David Kelsen

Category: Daily Journal

  • AFlutter

    Heart aflutter

    From a dream

    imagine that

    I show up at her door. Unannounced. Trepidation drips wet wads

    Dream rejection’s okay because you wake up, right?

    Three types of dreams; good, bad and huh?

    I show up at her door unannounced, heart pulsing, shoulders twitch.

    Goosebumps, chills, stomach-butterflies – so real (dream real [which can eclipse real-real sometimes])

    I had my phone, eerily inconsequential, yet important (maybe)…

    She smiled at me, she hugged me, she kissed me on  the cheek…

    elated….wait,

    ELATED!!!!!!!!!

    Damn if it wasn’t a “die at any time” moment.

    [personal observation]

    If there’s one thing I know about this woman is that she’s complex.

    STRONG

    One of the most amazing women I’ve ever known.

    Intimately elusive

    Her wisdom is cultured and emanates from a place few will ever understand.

    Few have survived that which she has smote.

    [dream]

    We talk but we’re busy preparing, slip right back to where we’d left off (well maybe not the last week or so)

    The room is growing, people are appearing, friends from high school, all the sudden there’s a bar, it ‘s a hall, it’s not her house at all, we’re busy, more sweet-n-sour, “dude! how are you?”, people keep streaming in, I don’t know them all, she’s busy, I’m busy, she’s so beautiful..

    Where’s my phone?…

    I’m concerned, we look, I ask her to call me

    [dream ends]

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    gentle tap of intimacy,

    full emotion,

    life changed.

     

  • Real Gone Baby

    [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGCipo-Wj3M[/youtube]

  • The Whistleblowers – Snake Lover Man

    So on Friday, November 12th, 2010 we played a stinky little dive called Fitzgerald’s in Huntington Beach.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not disparaging Fitzgerald’s.  At least they have the cajones to feature unknown original bands on weekend nights.  Live bands, Original Music! Holy Crap, Really?

    Hey, I still have kids under 18, so I use terms like “crap” and “cajones” if you don’t like it, blow.

    The camera sucked, the lighting was bad, but neither was as bad as the sound, so here you go:

    [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjxh7Hav414[/youtube]

  • Whoopee!

    She:
    You’re so new at this, you don’t even know what it feels like to be divorced, or single…
    She:
    There’s a difference between being separated and actually being divorced…
    He:
    Whoopee.
  • The Whistleblowers – Blood of the Lamb

    Friday, Nov. 12th, 2010 – Huntington Beach

    The Whistleblowers took the stage on Friday night at Fitzgerald’s in Huntington Beach.  Sharing the bill were “Doggy Style” and “The Outsiders”.  Here is the Whistleblowers version of the Woody Guthrie classic – “Blood of the Lamb”.

    [youtube width=”500″ height=”284″]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gbhXJ1NmSI[/youtube]

  • Wow

    Her Love

    A depth few will recognize, and while they (those lucky enough to be a they) may not recognize or appreciate the depth, appreciation abounds by all fortunate enough to be touched by her smile, her voice, her eyes, her love.

    Because she loves. She loves completely, she loves unconditionally, she loves deeply.

    She Understands

    An intuitive, accurate understanding complete

    A completely unbiased progressive understanding rooted in vast, keen perception borne from victory over tragedy, fucked up parental behavior and life-threatening illness.

    Circumstances, separate or combined that could irrevocably damage and kill, yet she overcame and flourished.

    Words by themselves are flat, two dimensional, black and white…

    Colored with her inflection, tone, nuance, intent and illuminated by her chrysalis eyes, they comfort…heal… inspire…

    That’s what she does.

    When she speaks, you don’t hear her words, you feel her heart.

    She’s Sitting with Me

    OMG

    I must have done something incredibly good and tremendously right

    She reveals multitudinous dimensions of love,

    She shares precious intimacy

    She gushes over me, swallows me and allows me in to her extraordinariness

    ~~

    I thought I knew,

    I didn’t know

    ~~

    Eager to learn

  • The Facilitator

    I may not know what you’re talking about..

    May not recognize the terminology or a specific word (that’s what google is for)..

    But,

    Present me with an issue, a problem, a puzzle, a challenge…

    And I will answer with solutions.

    (as he scrapes melted butter off the front of his shirt)

  • Please Kill Our Soldiers

    Pastor Terry Jones and Al Qaeda – Same Action, Same Result

    Terry JonesBurn All The Books.  Burning books is good.  Books introduce subversive ideology into the minds of our young. Raid the libraries,  set Barnes & Noble ablaze, Nuke the educational institutions (oh yeah, institution – that’s a bad word, right? Cool.)

    According to statements by Florida preacher Terry Jones, God wants our soldiers to die.  God wants Terry and his army of toothless inanity to enrage the muslim world, whilst our armed forces, our sons and daughters are in the crosshairs, brilliant.

    At least Al Qaeda thought it was brilliant, because it proved to galvanize uneducated, disconnected communities against the west, which serves their purposes very well. I mean really, you know how your flock would react if they learned that muslims down  the street were burning bibles, right?

    General David Petraeus publicly stated that it was a BAD idea.  But don’t listen to him Terry, he’s only in charge and actually has responsibility for our sons, our daughters, our mothers and our fathers fighting in that part of the world.  General Petraeus lives and breathes this issue, day in and day out. You, Terry, on the other hand have responsibility for their souls.  Thank God.  Because you’ve traveled extensively over there and are well aware of the situation, right Terry?

    So for God’s sake, don’t listen to Petraeus.  You have God on your side.

    Were Jesus alive, he’d be standing right next to you, holding his Bic Lighter ready to torch the next copy, because that was his way, right?

    I distinctly remember reading the “Search & Destroy” scripture, the “We’ll all live, after we kill you” scripture, the “Slash each cheek with a bowie knife” scripture.  Sure, those were my favorites.

    Hey, Terry…

    Please don’t consider that your country was actually founded on the freedom of religion, naw, that just weakens your argument.  Besides, your parishioners don’t read that shit anyway (and they’re not the sharpest tools in the shed, but you already knew that, huh Terry).  The constitution was written by a bunch of mutinous malcontents.  Imagine, being forced to follow one particular god, one religion…

    Thank god you’re not bound by such incredulous notions, right Terry?

    Some pinko hippie might suggest that by reading the satan-saturated text, one could learn about a culture that constitutes a large percentage of the world’s population, and use it to one’s advantage, but such aspirations are obviously misguided and obtuse.  (do you need a minute to google “obtuse” Terry?)

    Because someone of your obvious mental superiority and worldly wisdom would surely recognize the far-reaching repercussions of their actions, right?

    Obviously God has a greater plan.  You’ve spoken to him, right?  God is aware that the seemingly innocuous action of setting fire to the tantamount symbol of an immense portion of the world populations belief system won’t negatively affect my cousin in Afghanistan, right.  I can count on you Terry, right?

    Should my cousin direct their amen to God, or you Terry?

  • Certainly Uncertain

    You know when butter is burnt

    Black and rancid

    Or when the dog doesn’t like you,

    Fangs poised, growling, bloodshot eye whites, tiny pupils fixated on your slightest tremble.

    Hate and disrespect are easy.

    Love is Hard.

    She knew I was calling, why didn’t she answer, why doesn’t she call back, she says she loves me…