tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14546922041176781392024-03-13T13:15:46.858-07:00breaking the mechanical mindA one man crusade on the mechanics of life, motorcycles, propulsion, anarchy, rotary engines, clowns, welding, art, painting, collage work, nothing machines, gas, spark, diatribes, road racing, fear, indecision, religion, God, Gods, Jesus, Buddha, movement, duality, and simplicity. propulsionlab.com, and Rodney Aguiar.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-88383167077650702812016-05-06T16:08:00.001-07:002016-05-11T09:59:42.153-07:00Killing our futureI will make a one person stand and hope it spreads. I want there to be a future for our children. I will pay higher prices to keep the money local in return for prosperity for the youth. Spend your money where it counts, spend your money to fertilize the future rather than rape the soil of all its nutrients. Soil that is not nurtured can raise no youth. Plant your seed and raise it. Don't fertilize foreign shores.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-83111124509446262552016-03-01T07:13:00.002-08:002016-03-01T07:13:34.547-08:00threeonetwentysixteenSpecial days make the mind wander. My dreams will never quit and may I never stop chasing them. If I was to take a tally on life I would say that I have almost everything I could ever ask for but the dream continues. Chasing, running, walking, sleeping it all seems the same right now. The bliss creates a monotony of happiness with no danger in sight. I need to install the fear in order to move. One cannot evolve in bliss. I will smash and burn my fingers today just to keep the senses alive. Once I have the fear I will tow along my happiness in its blissful state just so it can enjoy the ride. It's time to get the engine spooled up and the exhaust spitting unburnt fuel in the eyes of Corporate America. Hold on it is now time to depart the station. Love is such a crazy beast, I will never let it go.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-67027263520962914632014-02-13T03:36:00.002-08:002014-02-13T03:40:29.201-08:003:36 in the morning and someone is knocking123 go. The world is opening and a void is being created. Blackness lies inside waiting to be filled with colors of youth. I see it and have a ticket to take the ride but don’t know if the journey is correct. Place yourself in a casket and hammer in your own nails, does it feel good, are you comfortable, can you breath, do you like the darkness or can you see? Art is waiting, youth is fading, and decisions are being made. Eyes are full, sleep is for dogs and those able to shut it off and time is passing but is happiness coming. I’m going to swim and cut my toes to attract the sharks just to see if I want to live again. I don’t know if I can walk the blurry line created by corporations. 44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-44316099557906197872012-11-06T20:18:00.000-08:002012-11-06T20:18:09.927-08:00What is this all coming to? The fleecing of a once prideful nation taken down by the slippery slope of ignorance. Get your sled because this one is a going to be slick. We must all forget why the foundation was laid and just open your hands and wait for your handout. I will hang my head ashamed for you as you party in the street with your banner of hope. I will find some land away from everyone and live in my fantasy world reminiscing of how it used to be.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-39107814387306962902012-10-31T14:10:00.002-07:002012-10-31T14:10:18.144-07:001 of 3 of 365He would do anything that I want to make the situation right, but his situation has no bearing on my current place in life. I try to smile and say it’s ok but I know I’m as transparent as a display window. Today is a day when my body has no concern for me and is preparing to die. I’m not happy with its decision to shut down so I fight it and drag it along with me on my daily tasks. Unwillingly it comes along burping and shitting itself with no respect for those around. They ask questions, “what’s wrong, why don’t you feel good, are you going to get better” and I stare at them with their stupid questions and try not to speak. Words hurt, thinking hurts, looking hurts, I hurt. In time it will go away and I will be free to roam once again but until then stay away and don’t talk to me. Today I need nothing but silence and time.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-10008133581632055882012-07-14T08:50:00.001-07:002012-07-14T08:50:33.376-07:00revised for artEvery day I come a little bit closer to death. The clock ticks and my body breaks down. It is no longer developing; it is decaying slowly and sending me postcards from the other side. Having fun tossing it around like a ragdoll has done me no favors. A once fresh and arrogant piece of meat is now bruised and battered. Do you like it when you limp, do you like it when your heart skips a beat, and how does it make you feel when you can’t lay in bed because your shoulders pop out of socket? Think of the seconds of the past now calculate the years of the future, was it worth it? Watch what you eat and monitor the air that you breathe this is your destiny. Things of the past that intrigued you by the way it mad you fell are now rotting your flesh and decomposing your mind. Your hands once shaped, cleaned and reassembled things now lay on the stainless steel lifeless clicking and moving while trying to maintain contact with the brain. Eyes are fading and memories become things of the past that you cannot recall. Stop, think, don’t do it, it’s only pain. I still see the light and want to bask in its glory but I must remain on the sideline waiting to die. We all will, but I don’t want to. Fear of dying is now taking up 20% of my daily computing capacity. I now notice that the work I do is 20% slower and less effective than it use to be. Soon my life will be consumed by death and I will cease to be able perform any normal human interaction. Quiet in a corner waiting for the end I will be reborn with no fear, knowing the end means nothing and I really only mattered to a select few. I will be in the valley of death laughing at the existence I once knew. Be kind to those you care for and treat yourself good. Live every minute to the fullest because life isn’t so serious and we truly have no idea what happens when the light turns off.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-55480847742108883302012-04-18T14:18:00.001-07:002012-04-18T19:25:17.266-07:00see sickAs the ship bobs adrift at sea the crew members are tossed side to side creating sickness. They all huddle together for support and speak of stories of a better ship. Some talk of a ship that is large with diesel engines cutting through the surf without even the slightest movement. Others dream of a race boat skipping on the surface at lights speed always nanoseconds away from lift off. Some talk of a small boat with one occupant that rows the boat, steers the boat and captains it. A few of the crew members just want to jump overboard and end the torture. The engine room is always prepping the engines waiting for the spark to ignite the fuel. Life out here is hard on one’s soul. Without a good captain even the best of boats and crews are destine to bob adrift at sea wondering where they are going or if they are going to end up stranded on the reef. Sometimes you just need to jump ship and see how well you swim. I know my great grandfather did it and he lived a good life sipping spirits on the porch while fathering 14 children. I feel the need to swim.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-6962392063022950152011-07-01T11:04:00.000-07:002011-07-01T11:05:48.294-07:00sometimes you need a different perspective on life<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3CzdZiOM7Y/Tg4MN3-3p7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VmmMhMI_ifs/s1600/rja%2Bstand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3CzdZiOM7Y/Tg4MN3-3p7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/VmmMhMI_ifs/s320/rja%2Bstand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624446417137805234" /></a>44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-45690897206760552011-06-22T07:51:00.000-07:002011-06-22T07:52:46.522-07:00you can count on itWe are controlled by numbers. The number of days until our next birthday, the number of days until our next vacation, the number of days until our death, always changing but never changing, these numbers never lie. I wake up and a number is attached to me, 5:14. I step out of bed it is 8 steps to the bathroom. I put .500 of toothpaste on my toothbrush and brush for 1 minute consisting of 227 strokes. Off to the kitchen for 6 cups of coffee. Staring at the clock until 8:00 then it’s time for a 6 minute shower just so I can get in my car and drive 11 miles to work so I can sit there for 8 hours to collect the numbers they give me for being there. When it’s 6 I go home another 11 miles going through 7 stoplights and burning .78 gallons of fuel. Upon arrival at my house I check the mailbox which is 23 paces from the back door to find the 5 bills that wait for their numbers. Once the number is determined for each bill I turn the computer on which takes 58 seconds. Now that I’m in the true home of 0’s and 1’s I apply the numbers I received from work to each bill so that the number end up 0. I trade my life for numbers every day. This may seem monotonous but this is how our world is set up. Numbers traded back and forth to get what we need. I know people who save their numbers and are afraid to use them. All their numbers do is sit in a computer and get tallied by 1’s and 0’s, the only numbers that seem to count these days. I will take the next 11 minutes and try to be number free, knowing it is impossible as the seconds fade away. We live in a society where humans are second to numbers, please stand up to be counted as one of the numbers that doesn’t abide.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-57142805859684476812011-06-18T08:50:00.000-07:002011-06-18T08:52:36.724-07:00virtual babiesI see the future and don’t understand it. Less action more fluff cannot make for a better life. You sit and watch the screen laughing at visions made to entertain children. A life learned through screens cannot produce sustainable fruit. Stare at it and you still will not get any wiser. You may learn facts from other screen children but nothing that will help you when the power fails. Take a stand use your hands and engage your brain. Life isn’t virtual, people can’t be deleted with a click, open your eyes and let the sunlight in. The world has so much to offer and your screen can only produce a 30 inch view. In the cracks of society is where you need to look. Look for the hands that aren’t perfect, look for dirty fingernails, look to the past and with that you will find knowledge. A world lived in a box is scary. Turn it off today and start living. It may hurt in the beginning but in time the sunlight will start to nourish your soul and you will no longer crave the virtual back rubs of friending someone. Today could be the first day of your life if you just turn the power off.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-30331656781372084202011-04-11T08:10:00.000-07:002011-04-11T08:14:41.834-07:00sleeping strengthKnot knowing. Cinched, tied. Strength through relationships. I feel good. I know my knot will hold if I fall.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-18453467006457296342011-03-29T21:45:00.000-07:002011-03-29T21:48:30.234-07:00Good Deed of the Day<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwP5hWvq2MF4OnEUVw99VeRzhe-6SuCeTq6ISMhSZeElg8L7hwzn3rlFyMC_yHhWCE94NjMKu5AANWew39kxQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-78729673499054323642011-02-25T17:47:00.001-08:002011-02-26T08:38:59.451-08:00softFlags whipping in the wind, cars passing in the street and here I sit safely behind glass. The air is warm and lights are humming in my head. I feel safe. I feel complacent. I feel soft. I feel my body decaying. Brain stumbling, heart clogging, eyes failing, muscles withering, work makes ones soul shallow. When I try to set sail I always end up ship wrecked on the corporate rocks. Stranded at my desk eyes failing, grinding, withering, clothes beginning to lose their fit. So small inside a large shell the walls echo as minutes tick into hours that pass into days and then to years. Life is fading. I will now place cigarettes in my socks in hopes of absorbing caffeine into my soul. Please wave when you pass me. I will sit idle in a world sick with greed dreaming of the sugars of the night.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-41229834830696264912010-10-15T16:49:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:55:21.464-07:00lupeWe are good people that hold no prejudices but you are not welcome in our home. I don't know you or care to know you. I will never let you rest if you take root in this home. The thought of you makes my heart hurt. Please pass by this home.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-48252160444452993122010-09-23T07:40:00.000-07:002010-09-23T07:49:26.055-07:007am and no one is thereWrapped in bureaucracy, arms tied by ignorance. I was told maybe we need to educate ourselves on the matter. If it is your job and you can't see 2 feet in the front and a foot to the side, fuck you. You must be a city or state employee. Wind up the ball with your lack of knowledge and need for power, make it last ten times as long as it would if you had a clue. You need to be spoon feed and stroked as you eat, you think you are getting fat by taking my time. I see you withering in your quagmire of wasted time. Your enjoyment comes at other peoples expense. You are a burden on society. We need to cut the dead weight.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-89630475192296075482010-09-21T16:28:00.000-07:002010-09-21T16:37:28.764-07:00things found on my desk<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1608oXb_Td8/TJlBMQvxEUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uBmp2YtbSoM/s1600/123.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1608oXb_Td8/TJlBMQvxEUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uBmp2YtbSoM/s320/123.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519514497228804418" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1608oXb_Td8/TJlAwbxtQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4P0k9E0cFJs/s1600/111.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1608oXb_Td8/TJlAwbxtQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4P0k9E0cFJs/s320/111.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519514019153395746" /></a>44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-9595799171579399842010-09-19T08:20:00.000-07:002010-09-19T08:48:36.787-07:00returning to the shores that made youSitting, watching and waiting for it to go by, life gets complicated. It is hard to notice it day to day but it does. Under your feet the ground moves and erodes causing you to shift your weight ever so slightly. Your body does it automatically so you notice nothing. Two days, nothing, two years, you don't see your toes, ten years, your knees are buried and you begin to start pulling. Strain as you might but your legs are stuck. Well it could be worse, you have a nice view. You look around and you are surrounded by things you like, things you've acquired and a few things that you never wanted but came with the passage of time. Well it is ok you can still sit down and bend your waist, arms, back and head. You smile and hold on to the things you love and time continues on. Every once and a wile you pull and dream of movement but you know it is useless. Your place is set and you must be complacent with where you are. It was you who placed your feet in the sand and decided to stand still and watch. You begin to notice you can no longer bend you waist and it is beginning to become hard to breath, life has continued on as you remained motionless, only moving your eyes and hands. Well you did make a difference, your hands produced beauty and you effected those around you. Piled up high as if stacked by professionals you can no longer see beyond the walls you created. Inside a prison of worldly goods you can't see the sun and your body can't move. You wonder what it would have been like if you remained in motion and never stopped to examine the mundane existence they call life. Well you will never know, life washed over you just as it has for centuries prior, not knowing or caring who or what it buried. It is better to move than to be complacent, but be prepared you will stop and you will get buried, crying that you never saw it coming.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-73283060061782523712010-09-17T07:54:00.000-07:002010-09-17T15:53:34.473-07:00waiting for a slipGoing through life wondering what is going on. Everyday things change but nothing truly does. The good honest people remain honest while the scumbags walk all over them. Like a rock or a steel tower they use us to climb to the top. I can hardly blame them if I was a climber I would want something sturdy to climb on, but it makes me sick to see these people reap the rewards of their dishonest ways. Fuck it I will not waiver, I will stay strong while the scum climbs, hoping that on day they will loose their footing and come crashing down while I stand tall and smile knowing I never wavered in the presence of money. Hold your ground become a rock this country is in need of a better foundation.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-63632737086668917142010-07-08T09:01:00.000-07:002010-07-08T09:02:04.585-07:00effortless with a prizeI can despise the colors you wear. In round rooms all eyes are on you. In a hall people pass on the right. I see your skin. The place where you bought it is of no interest to me. I don’t need your skin. A passion for yellow in spring and olive in the fall can only lead to pictures painted in ashes. Nine out of ten times a cup is your companion. Fill it up to the top and it will never be full. Place a lid on it and forget the contents, just hold the cup. The benches are empty here and the carpenters aren’t hammer in nails, no work is being done. What will they do? People in need of a redo can’t get it due to a lack of effort from the team. A few of them hang and pose as if going real fast, but I can see their skin. Under it all they are lubed ready for the fight, but their fight will be short and eventless. A plaque, a trophy, a ribbon, all things that lose their luster with the passage of time. If I could I would buy you knife and show you what’s real. Later they will come and wonder what’s for lunch and who’s going to pay. The facts are the facts and I truly need no skin.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-35376968310600104442010-06-16T08:23:00.000-07:002010-06-16T08:26:02.582-07:00pocketsWear your costume. You will surely fit in. Why with all the people doing it they will never know you are a fake. Dress it up, dumb it up, copy the past now you look right. Walk around with your dirty cloths and your slicked hair, you are in. Now pick yourself up a motorcycle and start collecting junk from the past, things that sucked back then, suck now, Oh wait not in your crowd. Trying so hard to copy the past creates inferior product. Now you find yourself sitting on the side of the road looking cool but going nowhere. Is it worth it? Sorry for the confusion from the outside, I use a different formula to make me feel real. Mix the essence of the past with the knowledge of the present to create the future. Don’t hide behind a costume that is said to be cool, dance with what you have and make them wonder. Seeing yourself will create confidence. Don’t worry they will understand in ten to twenty years and by then you will be rowing boats with angelic wings while telling stories to tiny ears in need. Love life and live it, the babies will love you for it.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-85380532617009989062010-05-14T09:04:00.000-07:002010-05-14T09:06:10.791-07:00governmental controlKeep it close taxi driver. I paid the fare now take me to my destination. With two pennies the ride may begin. The engine starts with a flat line beep and we are off. New scenery and old friends makes it enjoyable in the beginning. Change is always traumatic on the heart. I missed you’s make my heart calm and the journey continues. All round edges and velvety smoothness make me feel safe. No worries but fears begin to enter my mind. Where are the good times? Blandness covers the land and people speculate on when it will happen. Waiting can take up most of the day here. Will he, will it, will they, will it happen? In an attempt to keep things positive sightings are spoke of. Once again the cycle starts and hope is created.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-38806662535715566712010-04-28T09:06:00.000-07:002010-04-28T09:09:08.630-07:00a Sympathetic earEveryday going through the motions so I can eat and sleep, doing things unnatural to feel natural, is this existence? Knowing that almost everyone does it doesn’t make it right. I want to buy a horse, I want to live on a ranch, I want to live. I want to be in touch with nature, to hear the gods bellow through the trees. In the morning the sun will rise and I will be there to greet it. We will acknowledge each others presence with a smile and a warm hello. I will pet my dog and take him to the hill to track his ancient ancestors and secure his domain. My horse will be waiting and we will go up into the mountains to listen to the earth speak its beauty through running streams, falling rock, animal deaths and births, and its silence. I will know where I belong and where I came from. My heart will be calm and I will be at peace, not fearing death. My horse will take me home and I will tell it of the loves and losses of my life and it will be comforted knowing my secrets.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-82156030978834410112010-04-25T08:28:00.000-07:002010-04-25T08:29:11.053-07:00pretty horses<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSAFETO%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSAFETO%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSAFETO%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> 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44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-89826026562829858692010-04-16T08:20:00.000-07:002010-04-16T08:21:53.340-07:00conversation party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1608oXb_Td8/S8iAaMw6JdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PJSbSDjg-cc/s1600/SANCTUARY+1fl.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1608oXb_Td8/S8iAaMw6JdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PJSbSDjg-cc/s320/SANCTUARY+1fl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460755735778043346" border="0" /></a>44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454692204117678139.post-12596896379922795642010-03-26T09:32:00.000-07:002010-03-26T09:33:20.139-07:00under itFlags were created to show ownership, express pride and to admit defeat. I don’t want to carry or wave any flags. I will be a solitary man leaving a trail of flags in my wake. You will be able to find me by following the trail of forgotten associations and lively creatures. Through life I want to float inches from the earth not feeling the ripples created by others, in exchange I will create small waves for them to play in. Thoughts will power you through life; you can ride them to foreign places your mind never knew to exist. Go inside, take the ride and enjoy the journey. If I cross your wave I will ride it and thank you for what you have to offer. Put down your flags and open your eyes what you see might actually inspire you. Ownership is for governments not people.44ponderosa88http://www.blogger.com/profile/13178110960230224211noreply@blogger.com1