit is you, your confidence, your expression, your stamina, your rhythm, your soulfulness.

Theres nothing but you in that moment of the hollers and shouts and claps. Theres only you absolutely caught in the rhythm of a perfect 4/4 heart beat, sweat seeping out of every single pore in the body cleansing you detoxifying you, connecting you to the Goddess, to Creator, absolute divine.

Housing can never be truly taught it can only be felt.

Sure you can be shown a few moves a few steps like the dj can be shown how to beat match but not every one will truly devote themselves to it, find the soul in it, the funk in it, the rhythm in it, and get lost in it to the point that you aren’t even in control of the next drop, or next sweep, next freeze.

The divine moment pure presence is in control. Like a trance or a hypnoses. It slows down the like the matrix then throwing you back into the vortex of hoots and hollers and your boy or girl patting you on the back saying “that was fresh” then witnessing his moment or her moment to get lost and jump deep into the divine inspired by you, being inspired by them, being inspired by you ,being inspired by them, by the beat by the sexy face that appeared to see whats going on in this circle of yells and claps, by the dj who knows their  vinyl, their music, their life force .

Fuck there is nothing like proper house music. I mean proper underground house not some commercial dot com. bull shit. I mean church for the  the steppers, stompers, the top rockers n poppers and breakers. The true b boys and b girls. For the outcasts to meet up with God and the divine with in.

Not every body gets it, and i love that because its not for every body. Its for the real heads who know dance and the trance it brings with it. It was never meant for the commercial or the drugs. Its meant for ritual healing, ritual being and connection to the present moment.

House is something for the body mind and soul. House music, Tattooing, Surfing, Skateboarding, and my son Satya are the material things that were manifested by the divine that saved my life time and time again. Gave me purpose. Yes I TATTOO, yes IM A GOOD FATHER, and yes I HOUSE. (yes thats me in the 2 pics at 35 still givin it my best shot and gettin lost in the beat.)

For a second i forgot. Number 2? Who wants to be number 2? Its like what you say when your doing more than takin a piss. Cabin in the woods? Burn it down house full of clowns imagination-less. Cheech and Chong was so fuckin yesterday.  Next time always bring some scuba gear so you don’t drown. My ocean is deep. Its blue and green full of exquisite dreams with hints of pink a couple of sharks but mostly blue whales and dolphins. Reflections to clear for the ordinary to witness. To bad so sad. I will not lose my self worth. I will not dim my light or fight, rather bob and weave. My knowledge is limited but my experience is vast and wisdom rich rich rich. Tonight and tomorrow and the next day after that, and the next day after that  etc… etc… will be nothing but improvements. Its like this. One thing at a time. Take away then replace with real gold not gold plated copper but genuine gold. I want to sink my teeth into it, my shiny fuckin paladium  teeth along with my pearly whites. Smoke free stainless pearly whites. Knowing my self worth i stop back steppin . Frickin drank messin with my circular flow causing clarity to be whisked away, blood clot stagnation. Time to stretch then reach for another planet with no kryptonite to dull my super man heart. I truly thought for a second that I could be number 2 or even number 1 next to a number 2 but naaaaaaa i like being next to number ones while being reflected as number one as well.