3 Chapters from Musings of a Natural Philosopher

Here are three more chapters, just for you!

  1. Poets, Artists
  1. William Blake (Posted Mar-16-19) was an English poet, painter, and print-maker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. (Wiki)

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“To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons

Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his Summer song

Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.

The poison of the Snake and Newt

Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy and Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight.

Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night.”

Full quote via Alberto Hofmann

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β€œA truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the lies you can invent.”

– William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

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β€œThe tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”

– William Blake

MUSING: the only way out of today’s continuing ecocide of the Earth and life, is to recognize that we too are but strands of the web of life, an intricate and important part of nature and are needed to wake up from the illusion of separation, before it’s too late and our mother does another reset on our asses… SS

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β€œIf a thing loves, it is infinite.”

– William Blake

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β€œEnlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.”

― William Blake

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Hope you enjoyed today’s exploration of this fascinating writer and poet, going into my Masters Album.

  1. Charles Bukowski (posted: Apr-13-19).

My subject for today’s exploration of this Master!

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Henry Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambiance of his home city of Los Angeles. (Wiki)

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β€œWe’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

― Charles Bukowski


MUSING: this one so resonates with me to my core, the news, the entertainment, the tabloids, the reality shows, the selfies, the egos, the cults, the ultimate dance of despair knowing how trivial and unimportant all these are, when we could be exploring space physically and with our minds, and astral bodies, we could be living to be hundreds of years old, we could be thriving on this planet, not crying, not just existing to pay off fictitious debt on fictitious money that is created out of thin air to keep us in chains…

WHEN WILL WE REALLY REALIZE THIS??? WHEN????? SS.

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β€œThe free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”

― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

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β€œThat’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”

― Charles Bukowski, Women

A personal meme creation from my deleted Facebook page Shift Happens. RIP.

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Charles Bukowski: The Slavery of the 9 to 5:[1]

More about this on my page here:

Pursue your Purpose with Steph[2]

β€œIt was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”

― Charles Bukowski, Factotum


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β€œAn intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way.

An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”

― Charles Bukowski

MUSING: I’m working on balancing the two… SS

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β€œThe problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”

― Charles Bukowski

MUSING: I also feel like I am not made for this world. I dream of a world where community thrives, where Nature has a place, and is allowed to exist in its own right.

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β€œBoring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”

― Charles Bukowski

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β€œWe are

Born like this

Into this

Into these carefully mad wars

Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness

Into bars where people no longer speak to each other

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

Born into this

Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”

MUSING: where doctors peddle Vaccines, and they know not of the ingredients inside

Where the Law is used for the rich, by the rich, to enslave the poor.

Where the Jails are privatized and filled with poor colored people that had only as fault the consumption of a plant villified for expanding your consciousness and helping you relax.

Where we are the product, and we are selling our souls to the highest bidder at all times…

Where we are not allowed to be, just do…

Text Box: MUSING: I FEEL LIKE SHARING THIS ONE AGAIN...

PERSONAL DARK (DANK) POEM FROM A RECENT@ MORNING'S FLOW STATE:

The watchdogs are out
The books are burning
Your mind is roasting
Your insides are slowing
Depop around the corner 
Get your tin foil hat and boil your water
Distilled is better, organic or natural
All labeled by a 3 letter monster
Feeding the beast and bottom feeders 
At the bank across the corner
Go drink and be merry while the world burns
And the powers that be legalize child porn.
Nothing to see folks but the sound of crickets
The American public has been so easily silenced
Good luck France and bees, and honey and trees
Your time is up as we sleep in our virtual dreams...
Stephane St-Pierre

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β€œWithout literature, life is hell.”

― Charles Bukowski

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β€œNothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, Zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”

― Charles Bukowski, Women


MUSING: I find that now, we get our power by the items we can purchase, which become status symbols, and force us to continually keep up with the Jones, this shiny object syndrome is LITERALLY KILLING OUR HOME, OUR MOTHER, OUR GAIA…

WTF are we thinking???

ANSWER: we are not…

We are buying into this sad, death paradigm with our lives, as these are actually not getting better, they are getting worse…

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β€œThe difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don’t have to waste your time voting”

― Bukowski C. … lol

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PONDER ON THIS ONE FOR A FEW MOMENTS…

β€œThere’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower.

What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives; they piss on their lives.

They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton.


They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly.

Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham.

There’s nothing left to die.”

― Charles Bukowski

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Hope you enjoyed this little foray into another great mind from our past that will be forgotten if we don’t take time to honor him as I will be, by adding him to my master’s album!


When posts resonate with you online and you do nothing, you let the post die, make sure you share the love, comment, like, love, hate, but react!!! Or should I say respond…

  1. Bob Marley – Legend (posted Apr-10-19)

My Tribute to this Master!

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Robert Nesta Marley, OM was a Jamaican singer and songwriter. Considered one of the pioneers of reggae, his musical career has been marked by blending elements of reggae, ska, and rocksteady, as well as forging a smooth and distinctive vocal and songwriting style. (Wiki)

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Let’s get together and feel alright!


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β€œWho are you to judge the life I live?

I know I’m not perfect

-and I don’t live to be-

but before you start pointing fingers…

make sure you hands are clean!”

― Bob Marley

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β€œThe greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively”

― Bob Marley

MUSING: If only more of us would actually get this, perhaps we would be able to create Heaven on Earth. SS.

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β€œLife is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality.

Wake Up and Live!”

― Bob Marley

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β€œHerb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.”

― Bob Marley

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β€œJudge not unless you judge yourself”

― Bob Marley


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β€œHerb is the unification of mankind.”

― Bob Marley


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β€œMoney is numbers and numbers never end. If it takes money to be happy, your search for happiness will never end.”

― Bob Marley

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Image may contain: one or more people, text that says 'There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; If you listen carefully now you will hear. BOB MARLEY'β€œEmancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds.

Have no fear for atomic energy ’cause none of them can stop the time.”

― Bob Marley

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β€œThe people who were trying to make this world worse are not taking the day off. Why should I?”

― Bob Marley

MUSING: My feelings exactly. SS

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β€œGet up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don’t give up the fight.”

― Bob Marley, Bob Marley – Legend

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β€œThe day you stop racing; is the day you win the race.”

― Bob Marley


MUSING: You are not a rat, stop racing like one…

And another of my creation with a quote from my buddy Humberto Braga

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I WILL FINISH WITH THIS CLASSIC, TRULY ONE OF MY FAVORITES OF THE LEGEND:


No Woman No Cry

Bob Marley, Bob Marley and the Wailers

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry.

Said – said – said: I remember when we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown,

Oba – obaserving the ‘ypocrites

As they would mingle with the good people we meet.

Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost

Along the way.

In this great future, you can’t forget your past;

So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry.

‘Ere, little darlin’, don’t shed no tears:

No, woman, no cry.

Said – said – said: I remember when-a we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown.

And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.

Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,

Of which I’ll share with you;

My feet is my only carriage,

So I’ve got to push on through.

But while I’m gone, I mean:

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right, now!

Everything’s gonna be all right!


So, woman, no cry;

No – no, woman – woman, no cry.

Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears;

No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown.

And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.

Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,

Of which I’ll share with you;

My feet is my only carriage,

So I’ve got to push on through.

But while I’m gone:

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry.

Woman, little darlin’, say don’t shed no tears;

No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (Little darlin’, don’t shed no tears!

No, woman, no cry.

Little sister, don’t shed no tears!

No, woman, no cry.)[3]

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Going in my masters Album, hope you enjoyed it!

Peace and Love!


[1] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV5ARyuxpow (5 min)

[2] http://www.facebook.com/stephanestpierre4/

[3] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHlSE9j5FGY

  1. William Blake (Posted Mar-16-19) was an English poet, painter, and print-maker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. (Wiki)

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“To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons

Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.

A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State.

A Horse misus’d upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.

The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,

Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his Summer song

Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.

The poison of the Snake and Newt

Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;

Man was made for Joy and Woe;

And when this we rightly know

Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn

Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight.

Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night.”

Full quote via Alberto Hofmann

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β€œA truth that’s told with bad intent

Beats all the lies you can invent.”

– William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

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β€œThe tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”

– William Blake

MUSING: the only way out of today’s continuing ecocide of the Earth and life, is to recognize that we too are but strands of the web of life, an intricate and important part of nature and are needed to wake up from the illusion of separation, before it’s too late and our mother does another reset on our asses… SS

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β€œIf a thing loves, it is infinite.”

– William Blake

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β€œEnlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.”

― William Blake

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Hope you enjoyed today’s exploration of this fascinating writer and poet, going into my Masters Album.

  1. Charles Bukowski (posted: Apr-13-19).

My subject for today’s exploration of this Master!

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Henry Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambiance of his home city of Los Angeles. (Wiki)

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β€œWe’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”

― Charles Bukowski


MUSING: this one so resonates with me to my core, the news, the entertainment, the tabloids, the reality shows, the selfies, the egos, the cults, the ultimate dance of despair knowing how trivial and unimportant all these are, when we could be exploring space physically and with our minds, and astral bodies, we could be living to be hundreds of years old, we could be thriving on this planet, not crying, not just existing to pay off fictitious debt on fictitious money that is created out of thin air to keep us in chains…

WHEN WILL WE REALLY REALIZE THIS??? WHEN????? SS.

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β€œThe free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”

― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

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β€œThat’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”

― Charles Bukowski, Women

A personal meme creation from my deleted Facebook page Shift Happens. RIP.

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Charles Bukowski: The Slavery of the 9 to 5:[1]

More about this on my page here:

Pursue your Purpose with Steph[2]

β€œIt was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”

― Charles Bukowski, Factotum


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β€œAn intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way.

An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”

― Charles Bukowski

MUSING: I’m working on balancing the two… SS

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β€œThe problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”

― Charles Bukowski

MUSING: I also feel like I am not made for this world. I dream of a world where community thrives, where Nature has a place, and is allowed to exist in its own right.

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β€œBoring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”

― Charles Bukowski

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β€œWe are

Born like this

Into this

Into these carefully mad wars

Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness

Into bars where people no longer speak to each other

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

Born into this

Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”

MUSING: where doctors peddle Vaccines, and they know not of the ingredients inside

Where the Law is used for the rich, by the rich, to enslave the poor.

Where the Jails are privatized and filled with poor colored people that had only as fault the consumption of a plant villified for expanding your consciousness and helping you relax.

Where we are the product, and we are selling our souls to the highest bidder at all times…

Where we are not allowed to be, just do…

Text Box: MUSING: I FEEL LIKE SHARING THIS ONE AGAIN...

PERSONAL DARK (DANK) POEM FROM A RECENT@ MORNING'S FLOW STATE:

The watchdogs are out
The books are burning
Your mind is roasting
Your insides are slowing
Depop around the corner 
Get your tin foil hat and boil your water
Distilled is better, organic or natural
All labeled by a 3 letter monster
Feeding the beast and bottom feeders 
At the bank across the corner
Go drink and be merry while the world burns
And the powers that be legalize child porn.
Nothing to see folks but the sound of crickets
The American public has been so easily silenced
Good luck France and bees, and honey and trees
Your time is up as we sleep in our virtual dreams...
Stephane St-Pierre

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β€œWithout literature, life is hell.”

― Charles Bukowski

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β€œNothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, Zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”

― Charles Bukowski, Women


MUSING: I find that now, we get our power by the items we can purchase, which become status symbols, and force us to continually keep up with the Jones, this shiny object syndrome is LITERALLY KILLING OUR HOME, OUR MOTHER, OUR GAIA…

WTF are we thinking???

ANSWER: we are not…

We are buying into this sad, death paradigm with our lives, as these are actually not getting better, they are getting worse…

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β€œThe difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don’t have to waste your time voting”

― Bukowski C. … lol

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PONDER ON THIS ONE FOR A FEW MOMENTS…

β€œThere’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower.

What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives; they piss on their lives.

They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton.


They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly.

Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham.

There’s nothing left to die.”

― Charles Bukowski

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Hope you enjoyed this little foray into another great mind from our past that will be forgotten if we don’t take time to honor him as I will be, by adding him to my master’s album!


When posts resonate with you online and you do nothing, you let the post die, make sure you share the love, comment, like, love, hate, but react!!! Or should I say respond…

  1. Bob Marley – Legend (posted Apr-10-19)

My Tribute to this Master!

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Robert Nesta Marley, OM was a Jamaican singer and songwriter. Considered one of the pioneers of reggae, his musical career has been marked by blending elements of reggae, ska, and rocksteady, as well as forging a smooth and distinctive vocal and songwriting style. (Wiki)

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Let’s get together and feel alright!


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β€œWho are you to judge the life I live?

I know I’m not perfect

-and I don’t live to be-

but before you start pointing fingers…

make sure you hands are clean!”

― Bob Marley

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β€œThe greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively”

― Bob Marley

MUSING: If only more of us would actually get this, perhaps we would be able to create Heaven on Earth. SS.

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β€œLife is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality.

Wake Up and Live!”

― Bob Marley

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β€œHerb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.”

― Bob Marley

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β€œJudge not unless you judge yourself”

― Bob Marley


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β€œHerb is the unification of mankind.”

― Bob Marley


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β€œMoney is numbers and numbers never end. If it takes money to be happy, your search for happiness will never end.”

― Bob Marley

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Image may contain: one or more people, text that says 'There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; If you listen carefully now you will hear. BOB MARLEY'β€œEmancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds.

Have no fear for atomic energy ’cause none of them can stop the time.”

― Bob Marley

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β€œThe people who were trying to make this world worse are not taking the day off. Why should I?”

― Bob Marley

MUSING: My feelings exactly. SS

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β€œGet up, stand up, Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, Don’t give up the fight.”

― Bob Marley, Bob Marley – Legend

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β€œThe day you stop racing; is the day you win the race.”

― Bob Marley


MUSING: You are not a rat, stop racing like one…

And another of my creation with a quote from my buddy Humberto Braga

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I WILL FINISH WITH THIS CLASSIC, TRULY ONE OF MY FAVORITES OF THE LEGEND:


No Woman No Cry

Bob Marley, Bob Marley and the Wailers

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry.

Said – said – said: I remember when we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown,

Oba – obaserving the ‘ypocrites

As they would mingle with the good people we meet.

Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost

Along the way.

In this great future, you can’t forget your past;

So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry.

‘Ere, little darlin’, don’t shed no tears:

No, woman, no cry.

Said – said – said: I remember when-a we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown.

And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.

Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,

Of which I’ll share with you;

My feet is my only carriage,

So I’ve got to push on through.

But while I’m gone, I mean:

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a!

Everything’s gonna be all right!

Everything’s gonna be all right, now!

Everything’s gonna be all right!


So, woman, no cry;

No – no, woman – woman, no cry.

Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears;

No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown.

And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.

Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,

Of which I’ll share with you;

My feet is my only carriage,

So I’ve got to push on through.

But while I’m gone:

No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry.

Woman, little darlin’, say don’t shed no tears;

No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (Little darlin’, don’t shed no tears!

No, woman, no cry.

Little sister, don’t shed no tears!

No, woman, no cry.)[3]

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Going in my masters Album, hope you enjoyed it!

Peace and Love!


[1] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV5ARyuxpow (5 min)

[2] http://www.facebook.com/stephanestpierre4/

[3] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHlSE9j5FGY

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