Beyond The Breakers

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The pull of the water shifts the sand beneath my toes, and I sink further with each ebb and flow.
The strong rip makes the feeling of uneasiness grow, and the tremor in my voice, that fear, shows.
Beyond the breakers the open water tempts and taunts, while images of fins start to haunt,
My imagination, shivering free and wild as a child, sees the nightmares swim forward all riled.
I stand my ground against the tide and waking dreams, to prove I can hold in my desire to scream.
I test my bravery verse my imaginations schemes, every ocean visit while the surface gleams.
Beyond the breakers the open water tempts and expands, spinning dizzily away from where I stand,
My imagination, shivering free and furiously fast, sees the briny sea grow fathomlessly vast.
Through the murky depths dark shadows flit, as the chest-high water tests the mettle of my wit.
Through rapid-firing impulses by mind tells me to quit, but I refuse to listen, to give in to it.
Beyond the breakers the open water tempts and shimmers, and I choose to dive into the glimmer,
My imagination, shivering free along with the rest of me, guides me forward peacefully.

Imagine Remix

Raving has a bad rap…  and while a lot of what goes on in the warehouses and clubs is as seedy as the media makes it out to be, there is always an underlying theme, a community, that is so bright and loving that the harsher aspects are negated.

PLUR

Peace. Love.  Unity.  Respect.

Four simple words.  Four complex words.  Four words that I raved by.  Four words that if they could be transported out of the rave scene and brought to the homes of all those people who fear what they don’t understand, shun new forms of music and expression, and have shut their hearts and their minds to the possibilities that there may be better ways to do things, the world would truly be a better place.

It was the summer of 2003.  I was at the Electronic Daisy Carnival at Queen Mary Park in Long Beach, CA, grooving to one of my favorite dj’s.  And he dropped a remix of John Lennon’s “Imagine.”  A song that reflects PLUR better than any other song I know.  It was perfect.

In honor of that moment and those ideals, I have revamped Imagine, hopefully Lennon will forgive me or, at least, understand:

Imagine there’s no clubbing
It’s painful if you try
No decks below us
Above us the lights died
Imagine all the people
Not raving today…

Imagine there’s no records
It is too hard to do
Nothing to hear and dance to
And no remixes too
Imagine all the people
Not raving in peace…

You may say I’m a raver
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no disc jockeys
I assuredly can’t
No time for beats or rhythm
No musichood of man
Imagine all the people
Not raving the world…

You may say I’m a raver
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

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Written as a thank you to Merry for helping me reach this major milestone.   The initial request was: “You can guest post for me anytime. Something say, Beatles perhaps?”

Well, how did I do?

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Are you a faithful kingdomite?  Do you have a request?  Let me know in the comments and I’ll see what I can put together for you.  (And for all those who already have their requests in, don’t worry, I have them all written down and I’m already working on them.  Your posts are coming.)

imagine…

if you can, a world without politics.  It’s easy if you try….

A world where neighbor looked out for neighbor and communities worked together to build and improve.  Why exactly do we need elected officials and a hierarchy of oversight?  So that life can be “fair” across the nation?  Across the world?

Without politics certain aspects of living would be more difficult – building and maintaining roads, schools, peace keeping, etc…  But, if we had only ourselves and our neighbors to rely on to get those tasks accomplished, don’t you think we’d come through and figure out how to work together in the end?

Imagine the sense of accomplishment, and how much more everything would mean to us because we put it together on a daily basis with sweat on our brow and calluses on our hands.

Is it anarchy I’m suggesting?  Perhaps it is….