There is nobody like you in the world - There is not another moment like this or will there ever be. Death and Life are inevitable  - Nothing is more beautiful than truth - Nature knows what it is doing.  Enjoy it.  Love.

PDP is Bohemian at heart first... Musicians by proxy of fondness of people, and love of life. PDP's heart is in brotherhood with the troubadour and the bacchanalian, the writer and painter, Poet, teacher, worker...  all the people We love life, and we consider it holy. We like  a sense of the Gypsy in our step. Rooted in a time before. We try to live with both hands full. Dinner parties. Books. Records. Writing. Reading. Music. Sex. Love. Death. Nature. Thoughts. Expression. Dancing. Laughing. Crying. Fighting. Close conversation. Quiet. Loud. Fragrant. Sleep. Death. Remember Death. So that NOW you live fully. Live and love, and let EVERYBODY know it. Now.   The term bohemian, of French origin, was first used in the English language in the nineteenth century to describe the untraditional lifestyles of marginalized and impoverished artists, writers, musicians, workers, and actors in major European cities. Bohemians were associated with unorthodox or antiestablishment political or social viewpoints, which were often expressed through free love, frugality, and/or voluntary poverty. The term emerged in France in the early 19th century when artists and creators began to concentrate in the lower-rent, lower class gypsy neighborhoods. The term bohémien was a common term for the Romani people of France, who had reached Western Europe via Bohemia. It's the dawning of a new era. Time to collect ourselves and remember who we really are, ...before the sound of commercial agitation all around us. Don't get led by the herd. Remember your original heart. Honor it. Defend it. Your child's heart holds the dream... follow it. The computer, cell phone & t.v. screen are only an electric 'other world' of distraction, and that world is not as real as this one. Your soul is timeless. Your soul is one of a kind & precious! Honor it. Follow it. Defend it. Kill for it. PDP likes to give pleasure PDP likes to cook the food they love & rejoice in it PDP has no patience for hypocrisy PDP believes you should be who you truly are PDP loves life... regardless PDP does not like genetic modification PDP trusts in nature PDP respects a good glass of wine PDP loves a song that makes them cry PDP wants to build a home library PDP likes to really connect PDP loves people PDP distrusts commerce for commerce's sake PDP trusts  passion PDP trusts people PDP trusts life PDP believes there is no evil PDP believes that there is ignorance PDP believes truth will find a way PDP believes you should trust your true heart first PDP believes life will show the way PDP wants everyone & every living thing to bloom I'm steeping into the garden world, the passion world, the true story world, the confidential world, the birth and death world, the sensual world. I am stepping into the ocean, valleys and mountains, I'm admiring a woman on the train with her kids, I'm buying lumber to build a shelf, I'm paying for our lunch with the last of my money, I'm giving the change to anyone who asks for it, I'm coming over for dinner, We are going to talk, laugh and sing, and tomorrow we are going to clean the house, and begin again, on something else completely. I am playing ping pong with Henry Miller... I am making Frida Khalo tea, I am baiting Hemmingway's hooks. I am pouring Kerouac another glass of wine. I am cooking my friends dinner. I'm taking out the trash, Click the photo to leave a comment on the Poi Dog Pondering GRAFFITI WALL I think this is my home page for now. I may stick all my writing here, for now, Bohemia, it feels right for now. Maybe a blog spot... here goes...   6:30 am 7/11/09 I'm in love with the rain. It is pre-dawn in Chi-Town; Hyde Park (which is "Manoa" in my mind). It is raining, there is thunder... all is good & right . I love the rain. It reminds me of Hawai'i; (...my brethren will know what I mean). It is only in the warm rain that I truely know who I am, ... I'm not sure I can explain this: The mud between my toes in my slippers on a hike in the valleys of the koolau mountains...