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Age and Walking: No Fear No Fear

I walk for my mother, and everyone else who are unable but wish they could.

Every step beats death back by a day. Every step beats down depression, and the fear of dying. Relentlessly and with great vigor I step strongly forward to chase away the demons and welcome the angels sing. I raise my arms, hands up, I’m free, for I’m of the Universe, nothing can stop me, for I don’t exist in a form which can be stopped. An atom, when hit, I disperse, and take new form. My brain funktions in a similar way. When I walk I communicate with my self, and sometimes get lost. It’s easy to see how someone could be here in this dimension today and gone into another tomorrow, only to never return. We see these people on the streets walking and we condemn them to degenerate homelessness while not knowing jack shit about it. Driving around in bubbles that they think define them, lol. Perhaps it is who they are, what do I know, it’s here, and now, and that’s all that matters, and I feel that if I’m not careful I will move into the next dimension only to not return. I walk out of fear, I need to beat back fear.

In the morning I wake up, I put on my makeup, in the mirror my mind already made up, what I’m gonna do, who I’m gonna be, who I’m gonna see, who I’m gonna … No fear, no fear.
Yep, keep those balls in the air, don’t let them drop, what … another ball …

Once I was junkyard dog muzzled and tied to a tree, wondering who and what was oppressing, back against the wall, one day it occurred to me, throughout history, fear was getting the best of me.
Coulda shoulda, woulda, a record meant to be broken, fast is the past, do the math, today is the future, hesitate and they’ll shoot ya.

From Clay to Ali, perception is reality, win some, lose some, don’t be loathsome, brush yourself off and win yourself back some.

Talking to self Dec 4, 2019 while doing the walk

Photographs from (Paul Kempe) taken on December 4, 2019 while walking from Beverly Hills to Downtown LA, in chronological order.
The took about 3 hours and 45 minutes (2:45 pm to 6:30 pm). The mood and spirit of the walk was as described above.

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Should have put in a video, some other time I suppose, when I have more time.

Copycat Life

How to this, and how to that, pick an identity and make it your own. Come hear me speak, so that you can be like me. Yes copy me. Of course you can’t copy your classmates homework, but in the real world the more you copy, imitate, and mimic, take your pick, the better.
As much as I like to think that the music I make is an original work of my own design, I know that to some degree I’m getting the idea from someone else. I also know that as much as I like to think that the style of clothes I choose to wear and how I choose to talk, walk, and act are a unique representation of me, myself and I, it is a copy of some idea I got from somewhere. What is most interesting to me is that one of the few truly original creations on planet earth is a human body, yet many of us are uncomfortable in it. If human beings are not the best (wisest) of all animals, we are in fact the most creative, which is both awesome and destructive. Head and tails, good and bad, can’t have one without the other, I guess. So weird how that is. Can’t be happy without knowing sad, like there is no night, without the day, and so on and so forth.

Have a nice day, lol
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Sweet Music to help you get to sleep

Last night I watched the movie “Return of The Green Dragon” on Netlfix which I enjoyed, as if it were a comic book. I kind a like gangster movies, for whatever reason, I’m not really sure. Maybe it’s a guy thing. Any chicks out there like gangster movies ? Holla !

In the movie there was a part where the gang leader tells the young recruit, that in the gang you can be someone special, and that if you don’t follow the gang you will be no better that a “Fisherman” in China, to which my first response was, that might be pretty cool, if I had a kind wife, who is content with her lot in life as I, and if there was a decent school for my children. I’m assuming we’d have a roof over our heads, with a bathroom, kitchen, heating in the cold, and cooling for the summer. Perhaps we would have internet access, a guitar, violin, and a piano, and maybe a little drum set. Is that asking for too much ? I wouldn’t want to be a deep sea fisherman who spent multiple nights away from home at sea, though some people might like that. When I think being a fisherman in China, I think fishing from a small boat on a river, and living in a riverside community, a life that allows me to come home everyday after work. It wouldn’t be so bad. We would need a town doctor of course, but that would more or less be a pretty good life. Oh yes and please give us plenty of books to read, and something to write on and with. A personal computer for each family member would be perfect. So that we could educate ourselves and create. Actually I would rather be a farmer tilling the God given soil, it’s the same thing more or less. The main thing is that I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping up with the “Jone’s”. I wouldn’t have to think about my future, and my retirement, one doesn’t retire from a way of life.

Why does man think that he needs to aspire to greatness for the purpose of having many things and many wives. Why is man not content with a decent, healthy “way of life”. All ways of life require a job ( or work) that allows us to acquire and maintain the essentials in life, one must pay to dance, that is life, so get over it right. Make the best of it, do it well, and be proud. A job doesn’t define us, how we do it does, and what we do when we’re not working does.

All man really wants and needs is to be productive and feel respected and loved. Yet we complicate our lives to the point, we no longer want to live it anymore. We complicate our lives so much that we need a drink just to get to sleep at night. It all seems strange to me.

My question is this: Did man go backwards in the last 200 years ? Well, my life was going swimmingly till I borrowed money five years ago for an apartment that is bigger than I need, that I don’t even live in. Why, don’t ask, I was a fool.
Banks rule the world, thus they rules us, and they don’t give a rats us about us. There is something terribly wrong with this picture. The banks that exist today are not the same banks that were set up to help a man in bad times in an ancient times. They might be good for some, those who know how to manage the system, but banks are really no different than sugar, drugs and alcohol. They are an addiction for so many, a noose around the neck of society.

All I can say is that, once I pay off that loan, I will be free to roam, and do as my hearts content, by which time I will probably be near death.

Ask yourself this, are you truly happy today ? When you wake up in the morning, and you look upon the day which is blooming before you, are you truly happy ? Does that Mercedes Benz really do it for you ? Does that big ole fucking house that you nor your family members fully utilize really do it for you? If the answer is yes, than you are truly happy, if the answer is no, than what’s so wrong with being a Fisherman, or a Farmer, or a Welder as long as you have love, respect, dance, and music, and perhaps a little wine and a little herb. Ha ha.

This was a dumb post, but it is something that I think about all the time, and when the gang leader tried to make being a Fisherman in China look like a someones worst nightmare, I had to say something. It’s the wrong message for kids, and it’s a message that our education system instills in our children. Our education system is a product of our modern day banks. And it is big reason in my not so humble opinion that some many people struggle to stay afloat.

Why don’t they teach us how to find peace in school, and be peaceful. They could teach us how to breathe, and relax, and be grateful, rather than teach us how to be great, because to be great is to be greedy.

Oh well …

Good Day !
Paul Kempe
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I mean like look at all the exercise one gets from doing manual labor. The health care system is a mess, because of the change in peoples life styles, the easy access to processed foods. Thank you Uber for now delivering it to our doors, now we don’t even have to walk to the restaurant anymore. Yeah I get it, your tired from slaving at work all day. Yep.

There is nothing wrong with wanting fame and glory, that’s what gets many people outta bed in the morning. Nothing wrong with being rich too, but it’s not for everyone.

It’s a discussion, or a conversation, nothing more. It’s how I feel this morning, by nightfall I will be someone else. No big deal. Don’t take it so serious. Talking is good, writing is good, get it off your chest.

What the world needs now is love

What the world needs now

Paul Kempe “what the world needs now is love” no not just for some but for everyone, including Donald Trump. lol

I did this song in 2015, it was supposed to be my signature song. Regrettably like every other great thing I promised to do in life, failed to stay with it, and dropped the ball. That said, the game ain’t over till it’s over, so I’m posting this as a reminder to self to get it done, because it is a definitely a good sound. I totally like it.

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Something about Love, and how it’s criminal to say you love someone yet never do anything for them. recorded October 23, 2019

Start with love
Start by loving yourself

Today October 27, 2019
I’m reporting that my wife who never leaves her office for lunch (yes she’s nuts) walked to Wholefoods yesterday to get her own lunch, by herself. It’s a huge step toward the light that my wife most surely needs. Especially when just a seven weeks ago she was hospitalized with a bleeding aneurysm, and just a month ago had the brain of a three year old. I have witnessed miracles, but this one takes first prize. She’s a workaholic who was taught by her mother that money was the most important thing in life. This is not fair to say about her mother, who didn’t no any better and was born and lived in a different time, a time when Japan was struggling as a nation to go through national rebirth in the skin of capitalism.

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meeting the devil

paul kempe “live no scrimmage” august 28, 2019. Meeting the devil

Better to know the devil when your young so that you have time to recover and find Jesus again. sleep aid for insomniacs, easy listening stupid shit, cure for insomnia.

pseudo academic noise

Ain’t No Tellin by Paul Kempe

Ain’t no tellin what you might do when your cooped up in your room, no money, no job and the rents do. Ain’t no tellin when that end of world shit hit in your face, like mace and you feel your no longer part of the human race. Ain’t no tellin. Paul Kempe, Live No Scrimmage

Life’s Gift

Let’s Groove

True happiness is… Life’s gift is our ability to move, and speak freely, which is why prison is a form of punishment. These days more and more, I measure my wealth by the state of my health. There is no one pill cure all in life. The trick is the mix a good stew of various ingredients. Walking, talking, dancing, calisthenics, singing, playing, eating, hell even smoking and drinking in some shape or form has it’s place, like chili peppers, just a dash will do. The catalyst that holds all this together is love. Without love in some shape or form the above have no meaning, and well, you may as well be dead. You gotta love something, or someone in order to survive. The more you love the happier you are I guess. Love can get you through a ruff day. Love is the reason you get up and go to work in the morning.
Half the time I don’t know what I’m talking about. Forgive me.
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have a good day

Battle of The Cranium

Paul Kempe now Showing at the GDCA Gallery, S. Spring St. Downtown Los Angeles

Left: Battle of The Cranium, Rigth: Dancing Out of Africa (though that name has been changed more than once) by Los Angeles based artist / motivational speaker Paul Kempe. live no scrimmage

Mentally Challenged Men Dos

Mentally Challenged Men dos

Recorded Sunday August 18, 2019 at a Park in Downtown Los Angeles in the morning.
2 Mentally Challenged Men making a rap song. by Paul Kempe and Another Man whose name we don’t know, but who appeared to be in his late 50’s and had a severe toenail fungus problem. He was in otherwise good health, and spirits, though clearly he was short of change. He claimed to be bipolar to which I responded “you and half the entire US population, including myself”.

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peace out

Luck Run Out

When Your Luck Run Out

Playing in the park is so much more of a colorful experience than playing in your room.
You will push yourself and stretch your mind far more, and you’ll play longer too. It really is a weird trip, and now I’m addicted. Here is one little song that I did today.
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practice !!! ?

The World Is Yours

The World is Yours

The world is yours, as long as you have the essentials like good health, healthy food to eat, a and comfortable place to sleep. From that point there is nothing to stop you from achieving your goals in life, but you yourself. I could have easily been very wealthy and own a ton useless shit, but I chose a different path. It’s all a question of priorities.
Good Day
Paul Kempe
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And yea, fuck socialism, it doesn’t work, and will never work, because evolution doesn’t have concept of what’s fair, but only who comes out on top. The only good thing about being at the bottom is that you have someplace to aspire to.

Cheap and Good

The day that was yesterday August 5, 2019

The day started with nearly no sleep the night before, because I haven’t recovered yet from the South Korean time zone. By 11:00 am I had already consumed 7 shots of Starbucks espresso.
By 1:00 pm, I was so tired and weak I could barely walk to get myself something to eat.
For lunch I opted for half a rotisserie chicken, no rice, no vegies just the protein. Within minutes I was re-energized. After lunch I decided to buy some weed, to smoke in the event I felt the urge to take a nap, which would have prevented me from getting to sleep at night. I went to Shivas on Hill Street and bought the cheapest that looked the best. I have been buying the most expensive that looks the best in the past, but I didn’t feel it was all that stony, and wanted something that provides more of a buzz. Something cheap and good. Like with wine, just because it’s expensive doesn’t mean it’s good. Sure enough I got lucky and the stuff I bought was cheap and good. After I took a few puffs to learn what exactly I had procured, my buzz started, and I decided to head over to the YMCA for some calisthenics. I ended up playing for two and a half hours from 2:30 to 5:00 pm. Cheap and good, yep that’s the way to go.

While I stretching after dancing at Pershing Square as I like to do on my way to the YMCA, I nice lady came over and offered me a drink of water from her Aquafina bottle. I was a little surprised, and said no thank you. The woman said, yes right, of course not, and stammered off as though angry. I watched her walk away, wondering what that was about, but came to no conclusion. I was still in my meditation zone, and really didn’t have space for outside thoughts at that moment. A few minutes later, I was done stretching, and continued my adventure to the YMCA, as made my exit from the park, I saw the lady sitting down on the wall, with a younger male friend. I was startled because just a few moments earlier she was walking in the opposite direction so I didn’t expect to see her there. I still failed to understand the meaning of her water offering, until a minute later and I was no longer in the park, and I felt bad. She wanted to meet me, and she is shy, so the water offering was intended to create an opportunity for us to perhaps talk a bit, and get to know each other. She and her friend had been watching me dance around the park for 15 minutes or so, so she had a pretty good sense of the kind of person I was, and she decided I might be compatible in some shape, or color. She was an attractive woman with a healthy tanned body and about my age, a little younger. She was also very shy, it appeared to me in retrospect, and I was sorry that I didn’t comprehend all this earlier. Had I known this when she stammered away feeling embarrassed because I rejected her water offering, I would have ran after her, and told her not to feel bad, I was in another world and unaware of what was going on. I felt bad that she reached out to me and I let her down. I was dumb and slow, as usual. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I’m pretty sure, it’s the way I see it to be.

I’m two weeks sober today. Yeah, the two week mark is when I notice the neuro genesis begin to kick in, and I start to progress, instead of marking time.

Yesterday was the first time in a couple months that I have felt the magic that life is. I felt strong, and sure. I felt good from lunch time on. It was a good day. Somethings could have been better, but it’s never perfect. We must always take the good with the bad. Life is peaks and valleys, “like a roller coaster” as Mauricio from Starbucks said it this morning at 4:45 am, and I said, indeed, and “all we need to do is learn to ride it”.

If you want anything good to happen from this life, you gotta will it. If you are more or less in good health, that is half the battle, the other half is your attitude. You gotta make your own magic. You gotta love yourself, and believe in yourself, and when you do that, others will like you better too.

Peace. Have a good day.
This Paul Kempe aka Daruma
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