Sunday, December 23, 2018

Grape NEHI



Dear Paradise,

Mom Died a few years ago..........

It is like the T.V. Man tells you which part and when to watch it........

Just sharing some passing thoughts that a few years ago we would never have shared....

Remember?

The De Ja VU' ?

We had back then... you and I.......?

and......

The Story's you told me?

and the horse you had as a kid you loved so named Jupiter?  'Jupie'

Along the side of the Kansas Highway........ In the Summertime...

and the Grape Nehi and Lay's potato chips  in the bag with the yellow label......

The wind howling off the plain...

and how that one little piece of chip fell just so right  into the open top of the POP bottle and down into the Soda.... Fizzing.... having found that little opening ..........

and your remarking then...  What are the odd's?

                                                      Grape NEHI

Monday, December 3, 2018

Dear Coming into Existence

Gabriel drew the short Straw or it just so happened to BE:

On the tip of our tongues.................   Manipulation.

Racing hands around Cockpit knobs vs  slow, deliberate, calm projection of what is needed.

Great Room for improvement................

This:

Dear Coming into Existence


Monday, November 26, 2018

Our Refusal To See

Hiding behind verse:

Control freaks and haters:

Unraveling the  make up that is tattooed on our flesh:

Seeing who we really are:

Cloaked in colorful hand sewn quilts:
                          of

Past , Present, Future......... Verse:

WE........  The  mimics........

Little more then Green Parrots squawking with our feathers ruffled................

Grasping always onto the evermore..........

Then Death.

Hiding behind verse:

Our Refusal To See............


Saturday, October 20, 2018

Me Too....... she cried out........

How do you like the minds now when they are tuning in?

Calibrating with  the Auto Sync.

I saw the device it was actually 3 separate pieces... it looked like a magnetic compass connected to a copper coil that led to a camera device on a rotating platform.... perhaps it was a prototype ...... somewhat archaic.....

This idea of bringing Water to the desert...   So to speak...  or perhaps literally ?

Me Too:  She cried out....  form inside the Pink Temple.

"A good place to start never the finish"

Looking up from the towering buildings of Manhattan  an artist holding a palate or a writing tablet using his own  hand as  an easel holding the  perceivable shades  ........  ....   perhaps 'The' coat of many colors ...  or a rainbow?

He notices the winding path over him  between Orion's tail and into the Pleiades ..  like a flowing ribbon.. from  the near of infinity and depth perception..... into a further away..

How far can comprehension travel?

Before the Elevator reaches the top?

Me Too............ she cried out........

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

The Great October

It is the great         'They'    that walk hand in hand with trepidation...............

The  Soooooooooooo   Many...................
Hand in Hand.........

One  RED   cent................

In a small World............

To  Conjure...........

Why a new thought!

A different way of looking or Seeing   Something...........

A  Second   Circus.............. ACT.

This    'The Great October'

I guess it all depends   'What'  you put your faith in........

Remaining Surrogate.........

Try as you may..........

You are or are not ........ Biological.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

The Least Of Likely's

What does it mean to be from a place?

Especially the 'Least of Likely's '  I guess they must be East of Somewhere.

Here a Vortex in an archipelago...............

The dear sweet  Los Martyrs.........  in  the land of Rent a Car ,  Convertibles..........

and the old man named   'ART'.........   if you dare to look......... you will see him wobbling along down the bike path........

He lives in the land of no Inquiry.......  Straight off a Post Card..........

Greetings......................

From The Least of Likely's..............

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Old Friend Columbus

Gabriel passed me on the bike path the other day....... the Arch Angel I thought......

Turn on the G.P.S.  man.........

It shows you exactly where you are......

Within a relative position.. of course.......

Via........ Pulses an triangulation..........    I guess?

But,

One thing you can be sure of is don't expect an answer with dead batteries.

Chasing the taste of   'Sweetness'  or a   'Pungent'  odor that drifts across the Gulfstream....

from a land of Milk and Honey......and the home of the Terra Firma....

Old friend.

                                 Columbus

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Math 15

Gabriel Flatbush......

Rooting for his own success..........

Blowing air up a thin walled tube... it resonated with pitch and sound... quite pleasant...

He drew deep great  breaths.... and expelled them to continue the joyful sound.......

Tearing open Vietnam....... painful, I just listen..to the Pilot and a few others that were there.

Taxing through the laundry......

Taking a course in  'Math 15'




Saturday, January 6, 2018

The insidious nature of the beast and Chaos.

Gabriel was dreaming again.......
Looking out the window of the classroom in the first grade..... .. (Miss Lowe's class)

A giant yellow Slip and Slide was out there....... turn on the water he thought.

It is good to have you here... thank you for coming to class the teacher expounded.

Gabriel 'Saw' a giant out door Sign... with the name 'Turner' in small print at the base.

it had just two words emblazoned upon it...   ' U.S.A.- Tum's'

It struck him as an emotional time to be hit or to hit someone in the head with an open end wrench...

Metaphorically  of course......... The 'WAKE UP' !   Call..........

Those that would thrive on Chaos......

The insidious nature of the beast.

Thriving on Chaos.

The insidious nature of the beast.

and.......

Chaos......
At last...........
Finding Solace..... at last.

What lays inbetween?

Story Delusional

So which is   ' grammatically '   correct........

'I am a Cruising Sailor'.... or...' I am a Sailor Cruiser?'

I am befuddled .......

My MOON.........

is a heart that will allow......

Poetry.

Story Delusional.

                                     Boo Boo.

Friday, January 5, 2018

But, What Are You Selling? I ask of myself.

Meet me at the Community Well:

Are you selling Refrigerators ? Camper Trailers? or Trips to Rum Cay Via North Eleuthera?

It came to me........

'Saved by simple Virtue'

Meet me out at the information center............ OK?

or better yet..........

Meet me at the Community Well.

But, What Are You  Selling?

I ask of myself.


                                  signed. 

                                                      Thanks for the inspiration.