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From the mind boggling depths of the Primordial Soup, to my Ancestors the Baby Chimps, the Baby Sea Crustaceans the Baby Lizards and to Everyone of you I say…

THANK YOU,

شكرا

GRACIAS

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KIITOS

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JE VOUS REMERCIE

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SIPAS JI WERE

OBRIGADO

Mèsi

Diolch

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Tapadh leat

Kea leboha

miigwechiwi’

All translations are from Google translate

except miigwechiwi’ here

photo-on-1-11-17-at-6-49-pmThe words live together on one page as we can on one Earth.

Peace

And

Clarity

Passive Stairway

living

Morphed language to disarm your truth

Redefined words to leave you naked

Now go away and hide while I dance with your shame

Become a shadow

An occupier of the outskirts

While I glory in authoritative repetition

Pick it up and pass it on

you believe it’s true

The circus mirror skews all perception

Clowns clowning in that direction

Until a broken nail hooks your pant

Clarity for a moment

Welcome to twenty-seventeen Kitten

Evyboty so bizy

Decyphering truncated text

scroll swipe scroll scroll

scores of people bowed

Giraffer-ring

To electronic friends and updates

Tiny little box of plenty

We may not talk to one another

we are one world of the meme

Whosit? my turn

Gots shits to do

and the bus don’t wait

hehe you got that right

ya gotta square I like ta smoke and scroll

Take a few and think of the great new year of 2017

and we do our new social order dance

It this retro yet?

 

2017 Happy New Year

Other Things

Dogs howl for something more

I saw them in the yard

My drink went warm

I’m not sure but I think animals are happier alone

I watched them together in their own crowd

Much happier without us

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I was alone when the party came to a close

Everyone decided to leave at more or less the same time

No one was drinking and everyone could drive

I stared at the blank canvas

It waits for me

I mixed the paints

Trying to find that surprising color

I used the pallet knife to get an edge

Slowly the white void grew into a host of colors

The texture would change with each touch of the brush

The beginning of an enigma

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Overlapping pages of my thoughts

It’s okay we saw the play

We understand that the book is not the same

A touch of tragedy

Unidentified I exist

Alive

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This pavement

This car

I’ve driven my emotions

Power switch on

asphalt hypnotic blackness

I watch the reflectors

Fast in my trance

Asphalt is forever

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A cloud never finds peace

though it thunders

though it dissolves

Forever pushed

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The capsized boat didn’t float nowhere

the current did what it could

I watched but sometimes I can’t understand

the Universe slowed

the tide came in

the wreckage disappeared

the sun scorched everything

the clouds wouldn’t dare cover its’ fire

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The colorful dance of twilight waltzed across the hood of my car

The FM stations faded in and out

Then she drove by

There seems to be something else to everything you want to do

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You never had dreams before today

Always searching, wandering, jumping from shadows

Afraid of every false prophet with a poem

Maybe you should have stayed home

you had to be a roller

one night stands

groupie for a band

you wanted to be lonely

Independence never fails

But there are no friends out here on the perimeter

you found out

To caress your loneliness you made friends in you mind

What a fine cell you have built

for no one to enter

and no one to leave

For your consideration: The Past Is Prologue

 

 

(Ripped from YouTube thanks Posters!)

 

The Hollow Men

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

-TS Elliot

Ypsilanti Locomotive

 

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Hello world I am

Here to say thank you Um-Kay

Hello world I am

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Wednesday morning

Consider Calling in sick

Unwrap and wake up

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Rainy weather snow

Cold outside but the truck still goes

slip sliding away

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Lunatics amuk

Sorry slobs blaming whining

Always after thought

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Return Remember

Visit friends and family

Home is in your heart

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-less

Standing on the ebb and flow

Take me to the infinite

Take my hand

We stepped into everywhere

Gilding through the mega verse, the multi dimensional tidal wave crashed, receded and did it again

We expanded into the stars

We were there and over there and here

Let’s

I am so bored with The Zombie.

Another version of The Vampire will truly be exhausting.

A flying zoom in for dramatic effect. A mega-explosion while The Super Heroes glee.

So happy we are of all of us.

The Supernatural may be beautiful but it brings me down.

Throw in the sex scene, you know the one where you can see just about everything, especially facial expressions.

Sprinkle in the gory, shock value and another flying zoom to drive it home. Ninety minutes up already?

No plot to speak of… he loves her, she loves him, she loves her, he loves him, he loves him, him, her and she loves her, him and… you can go as far as you like sex is free.

Mix in a flawed hero, anti-hero, diabolical criminal, evil drug dealer…

Bake with a touching back story of love gone wrong and you have all the motivation you need.

Cause that’s what we expect. Take us over the line of assault, aggression and sexual dysfunction. Shock us even more. Still it’s better than the Roman Colosseum, I think.

Style it up with magnificent technology, sexy gore, vengeful retribution and creepy comforts.

The appeal to my base desires compel me to watch.

If I were President Kennedy I’d say “Ich bin ein Voyeur.”

I’ll be back.

Yeah, well no, okay

 

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Yup I haven’t been there.

Though I’ve seen it on your blog, you world traveler you.

I’ve traveled vicariously through your pictures and words.

I’d love to visit.

But don’t expect me anytime soon.

Cause I’m hard pressed to go anywhere. Neither illness nor disability keep me at bay.

I perform the required activities to pay the rent and pleasantries, to be social.

I don’t seem to have the desire to remove myself from study, contemplation, art and thoughts of The Universe.

I am insanely fortunate. I am thankful

I feel like a pillar of good will sending out the vibe around the world.

When traveling I always feel at home.

If I were to visit I’d travel by boat. A freighter to Northern Europe or Africa and a cruise line to Asia or South America.

The ocean is the route for me. Give me time to absorb the salt air and the vast, intensity of the ocean. Allow me a month or two on the high seas. I wish to experience the very large.

Maybe my ideal comes from growing up on the St. Clair River which runs somewhat north and south between Lake St. Clair and Lake Huron it acts as an international border between Michigan, USA and Ontario, Canada. The St. Clair River is part of a network of global shipping lanes through the Great Lakes which brings goods and resources from around the world to the U.S and from the U.S. to the world. From dreams of being part of the crew to the nightmare of shipwrecks I’m inspired by the risk and the beauty. The magnificent ships travel the world and slowly pass through my neighborhood.

We Are Here…

Dark

…to feel the sand in our toes.

… to feel the glance of desire.

…to suffer the pain.

…to suffer hope.

…to see the green of the grass.

…to witness birth.

…to feel the wind.

…to return a smile.

…to taste greed.

…to know envy.

…to watch the weather.

…to hear.

…to grow.

…to be cold.

…to hate.

…to learn.

…to strive.

We are here to experience it all.

We are here to be a memory and a voice.

We are here to love.

We are here to participate.

We are here to stand witness before God and the Universe