How many times I’ve sat in prayer, Hoping there was someone there, To listen to the musings of my heart So many times I thought I knew, What I wanted God to do, And so I put the horse before the cart For as I put my order in, And waited for God to begin, To send my heart’s desire postage paid I never stopped to give a thought To all the good things I have got Or give a nod to plans God might have made For when I make my prayer request I assume that I know best What will bring me happiness on earth For what I fail to realize, A man, no matter how he tries, Can never estimate the real...

Let me give my love to those in need Let me comfort those who bleed Let me give my ear and heart To those whose lives are torn apart Let me be thankful for this day For good friends come and gone their way Let me see each day as new With those the years have seen me through Let me always realize The hope in every child’s eyes Let me walk upon the land With gentle foot and loving hand Let me value every friend Who walks with me to journey’s end And let me thank you for my death That day I take that final breath And let it float on summer’s breeze Please Wilson/07

I can see them Shadows on the horizon Circle the wagons Wait and hide, hide and wait Behind the wheel It’s my own fault Stepping on this piece of earth I mistook this valley Seeing in the shadows Something moving I cannot see To aim through all this smoke There is no time to aim Fighting for lands I have No right to claim Wilson/09

My late friend, Paul, was a Wizard of Oz fanatic. More than that, he was a Judy Garland fanatic. And imagine, he always insisted that he wasn’t gay. Go figure. I miss you, Paul. Anyway, Paul was enamored with Judy Garland and the Wizard of Oz so naturally, one of his favorite songs was “Over the Rainbow”. However much he loved that song, though, he could not accept any version other than the movie version. One sure way to get him going—and I did this as often as I could—was to play an alternate performance of this song. Judy’s was the only acceptable rendition. People are funny that...

I wanted to tell you what I’ve been doing in my back to kung fu classes, but it occurs to me that without a little explanation, you won’t really understand it. So I’ve decided to give all of Reverbia some basic kung fu lessons in print. Lesson 1—Basic Horse Stance You can’t fight if you can’t stand. That makes sense, doesn’t it? Of course it does. So the first thing you learn to do is to make your legs strong. To do that, you stand in what is called horse riding stance. It makes your legs very, very strong. It’s not easy to do, but it is easy to practice. You can do it while washing...

I sometimes get the feeling that what people really want is some kind of movie star in office. I think that’s why Arnold was elected governor here. Sarah is a movie star. She is, at least in the way she behaves. And that’s why I’m afraid people might actually vote for her. It scares me. Click on the image.

It has now been about three weeks since I called my kung fu pal, Lee, and started actively practicing Hung Gar Kung Fu again. So here is a little update on my progress. The kung fu road is not an easy road, especially in a hard core school. Not all kung fu schools are equal, but I guess that’s evident. Not all martial arts schools are equal. There are two basic kinds of martial arts schools. One kind of martial arts school is “the business”. This school is supposed to make money. This is an elusive martial arts dream. Hardly any martial arts schools make money. We all knew martial arts schools...

Why do we think that the answer is always military? Imagine a world where everybody negotiated everything by threat of force! I tell you it would make buying a new car a whole new kind of hell. “Knock off five hundred bucks, or I’ll knock off your block!” Sigh…

“Any resemblance to any living person, living or dead, is purely a figment of your imagination.” One day, in the offices at CBN: –So what do you think, Mr. Robertson? Is there a place for my ministries on CBN? –I don’t know, Ted. The people have a long memory. –But I was cured! –I don’t know…can you BE cured of being a faggot? –You know I don’t like that word, Pat. –Damn it, Ted. You should have known better. –Come on, Pat. I thought that when the guy asked if I wanted a “happy ending”, he was talking about my revival meetings....