Christopher cole's Blog (20)

Woodstock 40 years of memories...

I am happy to announce that my story has been included in Woodstock anthology to be released in June. Hit link to view my quotes and you tube connection to view picture of me doing a "wheelie" on the bike I rode to Woodstock

http://www.woodstockpeace.com/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgMK-zkzquA

Peace,
Christopher Cole

Added by christopher cole on April 12, 2009 at 5:00am — No Comments

Twenty Five random Facts about Christopher Cole - The Naked Philosopher...

1. I am the oldest of eight children.

2. I couldn't read until ffith grade.

3. I was at the Original Woodstock Festival in Bethel in 1969

4. I once aspired to the priesthood

5. I crashed my motorcycle at 50 mph in 1970

6. Still married to the girl who hopped onto my bike at Woodstock 69

7. I have two Shi Tzu dogs

8. I have two grandchildren

9. My brother has my 79 Triumph Bonneville in the Catskills and wont give it back

10. I graduated from Lehman… Continue

Added by christopher cole on March 1, 2009 at 6:49pm — 1 Comment

The Naked Philosopher...

For those that know me my life is literally an open book. For those that don’t me, I am an explorer of the human mind and soul in relation to this existential reality we find ourselves in. I seek answers, which are not always easy to find and comprehend, with the simplicity of a fool. Possessing no super powers, I am a common person with limited ability, a naked philosopher who harbors an intense compulsion to push onward. I am fearless in the fact… Continue

Added by christopher cole on March 1, 2009 at 6:00pm — No Comments

They added my story...

Christopher Cole is pleased to announce his Woodstock story has been included in the new about to be released Book "Woodstock - Peace, Music & Memories (Paperback)
by Brad Littleproud (Author), Joanne Hague (Author) www. amazon. com/Woodstock-Peace-Memories-Brad-Littleproud/dp/0896898334

Added by christopher cole on January 29, 2009 at 6:58pm — No Comments

Two poems on addiction...

I Got To Be Me, I Got To Be Free

A member of the freedom generation,

I sang the anthem of instant gratification.

I walked the walk, and now I talk the talk.

I had to be me, I had to be free.

Free to take that toke,

Free to cuss when I spoke,

Free to light that joint and take my poke,

Free to swill alcohol until I choked.

To spend the rent money on the ponies.

I wasn’t cool, just another phony.

Thinking I was free I… Continue

Added by christopher cole on January 29, 2009 at 3:55am — No Comments

The Voice Within...

I am the voice within

The child who recoils

From your horrific world,

Filled with confusion and pain.

I whisper “stay out”,

Lest you disturb our holy contemplation.

With your sharp intrusions of chaos and dissonance,

Weapons of your world of illusion and strife.

I seek only the security of his beating heart ,

The pulsing of warm blood through his supple veins,

The interior light which glows with each breath.

The memory of his… Continue

Added by christopher cole on January 25, 2009 at 6:34pm — No Comments

Cry First...

Cry First

I never sought this woeful existence

This futile endeavor of vain persistence

Safe and secure in my prior autistic night

Sensory driven through touch, taste and sight

The simple joy of breath and warm sunlight

A heart beating in my chest with all its might

The soft lush panorama of flowers in rows

The silky caress of grasses on naked toes

Attuned to the cacophony I could hear it

Animals and trees spoke in spirit

Then came… Continue

Added by christopher cole on January 2, 2009 at 2:53am — No Comments

Remembrance...

Mellow and mild a soft wind hisses,

Beckoning me back to white wine kisses,

Purple ribbons round white fences twisted,

Peppermint moons and marshmallow fishes.

An angel's call prompts me thither,

To blue green waters and rushing rivers,

To soft sweet sobs and hot pink faces,

Outstretched arms and warm embraces.

The silky slide of palms o'er tender skin,

Of cobblestone streets and apricot gin,

Headfirst into deepest blue… Continue

Added by christopher cole on January 2, 2009 at 2:37am — No Comments

Inner Peace

Inner peace - how elusive and yet so essential. Like trying to grasp air. I spent my entire life chasing it. Angry and hurt because I couldn't attain it. Mad at God because he wouldn't grant it, banging my fists against the altar until they bled. Defiant, haughty, and proud, I kept pushing further and further away, until I realized!

I finally realized it takes cooperation. It takes humility. It takes looking within, and it takes forgiveness of self. You must relax the mind and the… Continue

Added by christopher cole on January 2, 2009 at 2:36am — No Comments

I thought I Could go it Alone...

I once thought I could go it alone,

Embrace the things of this world, find my way home.

Exhausted and anxious I came to this place,

Upon the precipice of the Void I arrived in my haste,

Out from under the weight I once embraced.

Extracting the existential spikes of pleasure and pain,

Ending the cycle of short circuit in my brain.

Letting go of all that I once grasped,

The anxious monotony of lusting for the crass.

Stabilizing… Continue

Added by christopher cole on January 2, 2009 at 2:34am — No Comments

What does it all Mean...?

I spent my entire life trying to figure that one out. I once attempted a poem to investigate this gnawing urge to comprehend human existence.

HUMAN CONDITION

Salubrious slime thinly coated.

Through foul excrement trudgingly devoted.

Insatiable tube through which passes,

Endless sludge the culture of the masses.

Sightless organ fragile membrane directing,

Against hard darkness unrelenting.

Outwardly… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 18, 2008 at 7:04pm — No Comments

In August of this year I returned to Woodstock on the 39th anniversary of my arrival in 1969. I brought with me a copy of my book and a St Christopher's Medal that a young 17 year old girl had given …

In August of this year I returned to Woodstock on the 39th anniversary of my arrival in 1969. I brought with me a copy of my book and a St Christopher's Medal that a… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 16, 2008 at 4:30pm — No Comments

Life's Long Road...

Life’s long road…

In my youth my soul did die,

Denied love from those that mattered.

Tough and callous I would not cry,

My dreams they all were scattered.

When I realized I was alone,

My spirit hardened like a stone.

Into this maze I was thrown,

Against reality splattered.

For a lifetime I did travel,

Down dusty roads full of gravel.

Yet along the way I did meet,

Other travelers on the street.

With tales of… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 12, 2008 at 10:42pm — 5 Comments

You Called to Me...

You Called to Me...

You called to me and I followed

Crawling toward you on linoleum floors

Down long corridors and open doors

Tripping along moss grown pathways

Crunching the rocks of dusty roadways

Rolling down paved asphalt highways

Down lyrical and poetic mindways

Never quite able to meet your embrace

Though you lingered at the rest stops

Waited patiently at the hilltops

Within reach as I stumbled along

Distracted down dead… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 12, 2008 at 10:29pm — No Comments

Woodstock Ronins... a call to Arms!

As I am swept through the lush overgrown farmland surrounding New Hope, Pennsylvania, I can’t help but reflect upon Woodstock, New York, where I spent a great part of my youth. Indeed I am one of the 500,000 who attended the Woodstock Festival held in Bethel in the summer of 1969. That event literally changed my life. I had a motorcycle back then also. I rode it to the festival where I got stuck in traffic. A girl hopped onto the back of my machine. She has remained my wife for thirty-eight… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 11, 2008 at 5:00pm — No Comments

An Oatmeal Cookie, Orange Juice and an encounter with God...

I was ten years old, the eldest of eight children. I grew up poor in the richest county in America in the fifties.(Westchester, NY). My early childhood was filled with the pain of psychological and physical abuse. My earliest memories are recalled in black and white images like in an old newsreel. I was continually told I was stupid, I would not amount to anything, not strong enough, not man enough. I was too sensitive for the harsh realities which I encountered. When they slaughtered a pet… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 11, 2008 at 3:57am — 1 Comment

Sleepy Hollow Christmas

wrote this poem several years ago:

Changing Times

I drove to Tarrytown today

One hundred miles from where I now stay.

A relative I went there to retrieve

In order to share with us, our Christmas Eve.

The Tappan Zee Bridge lead to my old home

On the distant hill the Mary Mount Dome.

To the right the old gothic castle still looms

A symbol of hope a symbol of gloom.

We… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 9, 2008 at 5:00pm — No Comments

I came to Woodstock to Die...

I came to Woodstock to Die in 1969 - an angel saved my life....

I knew it would happen. It's 3:am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm thinking about the trip I made back to Bethel NY in August 2008, to the site of the original Woodstock Festival. I had arrived here once before in 1969, now 39 years later I embraced the same woman then a girl who had saved my life. I had arrived upon the shores of White Lake way back then, on an old junker… Continue

Added by christopher cole on December 9, 2008 at 5:00pm — 2 Comments

The Gift...

When I was seventeen I met an incredible person who was to become my mentor and my best friend. His name was Frank and he was the most Christian person I had ever met. Ironically, he had little personal knowledge of Christianity, yet was profoundly giving. His detachment from material objects and concern for others caused him to exude an air of peace and love.

I grew up poor in the most affluent county in America, the eldest of eight siblings.… Continue

Added by christopher cole on November 22, 2008 at 5:30pm — No Comments

Metaphysical Motorcycling

Metaphysical Motorcycling

On Sunday I decided to take a ride on my Yamaha 1100 VSar custom North along the Delaware River just outside of Philadelphia. Once on the road I followed the old canal which hugs the river and decided to go all the way up to The Delaware Water Gap. A distance of 150 miles roundtrip. I sometimes take these trips with friends but they become special when done alone. It is an extraordinary way to meditate as you ride… Continue

Added by christopher cole on November 14, 2008 at 8:00pm — No Comments