Absolutes
always
fail
Drop dead
beauty said
Not so fast
make it last
What algorithmic perversities reside beside my Gmail?
I harvested this morning's crop for a closer inspection:
Sodimate screw feeder
Volumetric screw feeder
Silo unloader
Bulk bag dischargers
Farmers & Ranchers
Tell us what Americans should know
Agriculture is NOT a dirty word
If agriculture isn't dirty, they must be talking hydroponics
For a transactional analysis to yield this food for thought
acupuncture the hidden eye. shinto soak from darkened stone. seed ghostly beautiful fire. sink cluster mirrors. a wondered speckled karma. spirit spiral. sun initiation in stoned sunshine. soma shaker dead seashore tree. fire tongues the glimmer mount. fly into thunder and drip the bell immanence. who found the lost rose in summer's turn on? flicker night flicker, parched throat the communal balance, remembered humidity for the childhood steep. they are still there.
reverberate that sensual cave.
You came yelling after me
"I thought you were dead!"
No, very much alive, instead
"Did you have a good NYE?"
NO, was all you said
You are a bigger man
Then the rest of us
They couldn't break you
So they drugged you
Right out of your head
Willy Lee Willard
You are my friend
Forever we walk
Through the roses
So red
All there is
can become...
All that will be a memory
when All there is
becomes
All that is now new.
Then
All there is-is a
acme to what
was.
Check mail
Pay bills
Go to store
Get food
Walk around
Breathe air
Try to smile
Act like I care
Clean up
Sit down
Get up
Look around
Headed to Mags for a
cup of brown
Down by the tracks
The crap treatment place
End of town.
Down to the lake to
Feed the ducks
With leftover waffles
and other stuff.
And to mayhaps
Enjoy a bit of the green
Mountains of which
I so love.
Over to the boathouse
to fancy me a salty skipper
Plying the waves
In all sorts of storms
In all kinds of weather
Now I stroll the sidewalks
Waiting to go into the show
where we can let it flow
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you'll buy your pint cup !
and surely I'll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.
Location
Follow intuitive certainties welcome acts of self determination
Implore transparency, accept hidden instinct of this noble incident.
Mediums must be maintain, surround silently in the space between
Anonymous nuance, obligated to reveal where there's nowhere to hide.
Reprove an actualized notion of promised forbearance
Acknowledge assimilated presence accommodating a nearing approach.
Spontaneous reflection immersed in hearts' definition
Delicate as a flowers contrast, comparable complexities.
Reasoning at a distance this familiar mystery
Resolve invisible hint, permeable clue.
Meditations confess, skull after-thought third person response
Inner voices witnessed in first person narration.
Ignore the apathy, senses rebuke the gray
Sighs and dramatic pauses reinvent the inevitable.
Wind resonates a dissonant harmony
Playing hide and seek in the steps left behind.
Transcend, source of origin constant remnant agrees to abide
Shake tribute offerings of burnt dust from sandals.
Ghost sorrow, a hundred years gone.
Discovered through the eyes of strangers.
Ventriloquist atones throwing voice into a mute phantom
Breathe outside of the self, adhere then disappear.
For the fortune of redemption returns us to where we began.
Promised in the offerings of yesterdays rain.