Copyright Rant

Posted in Musing/Rant with tags , , on May 23, 2012 by dernachtwulf

Regarding copyright claims on MY MUSIC, music I created with MY COMPUTER and software I PURCHASED – tools of a self-described composer/musician.  With over 300 pieces (roughly) created there is the possibility of name/title coincidences.  But I CREATE THE MUSIC I UPLOAD, the software and computer are tools i purchased SO IT’S ALL MINE… check out the video please…

 

On Being Real

Posted in Musing/Rant, Philosophy with tags , , , , on May 7, 2012 by dernachtwulf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A person must be who and what s/he is in order to be truly happy and remain sane. In the achieving of this sacrafices have to be made; old things/ways/ideas will have to be cast aside.  Only  those things which are truly you – who you want to be, who you really are can be retained. All else must be burned, tossed into the trash heap of the forgotten past. In order to end the playing of games; to leave and annihilate the matrix you have CO-CREATED at the urging/programming/brainwashing of others; to reinvent yourself as the being you are… AT THE CORE OF YOU; to be truly, totally, completely and irrevocable REAL… you must “dust your mirror”…

And as you dust you will see more clearly the parts you wish to discard. The platitudes of old, the paradigms of the past; the fossilized words, concepts and belief/moral systems of the dead bodies of ages long dead… and the “zombified” followers/promulgators of same… That which is no longer relevant holds you back from reality, from being YOU. This is a very difficult process, a neverending one if done correctly. There is much to give up in leaving the static womb of one’s comfort zone. This I know all to well from a combination of hard work and sometimes painful experience. But I have survived it all and more so – I LIVE AND THRIVE! Tho’ not rich by the standards

and ossified paradigms of this present world matrix I am largely free, something which cannot have a value placed upon it. Free to be who and what I am. Of the Spirit of Coyote (a teacher in unusual ways of fruitful lessons)… I am Koyote Nachtwulf…

I am a leader – of sorts – tho’ those that would follow my personal path are undoubtedly few. I give people total freedom to come and go as they please beside me on my walk, in my “lair”… or merely observe from a distance. But if you choose to follow along you must be prepared to give up much. NOT material possessions per se. NOT money, family, friends – tho’ those latter two are sometimes lost as you leave behind the old, the dead ways. And yet those who cannot accept that you must be your own drummer; that their world, their paradigms, views, assumptions, pseudo-reality should still accept your innate desire to be real, your right to be happy… to be happy for your happiness.. If you can accept your destiny to be truly who and what you truly are; to be absolutely real no matter what it takes… then you can walk the path I walk, enter my lair and we can teach and lean from each other. The question is… can you pay the price of being free, being real? This is real, not a game. For Koyote Nachtwulf words are empty, lifeless without meaning. The thing that has meaning and life to me are your ACTIONS. Walk, do not talk…

In taking the path I have chosen I have been thru a lot. I have suffered. I have lost friends. My family (what few were left) have permanently closed the door on me. So be it. I am real, I am honest as I can presently be (I do try to temper things… to an extent). I work within the world as it is… as necessary for my survival. But in the end I am me, imperfect but progressing to be more real, more me. I “bend my spine”, not my knee. I kiss neither rings nor buttocks – I turn away from both acknowledging neither their validity nor their actual existence. Those who do not, cannot accept who and what I am are free to avoid me, pass me by. We can co-exist while rarely if ever interacting…

At times this path I walk has been lonely tho’ now I have someone so very special to share the walk with thru life… My Wife, My Everything. Like me she is determined to be real, to be authentic…

If you do not like my path, my ways, me (and I can be stubborn, difficult to deal with tho’ also a very nice person at times) you are both free and strongly urged to walk away, to leave for a time… or forever…

Tho my “given name” (not one I chose) is what most know me by I most truly am Koyote Nachtwulf. An individual; Freethinker; SPIRITUAL not “religious”; of varied gifts, talents, abilities and oh yes – limitations.  Like me or not I AM REAL… now what about yourself..?

Go now and dust your mirror… if others will allow it… if you dare…

(Koyote Nachtwulf – 2012)

Psychiatry & Psych Poisons

Posted in Musing/Rant with tags , , , on April 14, 2012 by dernachtwulf

 

WARNING – STRONG LANGUAGE AND VERBAL IMAGERY AT TIMES.  This reflects my own PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, I KNOW  that of which I am speaking (unfortunately)…

frass oblique

Posted in Free Associations, Poetry with tags , , on March 9, 2012 by dernachtwulf

none saw the redness in empty-skied clouds

of whalesong thrumming in ears

stoppered slobbered drunken tree shrews

nibbling on watercress sandwiches at tea

with dead prime ministers of lands that never were

will be are you hearing the shhhhhh-ing wind in septembers soft

embrace of night…

Twilight in Budaörs

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on March 8, 2012 by dernachtwulf

 

 

in a moment between day

and night i hold your hand.  as

we turn to each other to embrace

celestial eyes shine upon us…

Brother Sun ‘fore his western

slumbers;

Sister Moon as she rises from her

eastern bower…

in Budaörs… the magic ne’er wanes…

Budaörs Sunrise

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on March 7, 2012 by dernachtwulf

I have seen the sunrise

over lakes, forests, the

occasional mountain.  yet none

have impressed themselves on

my eyes as the first morning

Zsuzsi and i shared in our kitchen

in Budaörs… Oh!  how delicious

the Lavazza as our lips met in the

early morning glow…

 

 

(Photo c. 2012 – Billy “Nachtwulf” Hayward)

i was there…

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on February 29, 2012 by dernachtwulf

yes, you did see me, walking those

sidewalks, ignoring the passed out denizens

of empty bottles, bottles that once brought me near

a concrete mattress, newsprint duvet, tattered mittens for pillow…

 

that is a long ago time, not forgotten but left behind

in the dustbin of dissipation… i was there…

 

now i’m moving on, new vistas, hopes, possibilities… new

life, real life awaits as i cut my own swath thru this

jungle of insight, outlook, speculations… not trying but

rather doing, each step a doing…

 

some goals may be attained, others not… but it is all doing, all

going forward to test the waters i now prepare to cross…

 

yes, i was there… now i move on to another there,

a better there, the place i was always meant to be, my

exile over…

 

yes, i was there, but look for me

in those old places no longer, i am no longer in

my neighbourhood of stagnation…

 

no longer there, i am now where i belong… i am

home… aldas rad, Creator, nagyon koszonom…

i am far above my beginning point – the sky…

I am home…

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