A slightly inclined plane…
Separates the valley from the next level of existence… I know more then I appear to know and less then I think… If I think then I donut know anything at all… I am in suspended silence 3waiting for the next bit of information to let on… As we walk on these slightly inclined planes we learn that tomorrow is a day we can look forward to… Yesterday is a luxury we can afford to enjoy more often… only when we truly enjoy the present… The incline rises as we reach the end of our imagination and stretch to pull into this reality our dreams that are on the edge… With each step forward when we are at this point the incline rises until we are on the edge ready to slip forward or back wards into the past or a free fall into what the future holds for us… Retreat or escape to the future is a philosophy that I have heard spoken loudly and with much acclaim… I do agree with this thought in many ways… especially as the walk becomes steeper and more difficult to maneuver on…I suspect many interesting ideas exist now on this edge… on this radical fringe of the imagination… When one steps from the depths of their own existence into the dance of the social realm they begin to create thoughts that can be used… Creative thought is a challenge for some and a way of life for others…as we struggle on the plane to come out of our own world we create pathways to our own success… Measure the distance you have traversed and you may be surprised by the heights to witch you have gained… I live on a slightly inclined plane… a pathway that points upwards toward the ends… the measure of my wealth or my success is in how much I smile… Climb out and stretch the imagination… I am rambling a bit and getting some where fast… Where that some where is, is any bodies guess today…Slide down to the realm of “normal” thought and enjoy a pleasant day and while you sleep and dream tonight let your imagination run wild into the delight creating waves of fantasy for your unconscious mind to put to good use in the reality you have created for your self…

A long time…
A longer time then once suspected… A time set aside to do what is important and yet it seems longer now then it needed to be… It is after all just time between thoughts… The wisdom that comes with age is missed or looked over until we gain that age where we can once more see… Time is an element we can never store or keep close or have extra of… Time is a commodity that we share, we experience and we enjoy… Time creates memories… Over time… long periods of time the trials we once experienced seem to fade to memories… often times theses memories have little to do with the reality that was… a gentle reminder that time heals and soothes the mind… It is in time that we allow the wounds inflicted upon us or those we inflicted upon others to ease… Old ills die and fade away… It has been a long time anticipated and a long time in memory… it will stay with me for a longer time… I may wish for things that are different… for a diversity or for a path other then the one I am on…I control that… I set in motion the ability to do such things… it is me that changes the course of my life… External elements such as time are the tools used to excuse the dealings we find ourselves in… In all the daze there is one to find or take to task… In the end the factors that dictate to us are the factors we allow to effect us…

The change of time smoothes the rough road we have traverse to get from there to here… In a moment that may change and I will recall in full detail the actual time… I have done that in some instances usually ones that are fine works of art… times worthy of such detail… memories of time so special it is worth the storage space… It has been a long time in arriving but the time will get here and I am knot in a hurry for it to get here any faster then it needs to be… I wish for a time and I want the time… yet the time will get to me when it is time to get to me… I set aside the time and allowed fate to carry the endless dream a little further on down the line… When it is time I will get on with it and get down to it and experience it as best I can… Time is the essence in witch the day is measured… each day is held up to the quality of delight it generates in your memory…

Seeing the unseen…
There are so many colors in the rainbow and in the flowers that surround us… There are ways things should be and ways to see things other then the way they should be… There are so many colors in the morning sun and the evening setting of the sun that we should use every one… Pictures should be painted with the colors of the rainbow… the entire palette of the imagination set free to cover the canvas of each and every day… What is unseen by me is seen by others… What I see is other then what is seen by say another… What words I hear are different then the words spoken or even some times the intended meaning of the words spoken… There is a magical influence in the time of the day… the course of the night time air rich with the sweet smell of the imagination… What is unseen is still known to the unconscious mind… What is unheard by the ear is still recognized by the brain as a sign of some thing going on… An instinct that we know more then we can recall… Intelligence is never a measure of worth… nor is it what we bring to the process… the ability to get on with what we do…Silence is a pattern of exploration… of internal joy… of knowing… of seeing what is unseen by others and knowing that they are unable to see what you see and to smile… When the words touch another soul… touch another conscious or unconscious mind and trip a delight such that music speaks… or pictures talk…then you are seeing what others fail to see in the daylight or night time hours… Magic happens when time is taken to speak what is in ones heart or in their soul… We are never more then we dream but always more then we believe… We have the capacity to see what is unseen by others if we just allow ourselves the belief that it is possible…

A gentle smile…
People weave parts of the tapestry section by section… Each small piece is created by a soul… another person who touches us or is touched by us in some way… I was once lost and found my way by the touch of a special some one… They are close by but knot near… and when I am in their presence I am in awe of the delight in witch they share… I am surprised by the need to know more… that was so deep at one time is no longer needed or felt… I have gone on to other places and created a better life for me… I know what I am good at and what I am capable of… I have gone on to success in my life… I know my way and my way knows me most of the time… That part of my tapestry is colorful and captivating… I some times allow my hands to touch that magical place and feel the intense wonders that are within there… I smile a great deal when I think of words shared and mysteries wondered about…The light that is tripped is a light of knowing and with knowledge comes the end to the fear that once limited us in words or in actions… My tapestry is covered with touches of other souls… with the hand of a master or apprenticed crafts person… it has smiles sewn into it by many and touches of darkness placed there by actions taken that I would have rather color differently…Still that is what my life is…all the colors of the rainbow touched upon by souls like you… Never forget that you may be the color that ignites a passion in some one that has laid dormant all their life… The reason you touched their life was to spark that desire, that passion and that creativity that has hidden inside them for years… always remember that we do add color to one another’s tapestry… to one another’s life…

Some thing special…
There is some thing special in her smile… in her words… in the way she holds her head… in the way she deals with life… There is a magical element to her being that transfigures the day…There is some thing special in the sight that she brings to each day… When I sit to take hold of her she is gone… When I had the chance… the time… the presence of mind… When I had the passion… the desire or the dark elements to step forth inside me… She slipped from my fingers and was gone… When I glowed and was filled with peace and pure desire or love she glows within in… There is some thing special about her that is worth searching for… that is worth holding her endlessly… Magic happens each and every day when she is close to me… Sparks fly and words flow with her… A shared magical element… always two never one… used to hurt… used to bring about tears or anguish… a sadness of thoughts of what could never be… time heals those wounds… sets the broken bones and allows the body time to remember other times, other places, other elements of life worth more… Now when I think of her… I am challenged to enjoy that we will always be a part of the fabric of each other’s lives in close and passionate ways… always two… magical creatures together in a life filled with wonder, magic and the colors of the rainbow… I am delighted each day by the dream, the desire, the wish of her inside me… She is a muse to me, a friend, a lover, a passion that is endless and effortless… She is some thing special… worthy of my thoughts… of more then I can ever present to her… When I asked the Gods for some one to love they sent me her… and what a gift she has been… I never said the Gods didn’t have a sense of humor for they also granted me the wish to her…

Some get it…
Some just get it while others Miss Opportunities… Some take to it while some walk away from it… Some find the path easy to traverse while others see the same path as a great challenge to climb… The different perspectives lie… The diverse paths to the same end… a religious experience pattern… all paths lead to the same end… all paths are good ones… all paths serve a porpoise to the one who walks upon it… Some get what is there while others just get to the other side… Some wonder while others learn really learn… I suspect I have done a rather odd set of all of these things at one time or another… Some get what is being taught consciously and others get it knot knowing the details of what they know…Some will use what they learn and others will ignore the possibilities of what they have acquired and lead normal and wonder filled lives… Others will take what they have learned and pervert its intent…the possibilities are endless opportunities for using what we have used to enrich our lives…

It is time to be silent for awhile… It is time to use what is learned in another sense… I have always felt and known that for me the passion is in the words I write… More so then in the words I speak… The desire to be other then I am no longer exists as strongly as it once did… I suspect because I have changed… The essence of it is that I have knot noticed a great alteration until I look back on the way I used to be… Logical I once was… one way, one path, one road to walk… The diversity of living delights my senses… now more so then before… As I go along I real eyes that time is for using to gain the wealth that I desire… witch I know is different then the wealth that others sense…Some will get just what they wish or ask for… I will take a different route to the same end… I will never be what I once dreamed of or thought I wished to be… I will be some thing much more silently…

Letting it go…
I stood face to face with an alternative me… A ghost of who I was once and liked to pass on to a memory… Every so often this rather odd element of me would appear out of the laughter or the tears that entered my life… It was I reasoned a necessary part of me that needed to find a home in the newer me that I was changing into… In time I realized that it was a part of me that was refusing to stop… that was refusing to change for no good reason… no good would only come of keeping this elemental… It was me that had to let it go… I had to step away from that part of me and move on to another part of my life… I let go a great many old ways of looking, hearing or feelings things and took on new ways… I am still changing… adapting to the world as I age… as I experience life… I have opened the door ways and let the world inside… An interesting experience I might add…There is a sadness that a guardian has… for they serve the greater good…without interfering in the decision of another they guide… they influence and then they step back away… they are always two never one… they never become part of they always remain apart so to aid… As our eyes open we become more like that then like we were before… At least that is my interpretation of it… Time to let go of the need to be a part of so much of what others wish of you and to take on the elements that you desire to be a part of… There is a great spiritual call inside you… the adventure begins… in that realm as the one in reality come full circle… Life is rather color filled and getting more so…

Off times…
Often I am knot able to grasp the connection… Often I am looking in the wrong place for what is and what is knot… Often I am off in the some where else when I should be in the right here and now… Often I am other wise when the wise drums play… Often I am out an about when I should be together and focused… Often times I am on the southern side of life when the northern skies are threatening… Often times I am where I should be at the wrong time in the wrong state of mind… Often I am in the wrong place with the right frame of mind at the wrong time… Often times I am unable to deal with the mysteries that are unfolding around me… Often I am unprepared for the wonders offered to me… Often times I am unaware of what my words say or do… Often times I am selfish and foolish… Often times I am who I used to be instead of who I want to be… Often times I am off center and off base and off being other then I am… Often times I am late when I should be early and early when I should stay late… Often times are what they are and knot what I remember them to be… Often the day is nicer, calmer, more beautiful then I can possibly imagine… and then there are those often times when I can sit and just sit and spin the time about listening to the heart strings strum and hold a hand endlessly hoping for a moment for the earth to stop and let me off to stay in that here and now for all eternity… Often I think my life is wonderful… Often times are what they appear to be and then not so passionate as I would delight them to be… Often times I have spoken when I should have remained silent and acted when I should have remained inactive… I have tended to learn in a slow and rather pane filled process… Often times are what they needed to be so that I did step forward to learn by my own passion… I have found in the long run it is much better to remain silent to those other then the ones that I care most about… Often times are created from the necessity to speak of created Miss Understandings… Often times are more then we dreamed them to be…These are the times I am off and wandering about… These are the times when the search is greatest… When the need inside me over takes the logic… These are the places and wonders that make we slip, slide or step when I should side step… One step forward and then two back to go around the wall created by illogic when logic would have been nice to have… Often times I wished for the playing of the wise drums before I got into it rather then after… Wisdom is the ability to have experienced a lot of life at an early age… Experience breeds wisdom… more then just a intuitive knowledge… Donut ask me what this is for or where this is going to… I am unsure enough to just let it go… Often times I write for the porpoise of finding out just where in all get out this is going… Off times are those places and moments in time that no where seems the right way to go… Off times are the rhythm and the rhyme out of sequence… A place where the words and music are knot on the same page… Off times are those places in time with time that are uneasy to the body and the soul is off searching for a greater meaning in what appears before the eyes… I am slipping away… sliding over the edge and I can’t find a foot or hand to hold… Often I wonder where have all the wonders gone off to… and then I notice they are still there I in my off time have forgotten to look in my own back yard…

Dragons…
I have a dragon that sits on my shoulder breathing fire… A cute little one that searches for the illusion to count in… A spirited version of a much larger giant of my imagination… Some day when the time is right I suspect I will see the real elements of my own imagination come to life and take their place next to me on either side of the gate to guard the entrance to the closed and sheltered place… My place is guarded as is known to those who have tried to gain entrance… The door opens to butt a few far between… It is knot by choice… it is by need that the door swings open… Upon each side sits the dragons or the guardian twins… They shelter, secluded in the shadows the passage ways, the alleyways… the garden paths… are all watched and protected from the arrows that coarse through… I suspect the day will come when another will settle in and walk inside this place… So far only two have strolled there… The dragons smile for they know the truth in what seems to be a dream… They sit among the green curled around a fire rolling from them… whispering to the winds to lift them above the illusion…There is a magic shared and exchanged by us all… The guardians, the guarded and the magical creatures that share this place…

New old music…
A recollection of other times… The transformation of ideas in new music that is old… The spirit springs forth in the older tunes sung by the new artist of the times… Time less words and melodies stay that way…A the same time they trip the delights fantastic to explore those older artists and to listen to the new old music once more like for the first time… Some times a single guitar strikes a louder chord them a full orchestra… Sit and listen to a few of the older ones that delighted your days… I am living the new music once thought to be old once more…

The circle…
The circle that is my life is rolling about… I have faded to a lighter shade and grown impatient with my struggle to be me… A gentle rolling from point to point… A listening to some old words, old songs, old music tickling my fantasies… Harry Chapin wrote about life being a circle and while I listen to his words and the music I tend to agree… It is one of those songs that we all can sing for it is encouraged… demanded of us… taken to the limits of our expectations… a song that says some thing… wonderful about life… about our constant process of moving forward… All my life I have wondered about what it is we need to do and the shape that comes to mind is a circle spinning around and around… day to day… month to month… year to year… I have grown… difficult knot to… still feel the same… The process is a spin one day at a time… progress in a split second… Keep on rolling along… The circle is unbroken as is the cycle of life… the elements that make up the earth… the rain… the sky… the air we breathe… in constant motion toward the next transformation… All my life has been a circle of delights… a circle of learning… a circle of creativity… I have a bit of the Kat, a bit of the light foot… a bit of the queen… a bit of the Bob… a bit of the Reg… a bit of the best of and a lot of the best of what I played in my own dreams… Even the best of times have to end… have to have a place on the circle… Have to have a door to enter and a door to exit through… The circle begins with a single kiss and ends with a different one… I have a bit of each memory inside this restless turning passion… All of this and so much more…

A thought…
Maybe I think of you because it is write to do so… Maybe I think of you when I am writing words that I wish you to hear… Maybe I think of you because we have touched each other and found a magical connection over space and time… Maybe I think of you and wonder… Maybe I just think of you because I wish to… Maybe the thoughts are not the best that they could have been… Maybe they were of thoughts that should never have been… Maybe they are of times before or of times yet to be in another time… Maybe they are just dreams of times I wish could be or they are just fantasies that I have created to fill my day with imagination…Maybe my wanderings of the mind take me to places that are best left in silent thought… I wish some times that you could read my mind and travel with me at those times when we are the experience is more intense then it needed to be butt I would not give any of it up… These are the thoughts that I have of you… the you I miss most… the you that I dream of… The you I wonder about each day as I write to you… I still write to you… every day… every moment… I suspect that in time all the others may find out that the deepest is saved for the muse that I write to…The door only opens for one to step inside… I still wonder… I still dream… Maybe all those thoughts I have are so that you know… and will always feel the passion of those thoughts and the volumes of words showered upon your being… The first, the last, the entire present is the gift that you are… it was my only thought even when perverted… it was the single most important thought I have ever had in my life…

Getting down to what is the cause of it all…
Stopped dead in my tracks I spun around to hear the voices screaming over the sounds of my own disturbances thundering inside me… I stood stone cold frozen in place… searching for the ability to move in some direction… What held me tightly would not let go… wood knot allow me to breathe… or speak… only to listen to the sounds thundering towards me…The sense of being held tightly… almost captive… but still comforting… a guarded sort of power surrounded me… a certain style of magic… a crisp set of awareness floating about me… Aware of the sounds… the directions… the words each spinning freely… each set in motion to ignite a madness… an answer to questions knot yet asked… answers to future wanderings of the mind… Transfixed in place… the ability to move taken from me I listened… I stopped for what seemed like an eternity… I got down to the edge… I got down on my hands and knees to escape to be free but found no way out… through me the sensations crawled… into each molecule of my being until the massage was completed and the words had meaning… beyond the script… beyond the near term… beyond the past and into the future… I got down to what was… and stood up smiling once more… Creative inspiration be aware… ignited passion screams louder when hidden… words leap when silenced… songs of protest find a way out into the open…

Little to talk about with any one…
There is very little I have to say that is worth talking about…I suspect that in time I will be able to seize upon a word or two and write down some thing of relevance… Until then I will continue doing what I seem to do best and place my thoughts on a variety of what I think of on a given day here among the runes… Over the last few weeks I have slipped into a silence of writing when it comes to notes or letters to any one in particular… Knot that I wanted to butt because I have become rather busy with other things at the moment… Those other things are a degree or two off from where I wish to be so now that I have put them behind me now and learned from them I can return to doing what I do best… Though I have to admit I suspect that most people are not sorry that I stopped… I have heard little… I am beginning to wonder if any one reads the dribble I put out at all… lol… There is nothing like a good conversation to arouse the memory banks… There is nothing quite like the give and take of an interesting give and take… I will freely admit that it is rather nice to be back in the saddle so to speak and be wanting to express my opinion on a variety of thoughts… Just like the sun also rises the sun also sets and the middle is just a crossing of a bridge from the beginning to the end of time… When it ends the end is a door closed on what was so that now we can go forth with delight in hand and ignite another passion on another day in another place… Like I said there is little for me to talk about… writing on the other hand is endless…

Looking around…
The gift of sight… the gift of being able to see the day colored brightly about hue… I am in awe of what I didn’t see… I am in a state of wondering what it is that took this view of the world from me… It always existed just behind a shade that I never saw right in front of my eyes this shade clouded my vision of the world… I look around now more care fully aware of the filters I use to eliminate and separate what I see… The same could be said of the sounds… the lively banter of life… and the sense of touch that permeates all things… The gifts I have are what they appear to be gifts of living… of life… of the beauty of this place we share… Look around and learn to fly… learn to squeeze every ounce of joy from each and every day… Take a tip and get high on the thought… the wish, the dream… a fantasy of what life can be…

Cold Wave…
A cold wave struck me… it appeared from the side and crashed upon me… I took the time to whisper to the four winds… and just as I spoke the cold waters swept over me… Those wishes could have been anticipated if I had been a bit wiser in my dreams… But dreams to me are for creating illusions that are worth having… I will take the cold waves every now and again if I know the wish created the dream that then created a reality that while it may knot be perfect it is in the right direction… The cold wave woke me up… and told me of other things other ideas and other places that needed a look and a listen…

Musical Interpretations…
Left to the mind… each of us will take from the melodies what we can… we will search for an inner meaning and let the music fill the void within us to feel, to step inside the artist’s mind… We can some how forget that the music is not interpreted by us… the music interprets us… there is an interesting twist in that logic… interesting that there is a certain truth to what music means to a life time of memories… tripped by the sound of a single melody… A few lines of lyric and the words all flow back to the mind… Take me back to the other times when time has cured the hurt, the pain of living it then… I have been interpreted musically over the decades of my life and while I define the era I am the now as much as I was the then… Music is an expression of life as much as any thing else we do…

A softer shade…
I have taken on a softer shade… I prefer to fade a bit and as I do that I suspect that some will take it as a ignoring of them… While it may appear to them as that it is more of a search then a hiding or ignoring of any particular person… When I dislike some thing about me or I find an element of me that I need to change I do that… The change is some times small and unnoticed by some and at other times like now it is rather profound and deep one… I am not avoiding any one… I am avoiding me… searching for the correct path way to get the best of what was… to hold on to that really tight and then to let go of those elements I no longer wish to carry forth with me… A much less intense me appeared on this side of the change… Now that is not exactly what I was searching for yet it is better then the older me… This much younger me is less likely to deal with frustration in the same way… I am taking longer to get back to or even to answer some mail… A rather odd sort of thing for me… This shade is softer… a more pale version of the wild, innocent and dancing me that once was… Some may ask what caused the change, the need to change after all I seemed to be very much a happy sort… That is true… and I still am with who and what I am… change is inevitable… and the reasons are personal… and they will remain that… Yet I hop[e that all stay as close as they were… A slight step is all I took… to allow the intense structure in me to find a center that is more use full… I have adopted a softer shade so I can deal with my hiding nature related to adversity… I am a person of letters… a person who needs to write and to correspond would probably be a better word for what I do… knot in the usual sense but in a more emotional or spiritual sense… This change was unavoidable and necessary for my own growth… I real eyes that it may appear different to some but it is what it is… Life goes on and we all take a chance that we will be able to deal with what is placed before us… Unfortunately I am the best I can be when I am unnoticed… and unnoticed is where I will return to… I seek the sanity of the edges of reality… the words will flow once I am there to confide in what elements await my future wanderings… I donut apologize for being me… or for doping what I feel is in my own best interest… As a matter of fact I am pretty happy that I have taken this turn for the better mint of what I have surrounding me… Sarcasm will get me every where at once… and in some respects know where very fast… One need only over stand the unreal to see the reality as it fades to a lighter shade… a softer shade of what life can be…

The song…
Does it really remain the same or does it change each time we sing it? I suspect the later more then the former… Can we actually repeat perfectly the sounds we just uttered? I suspect the song… the melody changes in tempo… in rate… in rhythm… in beat… and I also know the words are altered over time to add a little bit of this or that to the singers mood… Slow it down… speed it up… Like the changes we make to improve the mood within us… It is time to pump you up… and the song does that wonderfully aware am I of the delight that is centered in the words of another’s song… One of the joys of writing is in listening to the lyrical quality of another’s words upon the sound of the wind… As I lose sight… or as my hearing fades a bit over time… I can still feel the melody within me… I can still sense the words upon her generating the cause and the effect… The song sends a massage to the entire being that the words or the music alone cannot… The song never remains the same it is always in flux to find the perfect spot to caress…

A bit frustrated…
I am a bit frustrated with the technology that surrounds me… I wish for a day when theses machines are full filling their destiny and providing the necessary help to the human element that they are designed to do…Once in a long while they do seem to reach and grasp the level that they were designed to reach… Most of the time they are a great source of frustration… The remnants of witch are scattered about… I have been struggling with the new computers, servers, printers and the like for a few weeks now and I am about to reach the capacity limited as it may be for this constant need to be tinkered with…I am at the limit of my ability to over stand the need for us to be the slave to the technology… Some one may have to splain that to me Lucy…

A short gathering…
Today we had a short gathering of friends, family and co-members of the group that runs or shall I say directs the operation towards a better tomorrow… We like to agree to disagree so we set to playing at what we do… It is no secret that I donut like to work hard… I have made a rather large project of getting the most done with the least amount of effort on my part… I am really good at it… Really good at it… so good at times that people actually wonder what I do when I am here… What a great way to have fun… I mean if they are wondering then I must be doing what I do as grace fully as so knot to be noticed at all by the ones who work for me and the ones I work for… I do some times wonder if they wood miss me if I suddenly passed on…

The short gathering was a delight for when we go on and on for an extended period of time I get lost in the porpoise of it… Know one seems to mine it as much as I do… I see gatherings as a massive waste of an opportunity to get some thing of value done… When they are short to the point and cover the necessary topics without meandering off on some wild tangent then they serve the purpose… most go off into the atmosphere for hours at a time… I much rather slip, slide and meander on my own… I seem to be able to get more done that way… I amaze myself some times… At how little I seem to do and get the most out of that small amount of fun… A small gem of a stone to carry close to the wonders that spark imagination to run wild and free…

A mystery…
I will remember always the mystery of her… even now after having spent time together… I remember the mystery of her presence… The scent of her air… the beauty in her being… her gentle spirit… The sound of her voice lyrical and inspiring… The feel of her hand… the color of her hair… the smell of the air about her… sweet and perfumed… She will always be a mystery to me… a far off creature that I will never fully know or even hope to… She exists in a reality that is far beyond mine… I have loved her for ages… and for ages I will continue to do so… a far off love that watches over and guides another… a love of a guardian… We share a mystery and I remember when the music filled my heart and the songs flowed from me easily and readily… I no longer expect the mystery to be anything other then what it is… wonderful…

End
In the end there is nothing more to do but to continue on to some where else or to find another way to smile through what life tends to place before me… I should be happy… I should be delighted… I should to wonderfully aware of all that I have… I am sure of being unsure is all… I am happy… I am delighted and I am wonderfully aware of what is and what is not… I am a lucky person in many respects… I am lucky to have been on this journey… I am lucky to have spent the days I have spent… I am a dreamer and a wish her of times yet to be… The end for me is just another place to play with… A spot in time set aside for a closing of one door… A place to cross over from one moment to the next… Every day begins… every day ends… every day crosses over to another… All the wonders of life are contained in those moments… A crisp, flash of stars shot across the sky… a start of a process… an end of an era… So much more is involved in the thought… in the creation of the activities of today… I have much more to do… yet the end calls… to stop and cross over to another place… to begin anew journey… a new way about… to spread more words in the opposite directions…

Making waves…
What I write or say some times makes a wave… well actually all I write makes a wave of some sort… as with all sounds… thoughts… a force is generated and that force makes a wave of motion in the universe… What causes some to be larger and some to be smaller is the amount of others thinking the same or alternative thoughts…

Fore sake end…
The thought that by being involved with some one could leave you forsaken means that you will get what you expect… I have a though on this that you get what you expect because you are looking for it to happen so your actions dictate that you will… Sort of like sorting for what is wrong… you will find it… Fore sake the end and just get right in to the best part the middle and stay there… for the end will come upon you quicker then you expect when you expect it to arrive at any minute and just when you least expected it, it will… fore sake the end for a new beginning and ride Sally ride…

When the words stop…
When the words stop flowing… the answers will elude me… When the inspiration passes me by the illusion that I know more or even have an insight will fade into the void opening inside me… When the song remains the same the day will become less interesting… When the knight falls the day will seem less then what it used to be… When the glow slows to a shimmer the need will increase… When the darkness inside rises the shine outside will fade away… When the words stop the thoughts begin to take root in other places without reason… When the words no longer have meaning… the art of conversation is worthless… When the words stop then the ones written before will have meaning… Until then they are what they are…

The day before the day…
Another day before another day… A day like no other… a day like so many others only different… Rest is assured over this time… The change of time is predicted… The rough sense of my words tell me of times yet to be… I may stay away from the words for a few more days… I may stay away from the need to communicate to another time or place… The words will escape me I am sure of at least that fact… I am remembering other years other times similar to this time… Hugs shared for those that wander another part of reality… What more can I do from afar? At some point in time the end will have to come… there always has to be an end… Pure evil… pure wonder… pure focused darkness… My words have turned a slight dark over the past few weeks… My sight darkened to the elements of life that seem to filter about… The yes then the know more… Take e moment I will to wash the day over… to sing the song of six pence… pockets full of desire… wishes and passion for games to play… Just a day in the old yard… Imagine… just imagine the day before the day when it all begins once more… Some day I may just appear at your door… a smile and a suit case in hand… just to sit and sip tea, to talk, to laugh to cry some long forgotten tears of joy… It be one of those endless days that I must confront… that I must take in both hands and wrestle free of the emotions that are left inside me… The pain will wander free of me… clear sight can be gleamed from the pane once the hurt has been wiped off… My wise drums are less heard of… while my foolish nest is a constant companion to my soul… I should be satisfied and content and happy… and all those things but still I am searching endlessly for another way… another place to sit upon the road and watch the river flow… this is the day before the other day… before any other day… a day as a gate way to the other side into the next day that is the next step onward and upward once more… a day to smile a bit and glow… Imagine that… Imagine the possibilities stretched before the day unto the next day endlessly recklessly abandoned on the side of the road… imagine all the changes taking place at once… perfect changes to enhance the view that we have now… imagine that…

Awaiting game…
Time slips slowly through the our glass… a trip to one side… down an altered ego… Across a spite filled street… a little luxurious pathway… to settle into history books filled with special events… events that define a nation, a people, a city, a time… a generation… What course the day takes us is printed in the words the papers, the minds of the those that lived the day… Take the diary, the journal of the average person and slip into the day as they experienced it… I donut write of such mundane things… I suspect that is why I am read and looked over for a more “normal” view of life… Most want to ride on the bus with others like them… I prefer a bus filled with as much diversity as I can shove on the mother… I asked myself why I would like to sit with people who are like me… I am too fucking boring… lol… Jesus a room filled with people like me wood drive me to the level of insanity I have knot seen in some time… I am awaiting the game to start… I am sitting atop of the pole… over viewing the field of some child’s dream competition ready to lend my support to one or two of the participants… One step closer… two steps farther away…

The shadows…
The edge of being… what lies we tell our minds lurk in the shadows along the edges of our reality… of our fantasies… There is mystery in the dark and knowledge in the light and a transformation occurs in the shadows that border each place… A translucent fading into the darkened space for those that seek answers… for those that wish to dream more, to wish more, to know more now… All must enter the darkness at times of the darkness will surround and confuse… disorient… set one off balance… The other side trips this place with the fear of the unknown… the anger of what could lie to us there… the need to pursue our aggression… into the areas that are knot seen clearly… The shadows hold a truth… a gateway to… a light at the end of the confusion… Into each and from each doorway… a shadow falls at some part during the course of our presence there… in that moment… we choose… the use of that… in that time we sense the porpoise of this lesson learned… this knowledge illuminated before us…

Stir the mix…
Mixing the stirred concoction of thoughts about… A twist of lime on… a twirl of lemine… A carbonated flavor to expel in loud gasps between words… A vocal parade of gas… set to muse at… The mixture has been solved and solutions stirred endlessly to find just the write passage from head to toe… The fires still burn… the joys are still present… The darkest dreams play in the delight of the day… while the wondrous ones cradle the nights air about in peace filled slumbers… Some one saved the knight… some one guarded over the guard… some soul found a place to hide the lies that stole the truth that denied the rest so ended the siege that trapped the hearts in darkness… Almost was good enough once… butt knot always is that true… The butter flies… the fish flies… the wind whispers… the sun shines… the end is just another place to start over… stirring the mixture…

Off the deeper side…
Reality has two sides… a soft side that is one step away from the fantasy and a deep wondrous side that is high and dangerously close to the edge of reality… I prefer to walk the edges of this place then to be on the softer safer side… I prefer the depths to the soft reality that resides here… I am off the deeper side and falling into it slowly at first and then with reckless abandon…

Stepping back…
One step forward two steps back to check the under… the over and the through… One step forward when the time is ripe with anticipation… two steps back to survey the wonders that such actions invite… One step ahead to reach out for the ends of the horizon that we wish to get to… One more day… one more night… one more wish in the solitude that fear brings… One more desire… one more wish… one more dream to comfort a wandering soul… One more hope answered or crushed in the whispers of the winds… One more step back into the fray… two steps back to get a focus on where we are going… One more reach… One more stretch of the imagination to the end… to the very end of the line…One more dream worth dreaming… One more hug worth having… one more smile worth creating… one more small joy in the midst of all the world has going on…

Response to words…
The well is deep… deep with thought and anticipation of what seeps inside its places to refresh our minds, our bodies our very souls need the cleansing properties of what rests just out of sight… What is the trick that sets us apart? What is the trick that gets those in need to comfort those that are not? I suspect there is the acceptance of the lot that fate has caste and then there is the need to just let it all sink in a bit and get on with life… One can worry a lot or one can get on with what is important… and live to the fullest extent taking into account the mortality for once… I suspect that when I am faced with such things… I will some how take it all in the same sort of way… When I think of you and I do a great deal I tend to smile… I am sorry I have not written as much… Life for me is filled endlessly with distractions… necessary distractions that pull me in ever more directions… yet as I sit and think… I get this sense of wonder… a sense of strength… a sense that life flows powerfully in your presence… In my words… with my words… the power of magic… my magic… my touch… extends over an ocean… from one land mass to another… so that the words I write can wrap themselves about you… and if in them you find one small present that illuminates one minute of each day then that is all there is…

I tend to smile a lot when I think of you… smile for I know you are a gift… a genuine present to smile with… What ever the future holds, what ever fate or destiny places before you I know you will have enough… to get on with what it is that you choose to do… I pray each night and while doing so I remember that gift that you are… it is not so important that you see the beauty as the fact that you feel the hand upon your shoulder… the comfort of being… the knowledge of knowing that you are part of some thing magical… I am not sure that this makes any sense at all… at the same time I know that as you have read along the answers to your chain male… have come home to rest within you… I never send the same massage twice… always a different one… always a new one… always a unique change of the obvious… elusive as that is…

Cosmic Jokes…
War, famine, illness, destruction are all the results of life… of living… of prejudices… anger, fear, aggression… they are the outcome of thoughts of selfishness and deceit… As far as being the butt of jokes I am sure enough to be unsure… about the existence of a greater being… I am sure one exists… just witch ones I am unsure about… We are what we are… elusive… conceited… boorish… strong, weak, lazy, industrious… mostly we are the products of our lives and situations… Life is a series of thoughts brought together in a created reality… The course we are on is a combination of life forces… each effecting the others around it… One can knot live without touching another life in some way… In one way we are all cosmic jokes floating or spinning out of control and when we stop the process for us is over and done with and then we will truly know the answers… Until then we just have to sit and to wait it out… Shit does happen… it is what you do with the shit that is important…

A bit off the mark…
The daze are finally warming up enough to walk about… A good way to see is to look… to observe what is going on about us… The need to know more seeps from every pore… every inch of our beings… I stretch to find the path that will lead me to spend a moment in time with some one I cherish and love… The way is hidden amongst the brambles along the way… One day it will open and I will step though it… and then time will stand still for me… time will close the door behind me and allow me the wonder of just being alive in the present of another’s being… You can tell I am a rather odd sort of writer… I write about the magic of words… of sharing a moment in time with another over the expanse of time and space and still being close… It is good that your life has taken on delights on the outside… The outside is where we all need to be more of the time… Maybe I will find the time to get more on the outside then I have been… Cherish the youth filled spirit… the wonder of being able to explore the endless possibilities that are before you now…

Strange…
It is strange how words some times travel to ones mind when they think of some one else… It is strange how we sometimes feel that some other persons words are better then our own… It is strange that silence is as much a part of a conversation as the words that break the quiet solitude… It is strange that I have missed being me and been off being some one else for a time so that I have a better perspective on life… It is humorous and strange that I thought I needed the time away… It is strange that the witch was in the way all the time… It is strange that time ticks and does not tock as loudly as it used to… It is strange that I am still about… smiling… laughing at me…

Just…
I was off just being… just resting… just thinking… just wondering… just dreaming about other times and places and adventures I wish to have some other time… I was just off being different then I was before… What can I do about being the who I am? I can only do the walk about when the time presents it self… What is this present of time… this illusion of being here and now when we know now is a fleeting place and it quickly becomes a memory… a before now period of the recent past… Always seems to be passing me bye and bye…

Walking the line…
The thin nests of porpoise threaded in the between times… wrapped around the reality is a fantasy of thoughts… wishes… dreams of other times yet to be and ones from before life took on this serious nest that we some times wear… Interesting to be blessed with an imagination… that springs endless words… endless alternatives to the threaded lines… Dough knots… yummy…

Rumbling about…
The days turn over one another… the nights illuminate the passion one feels in the words they write… the dreams are more a creation of a wish then the process of the unconscious mind running wild… I am a bit of a rumble… a tumbling process rolling with the dice to see where they will land and what numbers will come of this… I suspect that the challenge for me is in the starting once stopped and the stopping once started on this path… When I arrived in the circle life took on a new meaning… one touch and the journey begins… I will know the questions when the answers appear before me… until then I will enjoy the ride…

A hug…
Some days there is a need to have some one reach out and for know reason to hold you in their arms… Some days the need is so strong and at others it is knot so strong… some days it is a need that fills the voids inside you… when those arms touch your being you feels free once more to let the tears flow… and the shear joy of just letting go is the leap of faith… the shoulder holds your head… arms support you… and you can close your eyes and know it is there… a simple hug… a sharing of contact over space… over time… over a world away… enjoy…

The end…
I have come to the end of what lies ahead… I have scene the sorry state of mind and come to a conclusion that reminds me of choices that must be made… What color is this that plays a part in my wondering? I wonder what is and what is knot? Well anyway I have come to the end and was wondering how do I know it is the end? It could after all just be anew place to start… and just when I thought I could rest too…

In the moment before you die, what will your last thought be of?
An interesting question… My last thoughts may be of you… or of some other friend I have knot yet seen… It may be of my family or of a special friend or two… It may be of all the things I always wished to do butt never got around to doing… It may be of the joys I had in this life or the difficulties I had… It maybe of what I was destined to learn having now scene what it was… It may be of the porpoise I struggled to find… It may be of the book of my life filled with the information of my life now gone and into history… It may be of the course the other side will take… It may be of the times I had and the ones I am about to have… I may dream of others and worry less about me… I suspect that my passing will be a peace filled one… I suspect that my dreams… my hopes… my desires… my passion will have been for some thing other then pure pleasure… lol… In the moments before I pass I will be sure enough to be unsure what I will be thinking of… a mixture of anticipation… fear… and adventure…

On the passing…
Every so often… sounds are no longer necessary… Every so often words are useless… Every so often actions stand alone… as solitary messages… Every so often we just need to sit back and enjoy the view… whether that be a thing of beauty or a horror movie… Every so often we are powerless to control the activities of others… Every so often we wish, we desire… butt still we cannot change the outcome… it is what it is… Some will turn from it… some will face it… some will place it in memory for another time… some will feel justified by it or use it as a means of justification… Some will wonder about the need… and others will wonder about the reaction that is sure to come…

Every so often one should just step outside themselves and listen… to the sounds of the play that is unfolding… One can be at the opera or one can be in the opera… both are ways to experience the moment… the director must be both… in the moment and able to experience the moment… the musicians, the actors… must be the moment… they must be enriched by it… surrounded by it… entranced in it… a single operating mechanism… consisting of many parts… the director has no such luxury… They must remain on the line straddling the beauty of their vision against the actual… a most difficult balance…

Every so often we need to remember that one day does not constitute a life time… that one moment does not define a career… that one solitary setting does not illuminate an artists dream… Every so often we need to remind ourselves that opportunity knocks consistently at our doorsteps… That there are as many ways to get the point across as there are eyes to see the other side… Every so often we need to remember what it was like to be them… and then to remember the ones that had the most influence on us when we were them… at that moment life gets much simpler… much easier… and much more delight filled…

For a man of many words I have said enough… I have spoken a number of times and watched from afar the beauty of the game unfolding… There is knowledge in the artists hand… in his vision… in the colors that he chooses to use… There is delight in the words that he speaks in the message he conveys to those who listen… The skill I have in the written word is not conveyed well in the spoken word… The artistry is knot there it is clouded by emotions of the moment… be that delight or fear… A child is a open book… a blank canvas ready to be filled… I often wonder what we fill them with… do we get the message across… I have had all kinds of teachers… coaches… people who have inspired me to be a little better then I was… some by shear force of will and others by the wonder of what they spoke…

Floods…
There are floods and then there are floods… There are floods caused by water falling on dry dusty earth so parched and hard from lack of rain that the water runs along its surface filling the river beds and streams to over flowing points quickly and suddenly without much warning the lands are filled with water… Then there are floods that occur over time… the slow progression of water onto the earth steadily saturating the earth such that no more can be absorbed into her… Finally there is the storm that causes the deluge of water over a day or two that fills all the voids in the earth and the sheer force brings down homes, washes away places that have stood for decades and leaves nothing but destruction in its path… There are floods of sounds… floods of words… floods of color to fill a day… There are dreams that we envision that we should have and dreams we wish to avoid having… There are those days when fate seems to flood us with opportunities and possibilities to be better then we are… Other times the opposite seems true… a flood of obstacles to prevent the best in us from appearing… There are many floods upon the land in our time… Many times to watch the rivers swell with pride or overflow with imagination… Many opportunities to see the destruction caused by the waters that ravage and decay the land only to renew its properties on some other place… the constant change due to the flow… the rise and fall of the tides… the cycle of rains… the seasons of the year… Much like life floods are a part of what is and what is knot happening… Floods alter the fields of your dreams while changing skies open up to reveal the sun… behind the clouds… ready to start the cycle once more… Floods are a way of life… a flood of laughter… of tears… of happiness… fill the mosaic of what is and what is knot…

On Being…
Questions abound in spring… Many more are visible to the naked eye then in other times… Summer hides the trees that are so fragile in winter and spring… The need to step away and to find solace in the coolness of the grass… the warmth of the suns light upon my face… What was once seen as delight is reflected in ones eyes when they sparkle… What was once envisioned as a need is seen as a want or a desire after much thought and a blink of an eye the tide changes and the worries of yesterday are swept away… I have spoken of being irrational and far afield of reality… I suspect that is where I am today… Away from the roar of the crowd involved in the wonder of the day… I have missed quite a few opportunities to shine a bit… While involved in my own nest of thoughts… In my own way of thinking… In my own mode of being… The tracks of tears flow down ward… while the smile they generate fills a void in time… the emptiness of time rises and falls like the ocean’s tides… I could never be what I suspect I already am… Happens when we least expect it to… I am a traveler on a lonely path way heading south when north is the way I wish to go… Some times a short excursion away from what you desire is needed to know you already have what is important… The end is just another day to start over… I have answers to questions I donut know existed until I found the answers… I have questions that will never be answers in this life time… I have a sense that my porpoise was to be a pain in the ass… and nothing more… I am knot gone I am away from being the who so many thought I was… Tough when the finder gets lost… for who finds them?

Getting the change…
Each day turns over the ones previous and the ones yet to be in a magical twist of perspectives… What or who we were yesterday can be easily reinvented over a cup of tea… a name is butt one of those perspectives… A set of symbols in line over a network of possibilities the time to smile exists more and more… The keeping of the head in tact with the realities of life… I got the change… I took hold of the words and have placed them close… what more is there? What time will take… me over to the other side of another set of mad nests that I may wander in… What a day!

Waking up…
In the solitude of my own way I have struggled to begin anew way of seeing… Life can be a challenge or it can be an opportunity… Life can be real or a fantasy of the mind… A dance so to speak danced slow and easy over decades of time… A rampage of movements that fill the voids… that exist within our minds… One party after another… one in joy mint after another… one smile after another… life is a what it is for those of us who wish it to be…

A series of thoughts…
What lies here are series of thoughts that spring up and out of my mind… What lies I tell myself I tell them boldly and openly from my Irish need to speak the bull… The gift of words twisted and manipulated to serve the purpose of the speaker or writer… I could if I wished go on with my life in another way… I was once and still am a shy person of many gifts… What those gifts are still mystify me…

When is a concept best left to those that are doing… When is now the point at witch one is doing what their hearts desire is… When is a time some where other then the place one finds themselves… for then the question is not when butt turns to how much or wow… When is a conceptual framing of time… When is a memory past or a future wished or dreamed about… When is now only when it is happening as we speak… When is the time set aside to do what is in ones heart when is now that we are doing what we have dreamed of for a long, long time…

One series of thoughts build upon another series of adventures… I am wet. Cold and tired of building the shelter in the rain… I am preoccupied with the child that plays inside me hidden behind the façade of adult hood… I can be an a dolt as easy as any older personage can… I choose to be the who I am rather then be the who that others expect of me to be… A child is born… and they stay a child…

Another bridge is forged over a river of dreams set aside… set to play across this bridge are the thoughts that one has while dreaming… Are dreams thoughts conscious and alive or are they wishes that will never come true? I suspect they are both and neither… I suspect life will turn a tide and give us what we need and then what we want will appear on the horizon and we will be left with answers to questions we have not even asked ourselves yet… What can we do with all this Miss Information? What can we do with the changing river beds? What can we do with the change we have received from the money we have already spent? Build a bridge… span an open space… across a distant land… join two opposing points of view into one…

Knot all that is seen is visible… knot all words are true… knot all life is in question… knot all music soothes the soul… knot all that sings is what it is… there is more underneath a word then meets the eye of the reader… Some times the real meaning is discovered after a time… Knot all the world is there for the picking… Some times a bit of cultivating is required before one can reap the rewards of the soil… Some one must call out to the world… some one must pretend to be what they are not… some one must do all the things we dream about so that the reach is possible… the stretch of the imagination is still within the realm of reality… Unreal imagination feeds the future… realistic imagination feeds the here and now…

A some what odd occurrence happens in a pill box hat… a pill box… sets to my mind a variety of objects… the least of them a hat… a pill box a place to have pills to use for the day or to keep your supply that must be taken over the course of time… A pill box is also a term used for a fortification… none of witch seems to fit a hat… Where did that come from? Odd things will happen to those that have such a feature upon their heads… A site to be scene and concentrate fire upon… Nice to have protection in one sense and then it is a site to be focused upon…

A violet change to another color… a reddish need to slip a bit out of me… I am more of a blue sort of person who requires the colors of the sky… the soft nest of the clouds… the tenderness of the knight to cradle me… A little green shines upon my eyes and I twit with anticipation of the warmth of spring… What is this shade of color that trips my imagination to wonder? A sudden change back to what came before… A limited pallet this has… Yes, a little violet to change the perspective… A little richness of color for those of us to grasp… A time to step away from the confines of the black, the white and the some times gray areas that exist in reality and to open the mind to the endless possibilities of colors… The bed rises… the sun sets… the dream appears in my arms… in my wishes and dreams… I listen to the river speak to me… I whisper to her waters and she washes over me delighting my sense with her being… a cool, drink and she is inside me… coloring my world and me with imagination… a blanket of colors… a mosaic of designs… an endless progression of delight… fantasy and wonders… The colors we choose to be ar ethe ones we choose to dream about and while I am more of a wonder then a wanderer I still have both inside me… The sight of a rainbow illuminates the child inside us all… A change is necessary… yes violet for a while… or maybe red… or maybe a little…

More imagination trips… More lively diversions to the other side of madness… A singular approach to finding out what color mystifies? What color divides? What color shimmers and fades? What color strikes the feminine side? The manly side… The child in all of us… The violet nature appears within us all… More imagination trips… more fantasies of color to live within our lives… More of the fun one can have walking about in a world filled with the wonder of a vivid imagination…

I keep loosing my insanity some place and I can’t remember where I placed it… Fun da mental as it may seem to having a good time laughter is a most Miss Understood need… Know matter and you will be able to get to the small chunks faster then those of us who see the big picture… Simply by changing do we cause others to alter their view of the world… Who loves who is not as important as the fact that they do in fact love…

The color of the sky delights my imagination… be it the wind swept white mixed with blue or the dark blue to black of night… or my favorite shade of blue that illuminates the early spring daze that I have become so fond of…

In the finding…
The search has been going on for some time… I still haven’t found what I am looking for… I suspect that I never will… I suspect that the act of searching is what excites me the most… the adventure of the exploration… the in depth study of each daze… the time to step forth and wonder while the heat of the moment rises and falls… When knowledge creeps in, in blasts of thunder… where lost thoughts appear in the flash of the lightning that sparks the flame of desire inside you once more… Inn the finding out I have seen the end stretch into a new beginning… A new path to cross or follow… Over time with time I have become accustom to her face… her desires… her passions… her dreams… her wishes… a slow slipping beneath the waves forever to dream with these elements that make her… to share in the wonders of life… The sounds of the water… I am lost in thought… I have missed so very much… missed more then I wished to really… yet there is no way to return to those times… no way to relive the moment just passed… One can only move on to the next step… the next journey…

I have found that I can endure much and that fear is not limited to the fearful… the weak or the defeated… I have found that there is light in all things as well as a way through them to the next place… Over time a space in history is marked with our names… our beings and our souls… the mark we leave is etched in the stones of the earth… At this time mine would be less then I wish it to be… Unlike others that have wandered this great planet before me I will knot leave a great nest I will leave a quiet one… a silent one… one that seeks light and color and is opposed to the anger, the fear and the lack of knowledge… I know a lot about a little and knot enough about any one thing… and each day I find out that I know even less then I thought I knew…

I have found that I miss more now then I ever did… I miss therefore I am… I am alone and asleep… I am forever in a misery of missing and yet delighted at the same time in knowing the pane… of seeing though it to the cause… to being alive… to caring enough about life, about others about love to care and feel the missing… to actually feel deep inside the loss of another… the pain of another… the soul of another… I may succeed in time of actually being human…

Maybe some one will fall upon my words and wonder… just wonder about the person who writes them… Maybe they will reach out as I have done a number of times and find that the person is not that different and then they will move on to find another soul or another and so on down the line over time I guess my words have touched upon a number of people more then I know about… and if one has stopped and made one person smile then I guess I have succeeded in showing a bit of sun light… I have felt for some time that my place in the circle of life was not to acquire friends but to create places along the way… for friends to meet… to touch lives… to learn from one another… then to move on together or apart… I have found that for me the entering and leaving is most intriguing… I some times feel I am running away from what I search for… I started all this looking for a friend… some one who would over stand me… I found that and much more… In the search I realized I had a lot more to offer… yet the message would not be readily accepted… or used… People like to believe that external forces control their lives… the thought that they can alter their life themselves is counter to the life they wish to live… It is easier to accept a world they have no control over then to live in one where they can…

In the finding out I have searched for many things… finding some… losing others… learning really learning more then I have in the previous years of my life… In the finding out I gained a place of peace, a center in my life that was missing… I search for a long time to find what I had all the time… I was paralyzed with fear, fear of failure, fear of looking or appearing as being out of control… fear of loss… fear of gain… a deep seated fear of living… hidden in a blanket of shyness… and self-doubt… I felt unworthy of what I had… Inn the finding out I stepped away from all that and into a lighter place… with gentler souls… with a wondrous appetite for living life in a new an interesting way…

Fuzzy…
Or fury logic… A place to toss or tern a phrase about in all directions… to view alternatives from all sides… at once in general as well as in specific circumstances… Logic says to see what is there… I see what is knot… and smile for it is as real to me as the logic is to others… A tool is butt a tool… while an imagination is a closet filled with ways to accomplish a single task… It may be fuzzy this illogic… still it stirs the soul to creation of colors… I can use that fuzzy logic a bit more…

A change of ways…
Change is not always a big thing… a huge reversal on a path or even a drastic alteration of direction… change is the simplest of things… a minor tweak in witch we do some thing… Going left instead of right… traveling a back way instead of a high way… smiling instead of frowning… a word instead of silence… a hand stretched out in comfort… a hug… a tear… all simple acts of kindness… all inspire change… a growth away from an old way into a new way of learning…
I guess I have changed my ways over time… Some of it is by the act of time itself… I am older… some what wiser and certainly knot as able to deal with the methods I used to use… Some of it is the wisdom of learning new and better ways in witch to accomplish a desired result… some of it is in dealing with the constant incremental changes that are happening around us each and every day… I was blind to many of them and now I sea the delight that these pushes bring… I have learned to retreat to the future to see what she holds for me…

I am about to embark on a quiet time… An extension of the daze into the night time air… I can tell the mist that cool my thoughts and calm my soul… I can step into the waters of the hot tides that ebb and flow over me… I can feel the relaxation creep up through me… I am alone and at peace… A change of ways brings solitude for a time… Quiet time to find the inner peace we all need… the center of our being… I am alone here amidst the fires of my own making… I am aflame in the desires of my own world… I strike a chord… a symbol of hope… a possibility that offered her hand to me… A slight change of my ways made it all real… made it all happen… made it all worth living for…

Protective…
I am very protective of my way… I conceal it among the bushes that line the other way… I hide the entrances and exits in plane sight…the elusive obvious to those with the ability to see them… Once you have traverse the path you can find it again and again butt until you gain a foot hold it is blind to your sight… It is a leap of fate to find it and once found it can never be lost… I am protective of these things… these ways but even if I was open to sharing them all… few would see them… few would see past the illusion to the reality that lurks behind the wall… I am knot an easy target to hit… The instinct to protect is very strong… very real… very much alive and well inside me… In time I will learn when and with what degree but for now it is nice to feel that I can provide the coverage onto those that need to rest within the confines of my embrace… What is life without a bit of the protective spirit in all of us? What is the porpoise if we cannot shield those we love and keep them close?

A little off…
A slant to the words… a direction other then straight forward… a classic example of italic versus block… light versus bold… A direction going off to the right side… After all I am more “normal” being right handed… Closer to the average person in many respects I am… The off beat side is closer to me… In my ideas of what should be… In my mind I am responsible for me for what I say, what I do and for the actions of those that I love… An interesting degree or challenge to be responsible for them also… Part of life’s twists… Part of seeing the danger in the light as well as the wonder in the darkness… Is to be aware that they are both contained in all lights or absence of lights…

When I have a few moments I will stop… and I will remember that it is important to take time for me… At this point right now it is difficult to know the difference… between me and the world in witch I live in… hectic… chaos… joy in that motion… a lively turmoil of thoughts floating about endlessly searching for a place to land and take root…

A comment…
I have been writing now for a few years… I have gone through a number of times when I thought I would never write again… When I took my words and went some place else… I hid them from others… I just stopped… I felt alone and tired and Miss Understood… The way a good artist should in some respects… lol… I have in those times always felt the joy of writing… for the sake of writing… I never once wrote for recognition of what I was writing… I am not a poet, or novelist or columnist or anything of that vein… I am a person who writes down his thoughts…

I started a few years ago writing to a gentle kindred soul who I share a special bond with… It is who I write to most of the time I guess… Over time our relationship has changed, grown as we have grown… she is a special she that is a large part of my life… Many a note is inspired by her smile or her laughter… the sound of her voice or the whisper on the wind… My thoughts are with her each day and while I have my own life and she has her own life we each have a part of the other’s life… It is inspiring… That is the interesting thing about a muse… the drive to be creative… it fills every void and pore of your existence…

Many years later I sit atop of a large pile of writing and wonder where it all is going to… I donut seem to be able to finish what I start of even have the focus to start any more then I am already involved in… All the time I am writing this or thinking this I am hearing in my head the need to continue… to be persistent… A strange haunting set of words to hold onto and go forth with… Maybe I will just fade away… perish in the middle of the night no more to be seen or heard from… the great mystery of life altered in a split second… gone from existence to non-existence in a matter of a moment…

A bit of writers block… or more a lack of a desire to continue… a lack of incentive to say what is in my heart… to wish, to dream, in this limited space… The world is so off… filled with the darkness of human nature that it is more difficult every day to shine light on it… The view is jaded I know this… the information is slanted I know this also… the more I find out the easier it is for me to wish for it all to stop… to hesitate for a moment with the hope that in that moment the darkness will show itself for what it is…

I am tired and off center and wanting to just skip out of time to another place and sit among the sands of time with a gentle soul to hold me so that when I close my eyes it will all fade away… fade away to the other side… Reality is what we make of it in our dreams… the fact that conscious thought creates reality gives each of us a power over what is happening and a responsibility to contribute if nothing else our minds to the effort to find a solution…

I started writing for me… to vent my mind… to clear my head… to have an adventure with friends all over the world… to set a course for some place other then the one I was in… I found that place, that harmony and now it is know longer as perfect as I once saw it… and the fact is I have out grown this wonder and I must move on… Sad that I am no longer satisfied with the wonder of being… now I must share that wonder… I guess the first view was more selfish and now I am unwilling to hide myself inside this place any more…

I will continue to write here as less and less… find the paths I traverse… I am more of a path finder now then a path seeker… a subtle difference in attitude… a slight alteration of the mind… I am more of a recon member then a member of a mass movement… What I find I share… What I share I live… What I pass on I have at least sampled and chosen knot to take it on…

If one voice is silenced… the greater choir of life feels the loss but it takes a trained ear to notice the difference in sound… It may seem like I am still hear but in reality I have already faded a bit inside… Cast off the dream of being a child… cast off the dream of being any more then I am and live the dream of being who I am… Creating wonders is always possible… creating a dream from a powerful wish happens all the time… Creating wonder from a blank form is what we do each day in the journal of our lives…

A some time…
Some time I sit and read… I sit listening to the sound of another person’s words… wondering… allowing my mind to follow the words in what ever direction they may lead… I sit here and I wonder a lot… I listen a lot… a talk a lot… and I say a great deal of nothing… lol… This is a some time when I should just listen for a bit…