All this while 80 horizons at the same time pointing right to where we are reflecting back down to travel the curves and the ground just so we could look at the same stars
I need to let go of the anger that's left. I don't like feeling it. I want to get back to that state of feeling full of love. I don't want to be angry. and I don't want to feel empty either.
How to find the hypotenuse in my mind Projections overhanging the second plane of protection While the code specifies the minimal overkill mandate 25.4 millimeters within an inch of your life line lays the sill plate 1/3 its width off of pure
The sacred geometry of the pharos remains constant The triangle of 3 has given 4 reason for being next to 5 where the pi of the big eye sees 360' along radius 57-5/16" and the arc strikes itself again and again in masochistic bliss
Long have I ripped a cut plunged deep it the heartwood Fastened together all within my reach with driven steel Plumbed jointed jambs hinging the hollow core doors of this time butt always wished well the memories of families dry by this roof
Tomorrow I write the Red Seal exam in Carpentry. Should have done it 15 years ago, but maybe I then become someone else. I will take the forward spring of the clocks as a welcome omen for the future. I wonder what to build and for whom? More family homes, always a personal pleasure. Maybe ICI, that's where the money is...reminder to self, always make corporations pay dearly. Or, do I listen to my heart and work for metro housing and help those that need. Nice to dream...wish me luck!
P.S. Sorry about your sister Linda, donnaruhl. May she rest in peace.
How to find the hypotenuse in my mind Projections overhanging the second plane of protection While the code specifies the minimal overkill mandate 25.4 millimeters within an inch of your life line lays the sill plate 1/3 its width off of pure
The sacred geometry of the pharos remains constant The triangle of 3 has given 4 reason for being next to 5 where the pi of the big eye sees 360' along radius 57-5/16" and the arc strikes itself again and again in masochistic bliss
Long have I ripped a cut plunged deep it the heartwood Fastened together all within my reach with driven steel Plumbed jointed jambs hinging the hollow core doors of this time butt always wished well the memories of families dry by this roof
Tomorrow I write the Red Seal exam in Carpentry. Should have done it 15 years ago, but maybe I then become someone else. I will take the forward spring of the clocks as a welcome omen for the future. I wonder what to build and for whom? More family homes, always a personal pleasure. Maybe ICI, that's where the money is...reminder to self, always make corporations pay dearly. Or, do I listen to my heart and work for metro housing and help those that need. Nice to dream...wish me luck!
P.S. Sorry about your sister Linda, donnaruhl. May she rest in peace.
How to find the hypotenuse in my mind Projections overhanging the second plane of protection While the code specifies the minimal overkill mandate 25.4 millimeters within an inch of your life line lays the sill plate 1/3 its width off of pure
The sacred geometry of the pharos remains constant The triangle of 3 has given 4 reason for being next to 5 where the pi of the big eye sees 360' along radius 57-5/16" and the arc strikes itself again and again in masochistic bliss
Long have I ripped a cut plunged deep it the heartwood Fastened together all within my reach with driven steel Plumbed jointed jambs hinging the hollow core doors of this time butt always wished well the memories of families dry by this roof
Tomorrow I write the Red Seal exam in Carpentry. Should have done it 15 years ago, but maybe I then become someone else. I will take the forward spring of the clocks as a welcome omen for the future. I wonder what to build and for whom? More family homes, always a personal pleasure. Maybe ICI, that's where the money is...reminder to self, always make corporations pay dearly. Or, do I listen to my heart and work for metro housing and help those that need. Nice to dream...wish me luck!
P.S. Sorry about your sister Linda, donnaruhl. May she rest in peace.
perched high above all the shadows hide everything the wind takes dreams off to die the blistering truth of it all scorches flesh the intangibles unseen slowly we drift away into the quiet night.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Iv laid claim to the seal Thought I would be happier? Thought I would feel accomplished? Now, I feel somewhat leashed. All though new options abound, past dreams seem to be fading.... Count thy blessngs and give them careful attention. That works, others matter now.
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
if only you knew, how a single word from you can derail me. friends for years, always, caring,... believing in you,.. wondering "what if",.. always, just friends.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
The internet has become rather boring to me lately. Facebook is just another place we get bombarded by advertisements. We all try to make it homey by putting up pictures and little comments but I wonder where all of this is really going?
I won't bother with twitter. I won't give my life away to instagram. I don't like seeing the university students in my classes playing with their phones under the desk.
I feel like an old man shaking his fist on the lawn at progress some days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Is it progress when people are so distracted from the real moments they could be having during the day?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Leave a comment. I find it oddly comforting that even though I've stayed away, I come back to familiar names and words and thoughts and hearts. They fade, fade away, but no- it's the internet, after all.
"Sun sets on this ocean- never once on my devotion."
"If I had this guy's voice, you could all kiss my ass."
You can dish it out,but surely can't begin to take it. What's good for the Goose,Is just for the Goose. I'm tired,I'm broken,I've begged and I've spoken. Till I'm blue in the face, And I still hear it, pouring out of you, Like a broken record. Such harassment, and belittlement, and bitter bullshit, Just to get what you want. I've given you everything that I could give,And I'd give even more, To make you stop. But there's always that something, Just around the corner That will fuel your fire,long enough to get something else. It's been this way for so long,That I'm not quite sure who's the sickest. You,for dishing.Or me, for taking it. They say you can't kill a Mother's love, But Goddamn,You're killing me.
There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces... Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they've been set down— and gravity, scientists say, is weak.
And see how the flesh grows back across a wound, with a great vehemence, more strong than the simple, untested surface before. There's a name for it on horses, when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh, is proud of its wounds, wears them as honors given out after battle, small triumphs pinned to the chest—
And when two people have loved each other see how it is like a scar between their bodies, stronger, darker, and proud; how the black cord makes of them a single fabric that nothing can tear or mend.
Love this poem, makes me remember that men or women of the King, are honest and dont accept a bribe or dishonesty for fear of the King which in turn cultivates love and security and special personal property in their own world...
An ode to the C.fu R. A. lovingly titled Choke on it Taxman.
How to evade the Royal tax charade its a slippery sheet, federal ice caPaid An annual ritual for the surfs in spring like the flu shot in fall, its gonna sting
NOTICE OF RE-ASSESMENT! we have questions about lines 10, 11 and 16 how dare you think these deductions an entitlement We'll get to the bottom of this, like your severed head of our guillotine.
no where to run, can't hit the road and hide Wife, kids and up to my ears in debt! they know they got me, no choice but to abide I'm shackled to money, a slave like ALL the rest
but the cupboards are bare, be reasonable I plead
Reason will cost surf, penalties, fines and interest all the time. shit, they conjure their due, with a shtick' as old as the hills And the power of God, in thy parliamentary bills.....
Happy tax season fellow peons!
here is an instant thought. join the zeitgeist movement, lets bring an end to this shit!
In joyous part
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Without taxes its quit difficult for governments to have a social program...
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
I agree. Taxes should support the welfare of society and the world at large. The present government in Canada has attacked our social structure at every turn, while enriching the wealthy and rearming the forces. It weakens democratic institutions and harasses those that seek to expose the tyranny of capitalist venture. Environmental concerns and protections are a nuisance and dismantled. I resent this government for its treacheries, and find myself a dissident citizen. I appreciate your comment and hope to some day be a proud contributor to Canada again....The title seems a little harsh in hindsight, but frustration can amplify dissent. I'm sure you can understand.
In joyous part ~X(
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Yep, I do understand your frustrations... Without the socialistic block in the east, the world has been concurred by just one point off view, on how to deal with the wealth off the world, capitalism, I don't like this system, either. It doesn't believe in equally sharing of the worlds wealth, and makes it easier for the happy few to enrich themselves more. The survival of the fittest...etc. Countries who had more of a socialistic point of view on wealth, letting it more and more go, in benefit of those happy few, sadly enough. I don't think it's strange that there is more and more resistance against the capitalism, because it encourages a lack of balance in this world to grow even larger. In my opinion the strength of a society can be measured by the way the way it treat there weakest members, but by time I feel more and more standing alone in my believes, sadly enough ...
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
For quite some time now,I've wanted to make some big changes in my life. It always came back to excuses as to why I couldn't at this time. Money being the big problem, and my cat was another.He has always been an outside kind of cat.He could never be cooped up in an Apt. He loved to hunt mice and shit.I thought I would wait until he died to make the change,He was 18.Last week a Coyote got my cat.It was devastating to say the least.Not at all the way I would of wanted him to go.I wonder if I willed this to happen.Now,besides saving up the money,I have no excuses left.I can't see God as being cruel. Did he do this for me? Take the one thing that was holding me back? I loved my cat very much,so it's been hard to deal with.I wanted to kill the Coyote,but that won't bring him back and it is the nature of the beast.
for would you eat banana oranges are like sun-clouds, a 4th of july helmet you are the fighter high up every mountain shield a grape-vine with nowhere to go suddenly a path a snowfall comes is coming storms let it go with yourself to be
give yourself this day tomorrow all of them will unfold in time here you walk up to deer lick them across the head the forest happy your face saw as wild this all so simple golden feathers rubbed across your naked body you the sky slow & rhythmically teasing drops
a sad face looks with one of those eyes probably crossed out at the strange way the mountain looks so orange why is it so orange? why is this strange it's not the screen it must be me or is it the screen
skinny guy tall, black hair & all
how many experiences exactly is it that I trade for comfort.
take your hands fold them quietly as moon does like the seas be kind in this way your path opening
radiance
take away your sight feel your day's way a seed of gallery my only one
as guitars play up here wind is a child climbing on thru
your hair a land holding fast to where i stand this ability gold in flow a sun calendar hangs from here flying with thunder's magnificence across tides leading to shore
Are you ready for the summer, ready for the summer Are you ready for some good times, good times Are you ready for the summer sun some summer fun well the summer is ready for you
No more pencils No more books No more teachers dirty looks No more math or history Its summer time, we've been set free
Theme song for the movie "Meatballs" :-c
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Comments
80 horizons at the same time pointing
right to where we are
reflecting back down to travel the curves
and the ground
just so we could look at the same stars
I don't like feeling it.
I want to get back to that state of feeling full of love.
I don't want to be angry.
and I don't want to feel empty either.
I need to feel full of love to feel like myself!
the shadows hide everything
the wind takes dreams off to die
the blistering truth of it all scorches flesh
the intangibles unseen
slowly we drift away
into the quiet night.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Thought I would be happier?
Thought I would feel accomplished?
Now, I feel somewhat leashed.
All though new options abound, past dreams seem to be fading....
Count thy blessngs and give them careful attention. That works, others matter now.
how a single word from you can derail me.
friends for years,
always,
caring,...
believing in you,..
wondering "what if",..
always,
just
friends.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I won't bother with twitter. I won't give my life away to instagram. I don't like seeing the university students in my classes playing with their phones under the desk.
I feel like an old man shaking his fist on the lawn at progress some days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Is it progress when people are so distracted from the real moments they could be having during the day?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
sigh
in the knees....
"If I had this guy's voice, you could all kiss my ass."
What's good for the Goose,Is just for the Goose.
I'm tired,I'm broken,I've begged and I've spoken.
Till I'm blue in the face, And I still hear it, pouring out of you,
Like a broken record.
Such harassment, and belittlement, and bitter bullshit,
Just to get what you want.
I've given you everything that I could give,And I'd give even more,
To make you stop.
But there's always that something, Just around the corner
That will fuel your fire,long enough to get something else.
It's been this way for so long,That I'm not quite sure who's the sickest.
You,for dishing.Or me, for taking it.
They say you can't kill a Mother's love,
But Goddamn,You're killing me.
I will love you all the same
I will speak aloud your name
this quiet stillness is okay
I finally learned that song
the one you asked me to learn
and play for you years ago
it now plays quietly in my heart
for years I've known
but lied to myself
this love is real
as real as this distance
that has grown between us
I fear we are losing our window
for we won't be alone for long
if ever there were a time
it would be now
with much effort
I lay quiet
with much sadness
I whisper to you
goodbye
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I hope your love responds to you soon.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
There are names for what binds us:
strong forces, weak forces...
Look around, you can see them:
the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,
nails rusting into the places they join,
joints dovetailed on their own weight.
The way things stay so solidly
wherever they've been set down—
and gravity, scientists say, is weak.
And see how the flesh grows back
across a wound, with a great vehemence,
more strong
than the simple, untested surface before.
There's a name for it on horses,
when it comes back darker and raised: proud flesh,
as all flesh,
is proud of its wounds, wears them
as honors given out after battle,
small triumphs pinned to the chest—
And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend.
Love this poem, makes me remember that men or women of the King, are honest and dont accept a bribe or dishonesty for fear of the King which in turn cultivates love and security and special personal property in their own world...
lovingly titled
Choke on it Taxman.
How to evade the Royal tax charade
its a slippery sheet, federal ice caPaid
An annual ritual for the surfs in spring
like the flu shot in fall, its gonna sting
NOTICE OF RE-ASSESMENT!
we have questions about lines 10, 11 and 16
how dare you think these deductions an entitlement
We'll get to the bottom of this, like your severed head of our guillotine.
no where to run, can't hit the road and hide
Wife, kids and up to my ears in debt!
they know they got me, no choice but to abide
I'm shackled to money, a slave like ALL the rest
but the cupboards are bare, be reasonable I plead
Reason will cost surf, penalties, fines and interest all the time.
shit, they conjure their due,
with a shtick' as old as the hills
And the power of God, in thy parliamentary bills.....
Happy tax season fellow peons!
here is an instant thought.
join the zeitgeist movement, lets bring an end to this shit!
In joyous part
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
In joyous part ~X(
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
It always came back to excuses as to why I couldn't at this time. Money being the big problem,
and my cat was another.He has always been an outside kind of cat.He could never be cooped up in an Apt.
He loved to hunt mice and shit.I thought I would wait until he died to make the change,He was 18.Last week
a Coyote got my cat.It was devastating to say the least.Not at all the way I would of wanted him to go.I wonder if I willed this to happen.Now,besides saving up the money,I have no excuses left.I can't see God as being cruel.
Did he do this for me? Take the one thing that was holding me back? I loved my cat very much,so it's been hard
to deal with.I wanted to kill the Coyote,but that won't bring him back and it is the nature of the beast.
oranges are like sun-clouds, a 4th of july helmet
you are the fighter high up every mountain shield
a grape-vine with nowhere to go
suddenly a path
a snowfall comes is coming storms
let it go with yourself to be
give yourself this day
tomorrow all of them will unfold in time
here you walk up to deer
lick them across the head
the forest happy
your face saw as wild
this all so simple
golden feathers rubbed across your naked body
you the sky
slow & rhythmically teasing drops
yeah rain rolled in it
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
with one of those eyes probably crossed
out at the strange way the
mountain looks so orange
why is it so orange?
why is this strange
it's not the screen
it must be me or
is it the screen
skinny guy tall, black hair & all
how many experiences exactly is it that I trade for comfort.
fold them quietly as moon does
like the seas
be kind in this way
your path opening
radiance
take away your sight
feel your day's way
a seed of gallery
my only one
as guitars play up here
wind is a child climbing on thru
your hair a land holding fast to where i stand
this ability gold in flow
a sun calendar hangs from here
flying with thunder's magnificence
across tides leading to shore
please advance home
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Summer starts tomorrow.
I feel like singing!
Are you ready for some good times, good times
Are you ready for the summer sun
some summer fun
well the summer is ready for you
No more pencils
No more books
No more teachers dirty looks
No more math or history
Its summer time, we've been set free
Theme song for the movie "Meatballs" :-c