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It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Pining)

Two poems to close April (poetry month)

Sharing

Life isn't worth living unless you're learning.

Learning isn't worth learning unless you're sharing.

Sharing isn't worth sharing unless you're daring.

Daring isn't worth daring unless you're not lying. 

Lying isn't worth lying to those who are caring.

Caring isn't worth caring to those who are aging. 

Aging isn't worth aging to those who are complaining.

Complaining isn't worth complaining to those who are remaining.

Remaining isn't worth remaining without sharing.

Desire.

I called it.

Culled for it from the core of my being.

I wanted it.

I would betray my brother, his son, his wife for it.

I sought it.

Down every dirt road, with no shoes, no map, no light.

I begged for it.

Spoke intimately with those who could not, would not understand.

It found me,

and I shyly asked, "now what?"

It said only this...

"I am your desire, I only know this, you can not go back". 

Music- Together Throught Life- Bob Dylan

   -Common Exsistance-Thursday

           (song of the moment)-Black-Pearl Jam

Green.

please reduce your contaminant.

Comfortably Numb (Again and Again)

photo by JMW

I have been out of it for quite a while. In my mind I was pledging to devote some real time, but I never realized more than a string of complaints. But right now I'm digging my heels in, to try and summarize what I think continues to subvert human lives. I know its awfully pompous to just spell things out with demanding any sort of recourse though it is part of the battle...but knowing is too. 

Can I dare challenge the summary of the past? 

Am I really that different and much more equipped than any man;

than men who in the past have spent entire days on a single thought?

 Not without their own biases of course...but to have that sense of devotion,

sense of wonder. 

But as noble as their efforts are we still carry the problems of the past.

Men still own men,

Men still own women,

Both men and women still own children,

Both are still owned by lust,

Both are still owned by power,

Both are still owned by possessions.

Both abandon their children, 

Both men and women still claim authority over another life.

With so much to consider in consumption or protection,

it is no surprise we take dramatic leaps of restitution.

Theocracy,

Monarchy,

Democracy,

Communism,

Socialism,

Anarchy,

Bloody Revolution,

 and the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse.

With all that our minds take in, we can easily be lead to these dramatic, "let's get something out of it " solutions. Problems are rarely solved they are just subsidized, isolated, or reduced.

What can prevent solutions is use of a hierarchical response system, with the levels involved the person who makes the decision can be completely removed from the problem. Even with all the diplomats and admirable (some of them) patriots full of answers, they are far from solving anything. 

A solution is viewed as total, but it rarely is. It should always be seen as lacking. Because no matter our intentions, we will always be heard the wrong way. For that reason, as well as others, we must never declare victory for the human responsibility is everlasting.

I know I need help, from someone far more dedicated than I. Which shouldn't be hard considering what I have to offer is a heightened  and over active sense of awareness. Focus is always necessary, just as is consistency. The two are not always related, just contemporaries.  

But this isn't just about the negative, what we lack, or what we continue to avoid. 

There are things that exists just to remind us of the joy and splendor, and the very reason why we struggle. 

I recently found someone who challenges me, who affirms my curiosity. She, in a short time, has shown me something completely new. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all appreciate the fragility and importance of every new moment.  With that knowledge of how delicate things  are our impulsed may be shortened. This might be some far removed dream, the world slowing down to half speed, but its values may be realized. The key is to constantly reach out, and never assume that you have arrived or know anything. A congress of active perusers for the preservation, equality and quality of human life is what we need...with all other lines erased. 

Please let me know if any of my generalizations are wrong. 

Music: Louis Prima

            Interpol

            Albert Collins

     (someone suggest some new music) 

 

Slightly Shot-gunned.

Temporary illness can be like a guilty conscious. 

Though it might have not been avoided, you still feel like you could have prevented it. It will live with you though out the whole malaise, stubborn as your will to fight it. And still lingering now in the aftermath. A set back is a set back i suppose. However, it will take a miracle to let it be just a coincidence in the mind of someone who owes his time to those who have no time. And it will take a miracle for those to forgive him who he continually disappoints. 

At home I've been listening to quite a bit of Brahms. Seamless, unlabored and erupting. I wish I could speak that way. With finesse and determination. No flourishes, but to the point and well received. My first paragraph doesn't seem like much an effort, but I will continue to try. 

But the unity of composition comes from clarity of conscious. Not just a single idea, but a awareness of a singular moments or many moments. Whatever the length and whatever the mode, consistency comes from awareness of your entire self as well as your medium. I understand that this could become pretense for an active waiting. Patience is important, but true work begun " your either on the verge of success or total failure". I believe that what evinces the success is that total awareness of medium and metaphysics. 

Now go and be aware! 

Music- Brahms- 3rd Symphony- Poco allegretto III movement

    -Mogwai

    -Grateful Dead- Ripple

Movies-Into the Wild

August is cruel too.

I find my self twenty-one.

Eating the truths omitted.

I find my self never needing an excuse to be late.

But rather need and excuse to be just kind.

I could find myself without a job without a dime,

If only to mention something cheaper down the line.

I found that the truth is sold,

Kept under lock and key.

I know that justice is not blind,

If it was, how would lawyers make money?

I know without someone to love,

Surely I am doomed to destroy.

I am fond to sew all wounds,

But they just won't sit still.

I in those ranks know the frustration all the same,

Screaming so wounded, seeking someone else to blame.

I will try it again and breathe forces me too,

But I'll do it without a glint of hope, until I.....

One...Two...Three?

It's all part of the ride they say...

Yes I enjoy the stories as much as the next guy. But when to much abuse callouses you not only to the situations but the people...soon you'll put cigarettes out on your skin. 

(I know that I was going the do the nobel thing and work for the ACLU and help people who were being abused, but I find myself not liking those people) [gross misquote from dazed and confused] 

Those who abuse at sometime or another are quoted saying i wish i wouldn't have, and those on the other side of the fence saying should of. The overdramatic dance towards the middle. 

as long as i am breathing i will fill my voids with something. substance seems to lose its weight against the stubbornness of ego. 

Turn, turn, turn to the wind and the rain. 

"O come, angel band

  come and round me stand". 

Music- Sigur Ros- New Album

Thrice- Alchemy index: Earth and Air

Song: my latest sun is sinking fast

Movies: Wall.e