Last night, or should I say in the early hrs of this morning after I was done blogging and reading part of a Russian play for class I walked out of my studio/ room and into the kitchen.  My little kitty Debussy hopped after me.  I have to go through the kitchen to get to the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth.  Debussy has a water fetish.  He likes to wash his paws in his water dish and in the toilet bawl.  When it start to rain he loves to run outside, ghilopging about.  So when I walked into the kitchen and noticed that the water bowl was really dirty, I thought it was Debussy's fault.  I picked it up, and filled another bowl with clean water.  Wiped up the water that was on the floor and was about to walk over to the bathroom when...

I saw the cutest Raccoon looking back at me from the dark living room.  I back up, didn't want Debussy to grow balls all of the sudden and think he could take the raccoon.  I ushered him into me room walked back into the kitchen and the Raccoon was now attending Billy's food and water dish.  He was so so cute.  I wasn't sure if he had rabies or what to do exactly.  I have city smarts not back woods smarts.  He wasn't scared of me, he just looked and kept on eating.  So I called my Room-mate on the phone, woke her up so that she could see the raccoon and maybe hum tell me how to get him out of the house.  Not that I mind him moving in but I was a little worried about the cats.

She came downstairs, looking wide awake, a pair of jeans on a a broom.  he raccoon didn't really like the looks of the broom so he left without a fuss.  I went outside after him and gave him some more cat food.  Aw he was just so cute wish I had batters in my camera.

cheers,

Ronnie

I have been looking at the computer screen for too long.  i really dislike taking classes on line.  I don't feel like I am really there, you know?  Any how I haven't been so good about blogging.  I should know better by now, haven't really been able to keep a journal either, but its all good. 

Updates

Went to Puerto Rico last month or maybe it was the month before that.  It was beautiful there.  I felt like I was back in Southern Italy, the only place were I have lived long enough to call home.  Well, there is DC but that's different.

I also went to Northern CA. My great aunt passed away.  I never got to know her but she sounded like she was a kindred spirit to me.  The black sheep in the family kind of deal.  My bro. thinks its him but well that's another story.  It's kind of funny how it takes a death in my family to bring some of us together.

Every time I go to CA I think that I want to move there.  But it costs too much and the traffic sucks.  Other then that its nice, beautiful golden rolling hills, great wine and the homeless even want to share their smokes with you.  At least with me, not sure about you but I don't see why not.

I am back in RI now- there you got me now you know where I am at.  But I am not sure what I am doing hear.  DC is calling me, not the hole city but some close friends of mine that don't know why I am up here either.

I don't want to live my life wondering if its right- me I guess.

I am thinking about joining the military.

Looks like I got to close doors again.

And I really need a job.  Anyone know what I can do with a BA in English lit?  I don't have teaching certs, and I don't want to be asking if someone wants fries with his happy meal.

cheers,

ROnnie

So I didn't go to the poetry night.  Wanted to, but I was carried away with fixing up some of my old paintings.  A touch up here and there that ends up to be a whole days affair.   Packed up a two more boxes of my art books.  Never imagined that I had so many great books.  Now that they are sitting in boxes I want to go through them but then well I would have to re- pack so its  just going to have to wait till I move to where ever it is that I am moving to.
Had to take one of the kitties to the vet today.  He was not very pleased.  Now he has a chip in him so he will never really be lost.  It was weird though cause when we got home I thought that he wouldn't want to speak to me but he was being super cuddly.  I think talking baby talk to him makes his little kitty witty heart melt
Ok enough of random rambles.
cheers and all that jazzzzz

On Wednesday next there will be an open mic. night at Empire (a tea/coffee shop) here in Newport.  It has been awhile since I read any of my poetry to a group of people I do not really know.  Kind of want to so I was thinking about reading these poems.  I wrote them a while back, some from my time in DC.  I would like some feed back if possible.  Are any of these poems good enough for others ears?  Anything I should change, and so forth? Thanks for your timeJ

 

Kono yo ni

 

It is like this

Its this way

We breath, we exhale, we exist

 

The stars  up above and the bright moon guide us

or is it just me? And to where

A place where my dreams become reality

or maybe it is your reality that is my dream

my being, a wish to find

a path around a land

 

A desire to leave behind

to be recognized and not judge

 

Its cold outside now

the winds off the sea

is a reminder

or is it?

 

© Feb 2007

 

Man

 

Its break time

Its smoke time

Its laugh time

Its love time

Its time, man

To be man

Show them man

What you are made of man

Be a man, man

The state of man

The blood of man

The being of man

When lone ready man

 

©Feb 2007

 

So here it is…

 

Maybe tonight we can

read poetry together

I’ll open a bottle of red wine

Nothing special

Not the wine tasting kind

We could sit back and sip

Discus, analyze

Make sense of

 

Maybe tonight we can

make poetry together

I’ll unbutton your shirt

slow like

Kiss your shoulders soft like

Tease just a little

 

Maybe tonight we can

change public opinion

end bigotry and social prejudice

combine nations, religions

under the act of love

 

In our idealistic hearts

We can dream

compose a poem

to organize thought from heart

 

Find out in the end

that it was all a joke

that the G_ds were

just playing

And we were their puppets

 

© April 2007

 

I composed a poem

 

It is all so beautiful

A desire to unfold

To create, to understand

Look upon something beautiful

 

We made love, yes

Jumped in

“This is risky behavior”

Echoing in our minds

 

Desire over reason

over logic

And in todays age no les

We doubled, we joined

We melted into

Braced by soft pillows and softer skin

 

“Fuck me”

no…

Make love to you, yes

Sweet, slow

Teach me

 

I need to get out

how do I do this

Right this way ma’am

Take the elevator down

To the grown Floor “G”

G for the spot

The escape

Got to learn it

For legal altered states of Mind

 

© April 2007

 

Politics

 

There are all sorts of politics

You got Government politics

You got office politics

You got family politics

Even got politics amonst friends

So much politics that

By the end of the day its not just

you feet hurting

But you brain

Let these politics get to you

And your soul will be hurting too

 

Politics amongst the homeless too

Negotiations from high to low

Its all about Pan handling

The best spots for

it goes to those that create the politics

 

© March