Friday, December 12, 2008
This is the final entry into Eyetyed.com
Today I start a new life. No more will I wish for these eyes to be clouded by dreams that are from far off memories. Eye tye dyed no more.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Rideshare
Got a ride with our new banquet guy, reminds me of my Uncle Mike who Shane is named for. (Michael Malachai Brooks)
What a ride, I drove him through bad directions all over town. I talked his ear off and said nothing of significant value to tell him how much I love his company by asking about HIS life. I am so selfish. Only child gone wild. But he was nice, and dropped me off to the tune of no dough. I am humbled every day by God in my life. I am God, I tell myself and then...
What a ride, I drove him through bad directions all over town. I talked his ear off and said nothing of significant value to tell him how much I love his company by asking about HIS life. I am so selfish. Only child gone wild. But he was nice, and dropped me off to the tune of no dough. I am humbled every day by God in my life. I am God, I tell myself and then...
Need to buy JoelBrooks.US
I have t get rid of this eyetyed.com thing. It is from my past, this thing...this name. I will be changing this over to JoelBrooks.US soon. You never know what tomorrow brings.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
What do I want to be when I grow up?
I want to be a writer. I want to sell the script. From there, I don't know. I have many talents, don't we all. Don't get stuck, and use my life experience. How do I use my funding for school? What school and when? Step one. Not done. hmmm.....
Terrible Dreams
Ice creams
Trees stand in the way
Way out far I see the swell
May it be hells bells ringing far
For it may be that I am come too far
I cannot lose what I do not have
I cannot have what I do not lose
Wish I may and wish I might
That I could save her
For tonight
It was the first kiss that gave me away
To a life of longing for a child that may
Have Cats In The Cradle
But perhaps the spoon
Is way out far from heaven
Or just that I swoon
When in the presence of
Another I have in my mind
Good times are in motion
May I be blind
Amen.
Not.
No.
N
.
Trees stand in the way
Way out far I see the swell
May it be hells bells ringing far
For it may be that I am come too far
I cannot lose what I do not have
I cannot have what I do not lose
Wish I may and wish I might
That I could save her
For tonight
It was the first kiss that gave me away
To a life of longing for a child that may
Have Cats In The Cradle
But perhaps the spoon
Is way out far from heaven
Or just that I swoon
When in the presence of
Another I have in my mind
Good times are in motion
May I be blind
Amen.
Not.
No.
N
.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Love and Live Forever and a Day
Together we stand
United We Fall
Together we Stan'
Apart we fell
I am together
In mind, body and well...
Spirit to come
The Spirit
To
United We Fall
Together we Stan'
Apart we fell
I am together
In mind, body and well...
Spirit to come
The Spirit
To
Monday, December 8, 2008
Liquid Pain
Toasted bake heated fur like a rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say "please don't do that"
Control for this smiler can't be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
S'gonna be a awhile
Awhile
3 years in Diego
To get back to here
Now 3 here in Christmas City
To make it all clear
I figure it will take til I'm 40
To make my living by my own hand
Cross country travel
Music and band
Scripts yet to sell
Books on the shelf
Mandalas
And acting in NY and LA
A degree in Culinary
A degree from AI
Websites
Run
Rabbit
Run.
Laugh when they shoot you, say "please don't do that"
Control for this smiler can't be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
S'gonna be a awhile
Awhile
3 years in Diego
To get back to here
Now 3 here in Christmas City
To make it all clear
I figure it will take til I'm 40
To make my living by my own hand
Cross country travel
Music and band
Scripts yet to sell
Books on the shelf
Mandalas
And acting in NY and LA
A degree in Culinary
A degree from AI
Websites
Run
Rabbit
Run.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Operatic Quake
If I should or should not call
Please be beck and fall
Riding glassy eyed and tall
Sippin coffee and squalor
My eyes behold a caller
Who rides on front of the baller
Is it she who is the faller
Or me in my own squallor
Please be beck and fall
Riding glassy eyed and tall
Sippin coffee and squalor
My eyes behold a caller
Who rides on front of the baller
Is it she who is the faller
Or me in my own squallor
And so This is Snowfall (and what have you done?)
Another year over
Not yet
No
Thought it made my chest light
And made my head feel airy
But she didnt notice then
A few weeks ago she noticed
And then it passed
Once I felt love like never before
She was at the cafe
Then I was
Its my Aunt from my favorite blood uncle
She invited me to move in
She patted my butt at work
I had a career going
And a side one also (jerk)
But when the moment came
For me to lean in and simply kiss
When the magnetic forces came
I knew there was nothing amiss
To follow my heart I must
And this time not with cock
And balls of fury and fire
To reach the unstoppable clock
I want for her no more
Or the other for whom I came
And brought into this world a son
Malachai Michael is his name
Old testaments of new Yaweh I pronounce
Missing not my energy tonight at the end
Not for one bit an ounce
The day from 2-10
Was living hell in my head
Voices and frustrations to depend
On the tempest I defend
I wish to be here now
I wish for the past no more
I want for the time to flow on
And love to find my womb
Not yet
No
Thought it made my chest light
And made my head feel airy
But she didnt notice then
A few weeks ago she noticed
And then it passed
Once I felt love like never before
She was at the cafe
Then I was
Its my Aunt from my favorite blood uncle
She invited me to move in
She patted my butt at work
I had a career going
And a side one also (jerk)
But when the moment came
For me to lean in and simply kiss
When the magnetic forces came
I knew there was nothing amiss
To follow my heart I must
And this time not with cock
And balls of fury and fire
To reach the unstoppable clock
I want for her no more
Or the other for whom I came
And brought into this world a son
Malachai Michael is his name
Old testaments of new Yaweh I pronounce
Missing not my energy tonight at the end
Not for one bit an ounce
The day from 2-10
Was living hell in my head
Voices and frustrations to depend
On the tempest I defend
I wish to be here now
I wish for the past no more
I want for the time to flow on
And love to find my womb
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Toast
No caffeine
Cut back on nicotene and smoke
Vitamin A and Omega 3
And antipsychotic to get rid of the hallucinations
an anti-depressant to even my flow when it dips too low after a high
Mania today
Hopefully wont sway
too low
Cut back on nicotene and smoke
Vitamin A and Omega 3
And antipsychotic to get rid of the hallucinations
an anti-depressant to even my flow when it dips too low after a high
Mania today
Hopefully wont sway
too low
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I have an impossible mission
Tomorrow at 5 PM I get help from a doctor
Tomorrow at 5PM I begin
A journey that began too long ago
And was faulted by my own hands controlling my own hand
To fix the first thought
I thought in a while
I still can
I still can
But its fucked up
Fucked up
I am a black swan
I said
But not to be red
The thoughts dyed
Eyetyed
Ink of my own
Love for a brother
Smother smother
For my son
?
Tomorrow at 5PM I begin
A journey that began too long ago
And was faulted by my own hands controlling my own hand
To fix the first thought
I thought in a while
I still can
I still can
But its fucked up
Fucked up
I am a black swan
I said
But not to be red
The thoughts dyed
Eyetyed
Ink of my own
Love for a brother
Smother smother
For my son
?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The truth about my dreams
I found them in light
From my humblest beginning
Fromthe heart that amends
That time with some friends
My book will become
A script for my tongue
And my direction will pursue
Production and cue
The music that ends
For some credit to defend
This time has allowed
But for time I am proud
I am clean of the wreckage
That has plagued in me in past
But not all is forgotten
And maybe too many pat
Phrases of exception
And rape me by rule
Mistakes for intention
A life far too cruel
To forgive something done
In hate for a God
In hate for a Mod
In hate for a clod
I love my lifes flow
My brain being too slow
Or faster than light
On broken wings take flight
Tornadoes I have driven in
And been pushed far too fast
My dreams this time
My time, these dreams
My son knows a lover
Whose drunken misdeeds
Called him Father for all time
Then was left far behind
My amends for to find
Will time mend my mind?
Will time give me time?
With my son, whom I love
With all my dear heart
With his mother so broken
And far from a part
Of goodness intention
I have no doubt
But of history and action
I cannot claim clout
I mix them too much
And lay blame on myself
To hide fear of his surroundings
And the hell he's been dealt
Will I miss her, oh no
But maybe for sex
And her subleties and kindness
From a heart far too fetched
Shes got a wild streak
For drugs what they do
And now Im obsessing
Toodledeedoo
I have these things to find out
This hole in my soul
I miss them far too soon
To walk away full grown
When she leaves her domain
Will he be left behind?
The next of her lovers
Dick swinging in time
With a beer in hand and a fist over mouth
Theyll plot the destruction
Of my love for him
She tells him its gone south
Maybe not in words
But in actions I cannot have
If I lived with them It would come to a bittersweet end
For time I would get with my love my son
But in the end I would get and become all undone
For its poison, sweet poison which I have filled with the air
And in time I know my emotions will repair
For the gift that I smell
On the perfume in the air
Is that I have far too much talent
To ever be in despair
I will write that book
I will make that script fly
I will act my own part
And direct on the sly
Produce from connects
A skill I will learn
From the groups and intentions
My sponsorship will earn
The new dog
her name
is Arabella; my thought
A (sanskrit seed syllable meaning aspiring to do Gods will)
ra (the sun god)
bella (beautiful girl)
This is hope.
From my humblest beginning
Fromthe heart that amends
That time with some friends
My book will become
A script for my tongue
And my direction will pursue
Production and cue
The music that ends
For some credit to defend
This time has allowed
But for time I am proud
I am clean of the wreckage
That has plagued in me in past
But not all is forgotten
And maybe too many pat
Phrases of exception
And rape me by rule
Mistakes for intention
A life far too cruel
To forgive something done
In hate for a God
In hate for a Mod
In hate for a clod
I love my lifes flow
My brain being too slow
Or faster than light
On broken wings take flight
Tornadoes I have driven in
And been pushed far too fast
My dreams this time
My time, these dreams
My son knows a lover
Whose drunken misdeeds
Called him Father for all time
Then was left far behind
My amends for to find
Will time mend my mind?
Will time give me time?
With my son, whom I love
With all my dear heart
With his mother so broken
And far from a part
Of goodness intention
I have no doubt
But of history and action
I cannot claim clout
I mix them too much
And lay blame on myself
To hide fear of his surroundings
And the hell he's been dealt
Will I miss her, oh no
But maybe for sex
And her subleties and kindness
From a heart far too fetched
Shes got a wild streak
For drugs what they do
And now Im obsessing
Toodledeedoo
I have these things to find out
This hole in my soul
I miss them far too soon
To walk away full grown
When she leaves her domain
Will he be left behind?
The next of her lovers
Dick swinging in time
With a beer in hand and a fist over mouth
Theyll plot the destruction
Of my love for him
She tells him its gone south
Maybe not in words
But in actions I cannot have
If I lived with them It would come to a bittersweet end
For time I would get with my love my son
But in the end I would get and become all undone
For its poison, sweet poison which I have filled with the air
And in time I know my emotions will repair
For the gift that I smell
On the perfume in the air
Is that I have far too much talent
To ever be in despair
I will write that book
I will make that script fly
I will act my own part
And direct on the sly
Produce from connects
A skill I will learn
From the groups and intentions
My sponsorship will earn
The new dog
her name
is Arabella; my thought
A (sanskrit seed syllable meaning aspiring to do Gods will)
ra (the sun god)
bella (beautiful girl)
This is hope.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Taking it one day at a time
Making the way of tears
Wars and beers and coke and bathrooms
On the way to the current curriculum
To the dishwash station where I act and fool and fish for schoolies and take tokes of nods
Tormented career taken to NY
AIofP
Maybe the way is torment for me
Maybe the way is torment for he
Maybe the way
Maybe
Weigh
Stay
Pray and be Gay
Told
Me
I
.
Wars and beers and coke and bathrooms
On the way to the current curriculum
To the dishwash station where I act and fool and fish for schoolies and take tokes of nods
Tormented career taken to NY
AIofP
Maybe the way is torment for me
Maybe the way is torment for he
Maybe the way
Maybe
Weigh
Stay
Pray and be Gay
Told
Me
I
.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
What if I was one of them?
What if I was one of them, and I left it behind
With a kiss on the cheek of the last kiss goodbye
What if eye was third intend, and the illusions left behind from one Gods insanity that I could not; have defined
What if time was ever to end in the loop of misery that hells grace finds destined in timeless eternity, what if B.S. smells, and mine stinks too, smelling booze in babys breath full of timeless clues, what if time would never end?
This time it ends
Before the ends
Before the bends
The time it sends
Heaven's friends
With love from inside that I could never cry, to the tears that can't come on the beat of my sink drum
I'll write from inside, but not paperback "tyed" eyesight nor tired tears of joy streaming down my face, I cannot find the way because the way found me
New password
New life
New joy
New pride
Maybe a career, my heart this time
No mob, no drugs, no wreckage, no taste waste and paste for a collage of continuum
Paste on my tongue for unsung snot
Rot and tears that could not come and find their whatnot
Butt pirate vengeance told that misery is too bold to act on fast intent, and be forever spent? Forever spent
Amen
With a kiss on the cheek of the last kiss goodbye
What if eye was third intend, and the illusions left behind from one Gods insanity that I could not; have defined
What if time was ever to end in the loop of misery that hells grace finds destined in timeless eternity, what if B.S. smells, and mine stinks too, smelling booze in babys breath full of timeless clues, what if time would never end?
This time it ends
Before the ends
Before the bends
The time it sends
Heaven's friends
With love from inside that I could never cry, to the tears that can't come on the beat of my sink drum
I'll write from inside, but not paperback "tyed" eyesight nor tired tears of joy streaming down my face, I cannot find the way because the way found me
New password
New life
New joy
New pride
Maybe a career, my heart this time
No mob, no drugs, no wreckage, no taste waste and paste for a collage of continuum
Paste on my tongue for unsung snot
Rot and tears that could not come and find their whatnot
Butt pirate vengeance told that misery is too bold to act on fast intent, and be forever spent? Forever spent
Amen
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Story of my life...
"The Package"
Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what i'm after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Eye on what i'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie and smile to get what's mine
Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie to smile and get what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me
Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, mine [whispered]
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Realized and sent Faust Arp to her...now I am Black Swan (Thom Yorke, you're a genius)
What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price that you've gotta pay
Do yourself a favor and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And it's fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't
You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me
I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up
You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up
Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Free Dead Shows!!! (click on pic)
I just downloaded and am listening to GD 6-27-84 Merriweather Pavilion...great SHOW!!!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I just bought:
TMobile RIM Blackberry 7290 UNLOCKED Cell Phone ATT PDA
Leather Case Holster for Blackberry 7230 7250 7280 7290
and a TWO YEAR WARRANTY!!!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Currently my favorite song in the whole world:
One, two, three, four
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like
Dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel
Not what you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
For no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
I take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel
Not what you ought to, what you ought to
The elephant that's in the room is
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
In duplicate and triplicate and
Plastic bags in duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no
Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough, is enough
I love you but enough is enough
Enough of that stuff
There's no real reason
You've got a head full of feathers
You got melted to butter
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Game Two NLCS: Phillies!!
World Series HERE WE COME BABY!!!! WOO HOOO!!! LETS GO PHILLIES!!! SWEEP!!! SWEEP!!! (2-0) 2 mo' to go!!!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Game One NLCS: Phillies!!
Phillies Fans, game ONE IS OURS!!! Cherish every moment of this season... this is OUR YEAR!!! ALL THE WAY PHILLIES!!! (1-0) Three more to go!!!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
**URGENT! CONGRESSIONAL COPYRIGHT LAW EMERGENCY!**
The House of Representatives is apparently trying to squeak through a majoroverhaul of copyright law right now, limiting the rights of creators of visual art and photography to control their own copyrights and opening up awealth of visual art to infringement by third parties, provided the third party is willing to say they "tried" to find the copyright owner/artist but couldn't. On Friday, the Senate approved a bill without an actual vote (a process called "hotlining"), during the presidential debates and after their offices had closed for the weekend.I've posted a form letter that can be emailed to your Representative to the end of this blog entry. House of Representative emails can be looked up here:
https://forms.house.gov/wyr/welcome.shtml.
The whole cut and paste should only take a minute or two, but just might allow many to keep making a living as an artist .As written, the bill(s) would put on artists backs the entire responsibility of protecting their work from infringement, limit any ability to sue if it was infringed on, and keep artists out of the loop and in the dark once the infringement has taken place.Fun stuff, which pretty much only benefits Google and other corporated giants with an interest in creating copyright free image banks for their own business needs.The emailing has to be done soon; the bill's sponsors are making their best attempt to call a voice vote in midst of the economic stimulus tumult to avoid any serious debate on the subject.There was actually an attempt to get a vote late Thursday night, during the VP debates, when no one was looking.If you could pass this along to any interested parties you know, I'd really appreciate it (even the parties that aren't interested). Here is the form letter, just cut and paste into your e - mail to your Rep at the above web site and fill in their name and yours at the bottom.
Dear ________,
I am writing you today regarding my opposition to H.R. 5889, the Orphan Works Act of 2008. This legislation, if passed as written, will have devastating consequences for millions of copyright holders. On Friday, the Senate passed their version of the Orphan Works bill, and my worst fears will be realized if the House follows suit.I am totally outraged that now˜
*UNDER COVER OF NIGHT
* UNDER COVER OF AN ECONOMIC CRISIS
* UNDER COVER OF ANOTHER TELEVISED DEBATE
when we were led to believe that the bill would not be passed by the110th Congress NOW is when Congress is trying to re-write our copyright laws.I am joining in with of a loosely formed alliance of 75 organizations representingover 500,000 artists, photographers, musicians and writers˜AND WE WANTOUR VOICES HEARD. Please do NOT allow this bill to pass now˜ and do NOT adopt the Senate version of the bill. This radical change to copyrightlaw is not in the best interests of our country ESPECIALLY given the economic crisis we are facing. In the upcoming election this will be a vote-deciding issue for me and many artists in our nation. We need to have avoice in crafting appropriate Orphan Works legislation which will not devastate multiple industries, and despite what you may have been told we have not been given that opportunity. Please help us make that happen˜in the 111th Congress.I look forward to your reply.
Sincerely,
Your name
https://forms.house.gov/wyr/welcome.shtml.
The whole cut and paste should only take a minute or two, but just might allow many to keep making a living as an artist .As written, the bill(s) would put on artists backs the entire responsibility of protecting their work from infringement, limit any ability to sue if it was infringed on, and keep artists out of the loop and in the dark once the infringement has taken place.Fun stuff, which pretty much only benefits Google and other corporated giants with an interest in creating copyright free image banks for their own business needs.The emailing has to be done soon; the bill's sponsors are making their best attempt to call a voice vote in midst of the economic stimulus tumult to avoid any serious debate on the subject.There was actually an attempt to get a vote late Thursday night, during the VP debates, when no one was looking.If you could pass this along to any interested parties you know, I'd really appreciate it (even the parties that aren't interested). Here is the form letter, just cut and paste into your e - mail to your Rep at the above web site and fill in their name and yours at the bottom.
Dear ________,
I am writing you today regarding my opposition to H.R. 5889, the Orphan Works Act of 2008. This legislation, if passed as written, will have devastating consequences for millions of copyright holders. On Friday, the Senate passed their version of the Orphan Works bill, and my worst fears will be realized if the House follows suit.I am totally outraged that now˜
*UNDER COVER OF NIGHT
* UNDER COVER OF AN ECONOMIC CRISIS
* UNDER COVER OF ANOTHER TELEVISED DEBATE
when we were led to believe that the bill would not be passed by the110th Congress NOW is when Congress is trying to re-write our copyright laws.I am joining in with of a loosely formed alliance of 75 organizations representingover 500,000 artists, photographers, musicians and writers˜AND WE WANTOUR VOICES HEARD. Please do NOT allow this bill to pass now˜ and do NOT adopt the Senate version of the bill. This radical change to copyrightlaw is not in the best interests of our country ESPECIALLY given the economic crisis we are facing. In the upcoming election this will be a vote-deciding issue for me and many artists in our nation. We need to have avoice in crafting appropriate Orphan Works legislation which will not devastate multiple industries, and despite what you may have been told we have not been given that opportunity. Please help us make that happen˜in the 111th Congress.I look forward to your reply.
Sincerely,
Your name
Back to school, back to school to prove to Dad that "I'm not a fool"
In fear of letting any more of life pass me by I have begun my long journey through college. October 20th my first class starts at University of Phoenix Online majoring in web design. L'chaim!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Phish Returns!!
PHISH HAMPTON 2009 from Phish on Vimeo.
Phish returns to the stage for three concerts at the Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia on March 6, 7 and 8, 2009.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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