Difference…
As much as we are the same we have unique nests about us… Interests that trip our imagination… Intrigued we are… about one another… The difference is what trips the delights… The search is the path on witch we walk… we find what we seek… for we had it all along… The space is not empty… what is missing if anything is the ability to deal with the peace… that comes with accepting who we are… knowing where we wish to go and setting our hearts, minds and soul on achieving that witch we wish for… Social as we are the true person appears only in those quiet times we set aside… to listen to our own selves… The more we fill that peace with outside preoccupations, the less peace we find…

A lot of ways…
Difference is what makes for interesting conversations… If we all agreed on everything it would make life quite boring… Perfect in many ways is not perfection… Perfection is the ultimate… no flaws and since we are human we all have them… The meaning there is to knot search for perfection as much as searching for the one that makes you feel alive… the one that gives you a reason to be alive… The one that trips your soul more so then any one else… The other side is to over stand that soul friends are more prevalent… they provide spice…

Life is like politics… it is the art of the compromise… You may knot agree with me on many subjects that doesn’t mean that we cannot learn from that perspective… Actually I find you can learn a lot more form the opposing point of view… Never cloud the issue when you disagree… It is like debating where you prepare your opinion and then argue the opposing point of view… This allows you to research all the facts and some times we just like one particular point of view that we shut our eyes to the other… That produces a radical view… and we have seen in recent times the effects of radical views… There is much to learn every day… I have that gift… I learn some thing… usually from some one I disagree with… I like to surround myself with people that think different then I do… How else can I learn? Take a little, give a little learn a lot…

Strange creatures…
We are at times the strangest of God’s creations… The pull of nature… the reasoning in our minds at difference to one another… I am amused by what I do… I also wonder about it… I wonder aloud… I write about it… I speak about it… I dream about it… I take the time to express it here… The joy of what life is… Strange as we are there is a delight in that… A delight that shines through… I am amazed…

Perfection…
The perfect female doesn’t exist… She is a fantasy… an illusion… That is soon shattered by reality… If you search for perfection you will knot find it… People may strive for perfection but to maintain it is impossible… What you are searching for is a soul friend… in Gaelic Anam Cara… of witch there can be many… It is these people that one should surround themselves with… People go in search of a soul mate… I believe they exist… most times they donut make the best partners… for they are too similar in nature… It is my belief that when we find some one who ignites our passion, they should also ignite our beings… The physical passion is easy… the emotional is a little more difficult… the spiritual passion is the most wondrous… for it allows for freedom of growth… in all directions… I am not the person I was twenty years ago when I met my partner… Nor are they… yet for these twenty years we have allowed ourselves the freedom to grow as people as well as a couple… We are not soul mates… we are soul friends… and as such give to each other a more realistic and loving environment to live inside… We have our likes that we share… our separate joys we donut… that are ours… The perfect person doesn’t exist… the art of the compromise does… feel the freedom to enjoy the wonders of life…

Thanks…
To give thanks… to acknowledge the present of another… to stop for a moment in time to speak… to extend a hand in gratitude to another… to allow the action of another to speak volumes… to honor their time with a simple gesture… two words… what a gift…

One after…
Another one is waiting… there is always another one waiting for some thing to happen… There is a time and a place for everything… A dynamic interlocking of forces… that when the time is right come into contact… In a very spiritual sense that is the way life is… One follows after another… a long line of sessions… each peace interlocking to form one mosaic picture of a life time… each life time intertwining into all those they touch… A string of puzzles one upon another…

Philosophy…
A stand up philosopher as Mel Brooks would call it… or in the more basic form a bull shitter… I do try to bull shit every day… Keeps me on an even keel with the rest of the universe… Reality is a concept that I like to twist… I enjoy the art of using words as a source of smiles… donut instead of don’t… porpoise instead of purpose… knead instead of need… ambiguity used at every stage… coached to the highest possible level… I believe that a smile is worth the thousand words… The wink a link between two minds… You like politics… a combination of words… Polly… meaning many… Ticks… a blood sucking insect… so politics is the art of dealing with many blood sucking insects… I am after all a stand up philosopher… or bull shitter and I do knead to bull shit today… two day is as good a daze as any to sit and wonder about where life is leading us and some times I tell yourself that today is a gift worth unwrapping…

The art…
Today is a day for painting a picture… a day to list a word or two… a time to create from the mist… to allow the mind to unfold an object and to create that object in the reality of ones own imagination… I was a fig mint of some one’s imagination once…. And now I am a reality that walks the earth… I once dreamed of being who I am now and after a time with time I became that person I dreamed of being… well almost the person I dreamed of being… for as I go to bed each night I find another peace that I could add to the mixture… a little more spice… A little more dice… A little more of this or that… as time goes on and I grow… the play in progress learns more… The experience of life tickles me… fascinated I am at the colors of the pallet that I see before my eyes there are dreams to dream and wonders to imagine… Paint a picture today… take pencil in hand instead of pen and let your imagination drift off to some place else… and color a world of difference…

Trip…
Each word trips… each word slips a sound… each word creates a passion to play… each word opens a door… closes a door… cracks an opening in a solid wall… gives one the opportunity to stop, to start, to begin or to end… Each word is a universe of potential… Each word trips the delights fantastic… the when is now… the now is before hue… the edge of reality creeps closer… still…

A thought…
An image takes hold… A place in time… a dream of others together… a series of events linked over a time fence… a delight… a tragedy… a passion played out for the watch filled eyes… The long route around the circle took us to places we desired to see… One month’s time and place… the image fades… and resurfaces… and then fades once more… the dream reminded…

Changed…
A voice calls out in the wilder nest… a familiar one with a new name… is it the same or different? Diversity of the mind… a clarity of comforts… home to the heart… a special some one to sit and chat a bit with… In the still nest of time we seek those that comfort our souls… and we cuddle up with them…

Living in a dream…
Filled with magic… filled with wonder… filled with the hands that trip delights… filled with pleasure… wonders of the mind… the body and the soul… filled with sensations only the imagination can make perfect… filled with a dream upon another dream… Dangerous to live in such a place for long… dangerous to the mind, to the heart, to the soul… the dream becomes the reality and then we must create even more wonder filled dreams to live in… live the dream…

Turning up the heat…
A sense of what is… a sense of being inside the mind… a sense of stepping into a warm feeling… one that trips the imagination to dream of warm sands… a warm breeze a warm sun shining upon them… a need to strip away the layers that bind them to the reality and to slip inside the dream they are creating… to imagine is to live… to believe is to experience the warmth of the sun upon you now… as you raise the temperature with your thoughts of warm experiences… of a hug that melts you… of a dream that envelopes hue… of a time that is so warm that sweat begins to appear upon you… of heat generated inside you by desire… a desire to experience… a desire to live… a desire to jump inside… a desire that fires a passion… that ignites a lust… that blazes a path into your heart…

A thought…
Over time thoughts pop in and out of my head… I am knot the best of persons for I hide a great deal inside me… Stuff I should in reality speak of… I donut do that… I keep those thoughts deep inside me and at times they do come out in really mysterious ways… Silence… a sense of stepping back… when the need is other wise… I make a great many Miss Takes in dealing with others… I Miss Judge times, places and as a child I do things because they seem right at the time… In retro spec they are write to do… I have yet come to a conclusion that has told me other wise… Yet I seem to have a series of fade ins and outs… That I am at odds to deal with… There is the push and pull of reality… family… children… obligations to others… the dreaded work that always seems to wear me down… Yet there is still more… the more is a thought that while maybe there was some thing in what was there is some more in what is… some thing more then my small imagination can deal with…

Having to face myself was easy… I know the person I am and while I can be a bit of a shit… well actually I can be a lot of a shit… I can also be full of shit… pick your flavor of shit and I can be that… I know that I am suppose to be doing some thing else… That some thing was done that was my porpoise and now there was some thing knot for me that happened… and that knot for me thing is what is missing… This thought occurred to me as a voice some time ago… and has repeated itself a number of times… I donut know if it is truth or consequence… a dream or a reality… the voice says simply… what if it is not what did happen but what didn’t happen… the knot getting done what you were sent to do… that spirals one down… I am unsure…

Time…
Time is a relative… to all of us… we share our lives with time… we hold time close… we save time, we remember times, we hold special times within our hearts… It is a truth to witch we cannot escape… and would never wish to… Time is part of who we are… and we are part of time… it is the one element of life that binds us all together… similar to the air we breathe… the earth we live on… time is an element of life… when shared it brings smiles… tears of joy and a spirit of wonder…

The Turtle…
A small turtle sits atop my computer screen… she is surrounded on all sides by memories… A tigger… A Gumby… A small blue patriotic bear… A gargoyle… A sword… a stone… a sea shell… A picture or two… Gentle reminders to her…

Turtles are creatures of shy nests… they hide even from those they love… they seek the shelter of the edges… aware that there is safety within their shells… knowing also that to live they must venture out side… A pair of docks for such a wondrous creature… Turtles delight me… and this one in particular is a gift… She is the dream of the turtle… a story book… read… over stood… Still the shy nest calls one to their nature… and in nature comes a routine that transfixes time… I poke my head in every day to say hello… to nudge her to life, to desire, to dream, to adventure outside her safety… Some days I hear her voice singing… laughing… others there is silence… It is strange how one so tiny can trip the delights in one so much older… for the turtle is youth… an eternal youth filled idea… it is love, untethered… a free spirit… I dream of this gift… this turtle… this free spirit… and I wonder what it would be like… to be… and I realize I am as much a part of the dream as she is… that is the magic of dreams…. That is the magic of the gift of the turtle… of sharing the shy nest with her… of dreaming with her…

Soon…
Now is as soon as later will some day be… Now is a good time to begin as far as later is concerned it is a place yet to be… The later it gets the sooner it is… to begin what it was that you desired to begin… Soon is a time about to happen it is the now of a few minutes away… Soon the sun will rise… the day will dawn, the skies will clear… Magic happens in those moments… those times sooner… the later times that we await with much anticipation are magical creations of our own imaginations if we allow ourselves the freedom to experiment with time at our sides the gift of sooner arrives earlier then we expect and stays with us longer then we can imagine…

Start…
The beginning lines open door ways… A set of hinges… to swing… closed… open… a wave of emotions filtered… The opening of a new day… Time to shake the tree… The fruit needs to fall… the leaves are turning… the cool morning air foretells of the change of seasons… The resting time approaches for the northern hemisphere… A start… a change… a reason… to speak… a need to reach out across time… a morning hello… a start to the engine of life… a twinkle… a wink of the eye…

Varieties…
When one reaches out… one touches a variety of others… Some will take the time to read, to wonder, to respond… Others will read… still others will pass the opportunity… Anything is easy to speak about… I find that to be interesting… One reaches… one responds… one now waits…

Fire walls…
An interesting name for a barrier… a wall made of fire proof materials… usually brick… concrete… or other non-combustible materials… A necessary chore for the electronic world… Though it does knot prevent fire… as much as it prevents damage from the mischievous… the fire of another’s mind put to ill use… Well it has spawned a need and needs are filled by others…

Exciting…
The challenge in any day is to describe the wonders that exist… One can see the stars at night and wonder with ease… One can sit and watch the ocean wave for hours and feel the majesty, the power of that earthly force… Yet when one walks through their day they lose sight of the wonder of each moment… A call… a helping hand… time for doing those things we find important… The look as much as the feel of the day illuminates the pathways we choose… One mile high place away… one state removed from the state of affairs you find yourself… All interesting to the mind… all sue filled experiences that will add to the ones you have already taken to heart…

A bit…
Taken seriously… Never… take any thing I say seriously… It is mostly tongue planted firmly in cheek… The clues are in the eyes of the reader… What you read in packs hue… and the smile that radiates out is worth a thousand whispers… of a wish to the four winds…

If one wishes to hold… one must give that hand room to grow in all directions at once… The close nest that one feels is related to the amount of freedom they have… If you are free to choose then you make the choice that is best for you… If you choose because another wishes you to then you create artificial limits… That you will regret…

Perfection is a state never reached but one to strive for… if one has the patience for themselves it can be touched at times… glanced at others… and missed more often then obtained… one must see the need… step up… and pursue the ends…

Another one…
The words are stuck inside me today… I have been thinking (a dangerous state of mind)… A couple of tickets away… one cent short of a dollar… A mist opportunity… I am unable to reach the heights I wish to obtain alone… I am unable to do what I dreamed, I wished I could do… Do I give up? Do I pack it in and go away? No I keep on keeping on… as bad as my words are to day they are words… and words are all I have…

Wondering…
The mind wanders… a bit too far some times… I do wonder… I due wonder about those on the other side who read what I write and maybe take some of what I have put down here… The natural curiosity of being human… I have also from experience found that the less they know of me the better… The more general the terms the easier it is for some to deal with me… What if this is a man? Then some will knot speak to them… The same can be said for a woman… a child, a person of color… or another sexual preference… I find those labels to be limiting… so I hide most of what that is… I guess over time a bit of everything slips out… for me that is the fun in the wonder… The quest for finding out for learning for getting to some interesting subjects is in questions we will ask when we donut know…

Eye may be good at what I do… I may be good at other things… Thank you but in comparison to who? Compared to James Joyce I am a moron… compared to some others I am a genius… It all deepens on your particular point of view… I am happy that you think I am good at what I do… Myself I view me as a work in progress… A constant change of ideas…

The dice…
They are symbols… knot of the game of life they are a pair of dice… a play on the word paradise… They are the pair of dice I seek… A reminder to me to keep focused on what is important to me… To feel good about life, to look forward in time from the present that today brings to a tomorrow worthy of such dreams… I may never reach that dream, that wish I have in my heart… I still have it… I still hold onto it… I still hold it close when I need to feel wonderful about me… Just me… it reminds me that in all things we have to believe we can hold that paradise and that we can live it each and every day…

Knot shore…
When are we ever shore of some thing? If we are then we will find a disappoint mint… Taken seriously with a tall glass of cool running water I can be rather disturbing to the senses… Off ten? A strange word that combines off with ten… off meaning the opposite of on… shut down… closed… the absence of power… ten being a number… So does off ten mean one is off by a factor of ten… or is the first part of witch means part… so is it being off by ten or part of the ten? I am confused!! Shirley you jest… we always have some thing to say… the value of is best left to the imagination of the person listening… Writing is an art form… that begs to be used… that calls one to it… The beauty of it is that one does not a particular skill or clever mind to do it… We all have the knack… so we can all participate…

Emotions…
Once bitten twice as shy… Since we have all been bitten by the emotional trust bug… early on in life… we tend to be a bit more guarded… and yes the emotional one can send a person down a path to ruin… at the same time it has been my experience that they themselves contribute to it… They get stuck in a mode of feeling bad… and then wallow in it for a long time… We all experience emotional let downs… that is normal… Once that trust has been crossed we tend to be more cautious and care filled…

On that side of reality we can all make our own and we tend to be blind to the actions of those we care about… We deny ourselves the abstract look… it is only after a long time that reality sets in and we turn a suspicious eye to things… We were so sure we forgot to see… what else was there…

Humor…
Time walks quickly when one laughs… Time strolls the pleasant hills and valleys of life… When one walks with time they get a different perspective… A twisted sense… to be sure one must know… one must be prepared to be wrong… It is this sense of humor that keeps an interesting view on life… One can drip humor out into every element of life… I find that each page as it is turned allows me a new perspective to allow my mind to wander… to find the humor in it…

More mail…
The more one gets the easier it is to fall into a false sense… If one tells you every day does it lose meaning after a while? What causes one to lie, to stretch the truth, to withhold information? To tell a story we need to tell it from our point of view… each point is flawed… in the sense that we only saw what we saw and nothing else… I have learned that there is more to each then meets an individual set of eyes… The attention that mail centers on us… Other then bills what do we get in the mail? The occasional thought… Sew together with a few others it is important to spread a little smile… and if you’ve got mail does that… isn’t that a wondrous use of time?

A state of being…
Each state… each place allows for a particular sense or set of rules… as we step forward… we develop guides for our life… a different set of guides for each aspect of our lives… We have numbers we share and numbers we donut… we have words we speak in the streets and words we share in the silence of our own minds… We have words that we whisper and ones we shout out loud… we have rules for the home and rules for the yard… We have people we love and those we keep at a distance… We categorize our lives to deal with all the aspects of play we find ourselves inside of…

Interesting words…
Words crossed… first slowly then over time sporadically… until the words flowed easily from one place to the next… A little wonder in that being they flowed from a source unknown… They came out of the knight and into the day light… The rest remains a mystery… The reader reads them… the writer writes them… they pass in the night… as thoughts… as tidbits of thoughts… imagination… a genuine question… a heart felt answer and sooner or later the words find a place… a home…

Keeping a dream a dream…
Reality has a way of altering a good dream… Reality sucks… or so the saying goes… I had this dream once of being able to help some one get on with their life… Along the way emotions got entangled… and what I wanted got altered into some thing else… Now I am a flexible person so I go with the flow or it seems that I do… In reality I am in term oil… The dream was to do one thing and some thing altogether different is what did occur… How does one explain that? How does one recover emotionally and deal with what is there in side them? To be honest they must admit to themselves that they have failed… that they have not done the noble deed they were sent to do… Yet part of the dream did get accomplished… Part of the void was filled… a piece… a selection… a little bit of the whole is left over to be taken care of after wards… That peace eludes me… my suspicion is that it will continue to elude me…

Lines are drawn in life for many reasons… the feeling being that boundaries exist that should never be crossed… Once they are waves of strange nest manifest themselves… The search begins into what happen and the sense after… A reason is looked for… The time is reviewed over and over and meanings are read into actions, reactions until an idea is formulated in ones mind… The conclusion organized from the facts as they see them… In all this one fact remains untouched… It is knot what happened as much as it is what didn’t happen… Some times dreams should remain dreams… there is perfection in illusions that donut exist in real life… I learned an important lesson that I hope I never forget… that no matter how powerful my desires, my wishes, my dream is, it should remain a dream if it cannot be as perfect in real life as the dream…

In defense of me…
I donut defend me any more… I used to… I used to go to great panes to deal with a word or two… I am basically a shy person… Sounds strange to write that… Shy in a way that wishes to avoid focus… avoid being seen… Knot to avoid doing for I like to do, I enjoy being involved… I wished knot to known as one who did this or that… I donut crave the focus… the praise or the criticism… I choose to do what I do and then move on with my life… I have done some things that are foolish… and I suspect I will drink at the well of foolishness again… The child in me demands a dunking every once in a while… I will knot defend my actions for there is no defense necessary…

A trust…
The waters part… they glide along the beach… a wave… a ripple reaches out along the sand… The edges flicker at my feet… the spray sweetening the air… What is there knot to trust? A spark flies… a fire begins… an action dictates the limits to witch we take others… We shall see, hear and feel what comes after… trust is earned over time… we trust the ocean… for it has given us so much… we trust the air we breathe… natural to do so… People we learn who and who knot to deepening on the actions… some we give more play then others… and of course it depends on the circumstances… financial trust comes over time… quicker to trust some one on a personal level… the hurt there is emotional… financial trust is a different story… lives are ruined in that regard…

Feeling lost…
Read what is hear and allow the words to find a place… Some times they will settle in for you and some times they will knot as yet have meaning in any way… The funny thing about it is that over time they begin to build one upon the other… and magically they take on a universal meaning… one that strikes a chord inside you… Words are used as inspiration to write… Say what you like… they trip the delights fantastic… in this regard some thing said is always better then no thing said… relax if you are taking me seriously stop… for there is great joy in the words I write… I write to alter thoughts and open doorways you may have over looked… I write so others open doorways inside my imagination… If they find a place with you I am glad to know that… happy I am to wonder… and in that wonder… to dream…

Getting mail…
Just an illusion… A figment of your imagination… you wished for mail or wished for some one to talk to… to write to… Does it matter greatly who is on the other end… To some it is important… so important they over look a mystery to know a certainty… and miss out on a lot of opportunities… Who am I? An interesting question… one that would take pages to answer and to be truth filled would only partially answer that question… I am who I am now… a person… another soul out in search of some interesting mail… I wish to find out knot so much who you are as to know what you are doing with the time you have… What magic is there in your words… How do you use them to create smiles, laughter, light hearts? What have you wished for? What do you dream about? The illusion allows me a certain distance that for most they can operate inside of… They feel secure enough to speak… If we donut know who we are this magical thing happens… we talk… and first I would like to talk… to get to know more… to over stand your ideas… your thoughts… and then magically who I am no longer matters… I can be who ever… At least that is what my experience tells me…

Upon a wall I sit… Knowing about things… I thought of a friend… a soul friend… and I wondered… as things change how much remains the same of what we see, hear and feel… They are still there and I am still here… They are still the person they were and I am still the person I was before… They are in the still nest of the night time… a picture of what they were, are and will be… Yet time does change us… alter us… transfigure us… We complete things we were sent to do… as we hold on we get to let go of all those worries we used to have… and accept the present… The gift of one to another…

There is a child within me… that is being scolded for being a child… still that is what a child is… a wonder to behold… I have to admit that some times I donut get it at all… Some times I just miss the opportunity, the challenge, the possibility… Some times my eyes are blind, my mind a blank, my abilities to aid, help or even to just sit and listen are pushed beyond my abilities… Some times every day life seems to be all that I can handle… I am not always with it… on top of it… or any thing else… I am not a good friend to any one… or even a good father, husband, lover or any thing else… I am doing the best I can with what I have… with who I am… Some times that is not enough… that is beyond shallow… It is not that I have a low opinion of myself… I donut… I happen to have a good sense of humor about me… I let what others say to me directly or off handedly as indications and adjust…

In the course of my life time I have hurt a number of people… never intentionally… but as they say the path to hell is paved with good intentions… To them I say that I am sorry for the ouch… I am sorry that my actions or lack there of have injured you… I am a child… and those who would call me that are correct… Still I thought that is what they liked about me? Interesting that… maybe some day I will grow up and be an adult like all the other people my age and act my age… Maybe I will start today and be all grown up… like I used to be… Of course if I did that then the person who writes this doesn’t exist… He is some where else entirely… Another one of those be care full what you wish for times… maybe you will get it… Knowing who I am has not made my life any easier… In fact it has made it more difficult… Going back to what I was… all grown up and serious about life is what scares me…

I ebb and flow now more then ever… as do my words… my focus on life… I am knot a wondrous soul or a teacher, leader, friend, husband, father, lover or anything else… I am not good at anything that I do… I just do the best I can… maybe that is a lot of bull shit… maybe it is a load of horse shit, cow shit or chicken or any other farm animal shit you like… maybe it is just an excuse… or maybe there is some reality in all that that doesn’t match the fantasy, the illusion, the memory of other times or places… maybe it is that I am so filled with shit that I can’t see the truth beyond the lies that I tell myself… Or maybe I am just kidding myself… Maybe the truth is that I am a gigantic arse whole…

Some day I will have the time to sit and remember these times and see the big arse whole that I am… right now I donut… sew I will take what was said into the silence of the night as a truth… and go on… I hope that in time I can be a better person for having listened to the words… I hope that in time the adult in me finds a nice place to reside… I hope the words I write find a proper place… I hope that some of this chicken shit that I write finds its way… I hope that at the end of today I will find the time to deal with what is in my heart… in my mind and in my soul… for I still have to live with me… and I am sure some who read this are glad that they donut…

I am in the habit of taking a minute and allowing a single thought to flow… A step aside of the road that I am on or a moments paws at the cross road of my life time… This day as I stand in the silence of my own making… closed off from the outside world, music playing I am wrapped in a thought of selfishness… The thought has occurred to me at other times… I write for all the most selfish reasons… I reached out into the world and have done so for selfish ideals… In return I have received a wealth of inspiration… and a fair share of critical remarks… As I take this moment in time today… the thought of being selfish rises up in me… I have been so selfish for so long that I am having some difficulty not being so… How does one become unselfish? I have done what I have done for selfish reasons does that mean I should not have done them? They make me feel good… they make me feel alive… Yet they are selfish actions… They please me in ways others donut see… I am inspired by a dream a selfish dream… to reach out across space and time… Is it wrong? I suspect now that it is… that all I have been doing is feeding this selfish desire inside me… How does making people feel good about themselves, to feel good about life turn into a selfish act? How it did I donut know… Maybe my intention was not what it was suppose to be…

As this thought runs it course inside me I realize that I have allowed it to occupy a large portion of my day… I have allowed the dream to fill my moods… to inspire me to be a better man… while that is some thing of a wonder in itself there seems to be more people who would prefer me to be a little less like I am and a lot more like I was… There is no way back to the person I was then… Only forward to the person I will one day be… I will take this sense of myself… I will learn what it teaches me… and I will change as I have before… Maybe in all of this I will find a peace that will carry me… As for now I will let go of one dream to go in search of another…

There is magic in what I write… In the work that I do… There is magic about me and it comes out with certain ones easier and more directly then with others… I am unable to explain what the reasons for that is… I never intend to explain it… I wish only to utilize it to a much higher place… I am unable to reach out and touch the untouchable… I am unable to shake the tree… to spark the imagination of another… I hear the call and I respond in particular ways with the art that I know best… Some times that is just knot enough… I have never accepted that as a reason for stopping… A reason for giving in… I believed once that the heart was what mattered most… it is of course the soul that matters most… the heart is the indication of whether or knot you got it right… in my selfishness I missed that…

Some times a fade is the best way to end a song… some times the music just stops… some times the fade is longer then others… this is one of those times when a nice long fade will serve a porpoise… it will serve to ease the way down a particular path… as we cross the road one to each… each to their own once more… the proximity of the roads will breed familiarity… each step a little less unnoticed…into the shadows…

My time here today has ended… My fifteen minutes of fame are over for today… As much as I would like to continue I must stop and allow the day to continue around me… I send what I can… a thought that saw inside me the selfishness of who I have been and the hope that that person will fade away… into the shadows… into the night…

Changing tides…
The mood swings… it rings… it is the essence of what is interpreted at the core of any belief is a thought of what is or what is knot… When one believes it to be it is… as real as it is knot if they believe other wise… The way they react to the world is how the world reacts back to them… Attitude is every thing… Confidence… the spirit of the world wrapped about ones finger… the slowing down of the world about you… stepping in between those seconds… seizing the moment… to pass on what you have learned… A solution lies or it has the magic to bring together peaces that are littered about being searched for when suddenly one peace makes them whole inside and out… Solutions are like that they bring together fractured elements… The peace is shattered scattered to the four winds… a selective one moves a lot more then the one touched… the power chord… the trigger… the one that jumps out at hue… When the tree is shaken… knot stirred… it drops leaves slowly… one bye one they leave the branches of their birth and return to the soils from witch they came… magic does happen… each and every day… Being aware of it is all that one asks…

The shadows…
Hidden along the edge amidst the gather gloom… or is it knight that stands tall along the outer reaches? A light shines into the places and reveal some thing unclear… undefined… Who so ever likes the dark nests must be evil, right? It is true that the darker elements of anger, fear, aggression do so prefer the absence of delight… They thrive in the dark lands of a person’s soul… It is the balance disturbed to one side… Easier to walk this way for so many… Easier to carry the burden, to pursue the load… What seems so simple to me is a complicated process for so many others… What is natural to me is abnormal to so many others… What makes me adventurous in the delight of the soul is knot what delights others… The course of my mind tripped… or have I forgotten to remember?

The shadows have provided me so much comfort… The night… my alleyway to dreams, to wishes I do knot share with any but one bye one they spark… they appear and walk with me… The glow of my magic attracts the stars… the spark of another’s dream or the delight of another’s wish… The magic flares in light or in dark for the colors are as defining as the person who wears them… Even mine that is blue and white does not illuminate the shadows for the are what they are the fringes of every man’s soul… they are meant to be the edges… the gray areas between the light that shines and the dark nest… They balance us with the knowledge of good… of the evil that rests within us… Even the best of souls harbor some of what lies to us…

Shadows are those places where the Knight stands alone on guard unseen unprotected against the elements of despair… They are the defense that never fades… that holds onto each and every soul no matter how deep they slip or high they fly… they are the tether… the cord… the line… of honor we all have… The deepest code that can knot be broken… We each share and we each choose our light… Some will dwell in the darker shades… some in the illumination of the light… and a few… a chosen few guard the crossroads…

Standing at the entrance I take paws to wonder… I feel the strength that one could gain and then I know the dark nests that reside on this path… One must remain cautious… diligent… care filled… for even in the best of times there are places to fall into… The shadows are every where and they shade us from the glow of the summer sun… providing us with a cool breeze… a place to rest in comfort… The glow of illumination does take away the mystery of who one is and we all wish that some of us remain a mystery even to those closest to us… What lives in each doorway is ours to shadow… to hide as we see fit to do… As we step across the door way we are taken back forward in time… The half life of light and dark mingle here in the gray… The mix stirs within us all the emotions of both… all the delights, the mysteries, the challenges and the triumphs…

A single thought…
Stopping to think… my eyes wandered about… I was once on the course of the straight and narrow… a degree of pride in those words still lingers… I was once what I am knot now or shall ever be again… I was once so lonely that it ouched… the ache still reverberates inside me… I simply didn’t know better… I had a single thought… as I stopped along the way and my mind drifted back… I am prone to such drifts in my thoughts… such illusions with my imagination… I held that thought to me and cared for it… unfolded it wrapped it as any gift should be… Placed in a safe place I move on to another solitary thought and I do the same with each one… Taking care to hold them long enough to know the proper position they should take with in my being… The loneliness fades with each thought… it disappears over time with these magical illusions… The face in the crowd smiles the glow of witch delights me…

On the turning away…
A new song filled the air waves… a new set of words slipped past the defenses… a new argument… One that I had heard before… One that I had denied… I listened to the words filter through… to please release me let me go… to be free… to break free of the ties that bind even though they are an illusion they bind the mind, the heart, the soul… unconscious they are… elusive to the hand… they cling… they hold on in each crevice of our beings… until we turn away… until we cross over the bridge and close the door to them they will always exists as a notion… a thought… a wish or a dream… While these are strong… they limit the thoughts into other directions… this limits the one… It is unfair… and I can no longer allow it to be…

Einträchtig…
One note played… and found a home within the heart of another… Similar yet unlike each other they played together beautifully… Aware to their origins they mixed, matched and allowed themselves the wonder… for the music was a combination of the magic of the two notes played within each heart… They grew as notes often do from a single sound to a combination of sounds played out upon the instruments of the heart, the mind, the soul… Their sounds became the unconscious process of learning to live, to enjoy life and to love as deeply as hearts can… as souls are meant to… The harmony created in one heart plays in the heart of the other… They are in harmony one with the other… Over time the music changes… enhanced by difference… by the harmonies of voice played out over the soft sounds of the heart… These changes alter the sounds… each to their own way… and they scatter along different roads… A parting of the ways… reveals one to the other… Their sounds unique and lasting… A pleasure to listen to as they swirl about one or the other… Two sounds combined in the magic… two ways different… two wonders separate… equal… magical…

One note softens… bends… fades… the other takes up the tune… as one flies off the other compensates… wraps itself around the melody and takes up the parts left… A compromise of ideas… A whisper is heard… a thousand miles away each night… each day a sound awakens the soul… a single sound inspires one to paint in colors, to imagine what is in the shadows… to sing the melodies that your heart wishes… One note fades… in time disappearing altogether… the orchestra that was in harmony takes up the note… taking the other note with it…

A smile creases the heart… takes the breath away… a smile of knowing the direction a life should take… A chance… an altered note… a sustained balance shifted to one side falls and so does the harmony… One must know knot to know have… One must know the note to know knot of the note that graces their ears… One must know their place in the circle of things… in the harmony of another… one must know when and when knot… It is the balance of these magical harmonies that we find peace… and in the peace of one we love we find peace ourselves…

Exceptions…
On most days I let the words flow… I allow myself to go with whatever thought pattern takes me… The words are created in a mixture of illusion and dreams… reality rarely lifts her head… today is the exception…

One mind…
One mind wanders… One mind captures the essence of what is… Another mind wanders a similar street… Capturing a different world… Released our we of the prize… for the gift is in the giving of the present time… wrapped or unwrapped… it is the essence of who we are… Does any body really know? The mind of one calls like minds to them to confer… Another mind attracts minds of the opposite… to call into play all those variations that they are not noticing now… We are knot of one mind… or of one like mind… and that wonder never ceases to amaze me…

Other thoughts…
Scattered I am… floating like a leaf in the wind… longing for a tether… a line to hold onto… A place to call my own… I have all the necessary wanderings down to a science… I am just unglued for a moment… Where is Elmer when you knead him?

I have to start taking more to eat for lunch… I seem to be in a perpetual state of hunger from the mid morning on and on… All this wondering is making me long for a nice… little smackeral of something…

The degree to witch one aspires is equal in proportion to the effort that one wishes to make towards that aspiration… If we are inspired to reach the highest high then we are equal to the task set before us… It is our inspiration that shows us the heights to witch we are capable…

I am more nervous about today then the day warrants… Uneasy are my feet… my hands… my mind flickering about in all different directions at once… An unusual day to say the least… The diversity of the day gives me paws to scrape at the soul that wanders inside me…

Gone for some days they are… I await the return to normalcy so promised by others… What is normal for them is surly knot a normal day for me… bye the time they return I will have wandered far and a bit wide of the mark… I hope to bring this to bear arms and strength of will…

Stupid…
An expression of Miss Understanding… A reflex reaction… We have all been to the well of stupidity and had our fill… Believe me when I say this… Some go back repeatedly for more… and yet is it stupid to be who you are? I once thought that being an arse hole was the way to success… Now at the time it was really logical… all the arse holes about me were successful so it goes to reason that to be one must be an arse hole… Reminds me of the scene in “Spaceballs” the Mel Brooks movie when Lord Helmet says to fire a shot across the bow of the other ship and the gunner almost takes the ship out… He then screams who is that guy… He is an ass hole sir… is the reply I know that what is his name… Gunner sergeant ass hole sir! Of course there was also a major ass hole and an entire bunch of ass holes on the ship to go along with the ass hole gunner so in essence he was surrounded by ass holes… or so it seemed… What is the point of what seems to be this point less rambling… stay with me… I do like to ramble and rambling is good… for it clears the mind to wonder and what do I wonder about when I wonder… never mind that is just to weird and wild and the point is any way that it doesn’t matter… Know one really cares as long as being stupid is what some one else does… and stupid is in the eye of the holder… We all have been there doing some thing and it is only stupid after the fact… when we are doing it generally… with a notable few exceptions we are not going Jesus this is really stupid… We are caught up in the mood and having some wondering… Stupidity is a reaction to an action… witch can only be judged in the content of what we were doing then… Yes, we have consumed our share at the well and yes we will from time to time remind ourselves by having a sip or two… butt in general we donut have a rampage of stupid nests about us…

On the point of the happiness thingy… well… what are we if we are not happy? The spiral of strange nests run deep in those that lack the roots to grow happiness within them… Smile for your smile can light a darken room… Laugh for the sound of laughter electrifies the soul… rest assured that even if you spend eternity in 2 square feet if that time is spent with some one you love it is time well spent…

Seeking…
We are all seeking some thing from what we do… How does one explain the joy they get from doing what they do? There is an art to what I do… I donut over stand how I do what I do or even some times what inspires me to write what I write… This is my creative outlet… This is the flood gate of emotions, ideas, whimsical imagination that is me… It is from this that I grow in different directions… I am seeking what I am looking for… what that is in particular I have no idea… I know where I will find it… for I know I possess that talent, that gift… I am unable to see, hear or feel it yet… I know I will… I am experienced enough to know that it is the journey that will expose the talent to me… That brings the gift of me to a higher place… I will awaken one day and know that I have found what I am searching for and then be sent off on another quest to find another peace… It is also true that I get a lot from what I do… passion, desire, even lust exists in each day… Passion for words… desire to share and a lust for life that seems strange… but has taken me to a new and wondrous place… I need only a few words to spark my imagination and send me down another road… maybe one I have knot yet traveled…

Before we begin to care for another we must care for who we are… It is the who we are the knowledge of that that allows us to bring ourselves to the care of another… We may look forward and it is true that the future can seem clouded or gray… Unclear the future is always changing… in motion… a decision today changes the future… until it is done there is always room for a change… What begins as a gesture of a kind nest to others is really a plea for a kind nest for ourselves… Our motives are what they are and in the end what does it matter really?

Reminds me of a definition of spiritual love… the act of loving some one effortlessly unconditionally without expectation or even a hope of receiving anything in return… close to what is given… A love of the spirit that resides within… A love that sees past the actions to the gift inside… It is doing things from the heart for the heart to the heart… without being seen, acknowledged or recognized as having touched the hand that needed it… If you are searching for a reason to my writing… my reaching out to others… the truth may be found some where in those words… A little inspiration goes a very long way…

People tend to remember their dreams when I am around… A fact that I have noticed… When you sleep and dream… you pick a peace from the dream tree and it stays with you during the knight that guards hue in the glow of delight that you remember now those wanderings and take them to heart… for it is in the heart that a wish is made… and a wish as we all know is a dream your heart makes…

All days are numbered… from birth to death… number one to what ever number it is that we pass on to the other side… Life challenges us to live each day as if it was the last of our numbered days… When we lose sight of the twists and the turns of the ride we get puzzled… That puzzle holds us back from the experience… Reach out and live day number what ever and when the page of today is written there is some thing to write about… The truth is we are all living on time borrowed… it is what we do with the chance that matters most…

Chances…
Chances, opportunities, possibilities exist each and every day for us to learn… Some we choose others we avoid… The possibility exists even today that we will gain a knowledge that has been following us since birth that we just didn’t notice until now… When ever we are sure or certain… or in the know… we need to step back and ask ourselves what else we are not noticing now… for it is in those times of certainty that we are led to believe we have all the answers… We think we know… and that is the deepest lie we can tell ourselves… Some times it does take a jolt to bring us out of our created reality… most it is just being blind to what is going on outside out own head… A great deal of humans spend their entire life inside… and never see the trees in the forest… the leaves on that tree or the beauty of the branches… or they see the entire forest and not one solitary tree at all… The ability to see it all detail or over view makes a world of difference…

Some time ago my life changed radically… I will not retell the story for I am bored telling it… Suffice it to say that we would not be talking to each other if I had not… I play a lot of games and I was doing the best I could with what I knew to do… The change was in open eyes in open mind… in an open heart… to see the world as more then singularly dimensioned… We can not step over our responsibilities… yet we need to balance them against our desires, our passions, our needs so that we find the peace that allows us to be whole, true and the individuals we aspire to be…

When your head bangs against the wall use the door… when the door is locked enter through the window… when that is barred use the chimney… When it seems that every means to enter has been boarded, blocked or barricaded ask yourself what else you are not noticing now… What are you not seeing that will gain you insight to gain entry… How does one enter without notice and open the door from the inside out… many times we pound on the entrance when the back door is wide open… many times we push when a pull is required… many times we are left out in the cold when a warm fire invites us to sit, to warm ourselves… If we only take the time to notice we will see what eludes us… Some times in life the easiest things make the biggest difference…

A spin…
I took her out for a spin… a roam about… a walk about town… a hand extended to hers we walked… strolled the pathways of our life times together… We spoke of other times, of our desires, we exchanged pennies for thoughts… a look across a table… a dream unspoken… was formed in our eyes… We can spin the words… believe the dream… push it aside and deal only with the reality that is present before us… We can stop and just sit within the dream and let the experience rule our lives… we can do so many things that the effort to go on is a struggle or we can simply enjoy the sensation of being… Being alive… being a friend… a lover… a voice inside some ones head… An illusion in time… a sentry… a guardian… a voice of reason… a voice of insanity… a child, an adult… a writer… a painter… a poet… a dreamer… a realist in time with time suspended I wish… and it does come true… wishes do come true… they step out of the realm of dreams and they appear before our eyes and we are shocked by the wonder…

She spins now about me in circles and in waves… the poetry of her in motion… her sounds illuminate me… she is both a dream and a reality… a passion, a desire… a lust for living each day that brings us closer… What she sees and what I see are different for she is a reality and I am a dream… I am the whisper and she the word… I am the four winds and she sees the hard facts of those winds on her life times… I am an illusion that walks and see is a reality that wishes and dreams and the two will meet and at times have done so…

Time rambles along with me… I have much to do about nothing in particular… I have my in roads to another place… Another time… Time stands still each day while I wander here… I expect nothing… I anticipate nothing… I am inspire by the way I feel… by the joy I get from stepping out of me… I am inspire by the hue that surrounds me… I am taken to poetic wanderings…

Pushed I was onto this rode… pulled down beaten tortured stunned I rested off to the side of this way ward path… It shone out from the others… and I wandered upon it… I have never looked back to see if it was the right one… I know in my hear that it was… I take with me the responsibilities I inherited from those ways and I will keep them with me all the days of my life times… They are the me that I am now… As I laid there sore, bruised and battered… A hand reached out to me and encouraged me to walk a bit in time with time… along the way I met others… and they have made all the difference…

In to each life a single saint must fall… a single moment when we can look back and see the hand of the Gods resting upon us… steering us to a particular place in time to do a task that is worth doing… and that one time changes us forever… that one time inspires us to be altered… to be alive… and from that moment on we are… we are focused… true and guided by a higher form of reality… In my case it was the hand of a angel that touched mine… smiled and stepped out of my dreams… I will forever be thank filled for that smile, that hand, that shoulder… Her words still speak to me each morning… her inspiration fills me to this day… it is she that reaches out from the dream of another reality that splits the seems to show me light in the darkened void… I am alive because a dream reached into reality and made it so…

Noticing…
The sky cleared… the sun peered out… a wisp of lavender… or vanilla filtered in with the air… What is noticed? What is knot? What is planned and what is spontaneous? What is real and what is taped or altered? I have noticed that over time we all need to know what we believe are truths…

The illusion…
Time stands still… it is an illusion for time never stops… just seems that way some times as we await a response… As we reach out our hand in a kindness or in friendship or in the taking of another to some place… What we are searching for is not as important as the search… What we realize along the way is that we had all along what we searched for… It was the journey that proved it to us… that allowed us to see the gift that eluded us before…

Keys…
The keys opened so many things… a cabinet… a file… a car door… a back door and closet… the entrance to the attic locked away with treasures of other life times… The keys sat there on the hook over the shelf under the window for a life time… used every now and a gain was made… a look into some thing to find some thing… a search realized and completed… what are those keys that open the doorways that reside within… they are words… simple words…

One step…
Take one step… and you are closer then you were before you did… One word spoken… is one more that not be repeated… time acts swiftly to repeat the process… to remind us of the time… Words are the instruments of the mind… the way one says what is on their mind… they need to be repeated… often… they are not said enough… There are those that need that pat on the back… every now and again… then there are those that never wish to be counted… speak of be spoken to… listen while you speak sew that the words you weave are sewn properly into the fabric of your mind… You are one step closer to a larger reality then you were yesterday…

Sad nests…
What I never tell is the sad nests that line a life… I do my best to avoid them… and if I happen to fall into one… I do my bestest to relate the story and then move on… I donut dwell in the midst of such places… They are along the road of life… they are the pit falls, the down roads… the off shoots we avoid at all risks… The costs are in time for we learn a great deal from this sojourns off of our desired place… We gain when we take from what has happened the lesson of the sad nest…

We know what we know after we have thought we knew more and realized that we did know less then we anticipated but it stilled the knight only long enough to know that to be sure was to be unsure enough to keep looking for the answers are in front of hue knot stuck in where you have been… The day is the lesson, the acquired skill being applied so that on the morrow one can use that skill… We are learning to day the lessons that carry us tomorrow… One more road to hoe… one more hoe to ride… One more day to dance… I have arrived at the conclusion that we actually know very little… It is really the only explanation… If we had only known more earlier then we wood have made different decisions butt since we didn’t we did make the best choice we could but hey it still got all fucked up… Sew it seems to me that we should just take a different outlook… and realize that we don’t know shit… and if we operate from that perspective life is a lot easier… a grand experiment to see what does work in what combination… A lot like a pot luck stew… what ever happens to be available gets tossed inside… and some how some way it tastes okay…

The constant drain upon ones energy is proportional to the forces leveraged… Of course we all possess all the energy we ever need and then some… for energy is a factor of taping into the endless source of life that the earth is… I wonder how much more fun you can have tickling the earth? A simple test of laughter… A simple test of the ridiculous… A smile carries more uneasiness to a situation then a laugh… Easy does it… in some cases this is true and then there are those that require a good stiff response… I will allow your imagination to decipher the differences… It would seem that we know a little more then we allow ourselves to believe…

Making Sense…
Sense is made with great care… Sense is a mixture of insight… experience and love combined together by human hands… Making sense of the world is impossible when one is off center… One makes sense with attitude more then with deeds… It is alter all how we react to the world that effects us more then the actions of the world… That is why one person is slighted by a word and another lets it flow… It is easy for a person of age to let it be for they have had the experiences to know that it is better to say nothing then to say some thing… and then to speak… the trick is knowing when to do witch…

We tend to repeat the patterns of our lives… because we are familiar with them and we do so love to be familiar… We donut learn from it… but we do love it… We learn from the difference… the diversity that surrounds us… Life is way to short to spend even one day cloistered inside… Some people just donut get it…they have an evil streak in them… they wish to cause harm to others… Do know harm… Walk a gentle path… take only what you need… leave the land as you found it…

As you can tell I am a person who does things to be unnoticed… I could be the person next door… or some one you bump into on the street… or any one you come in contact with during your normal day… the mystery is that you donut get to know as I donut get to know… and by knot getting to know we must remember that at any time we may be greeting that very soul that we wished for… that we thought about in a different light… I am a mystery because I choose to hold onto my identity… When I pass on… my friends, my family and those who know me will probably be surprised at all the things I have accomplished… I have done them silently… quietly without wishing for nor receiving any recognition… One person at a time… One letter at a time… one note at a time… Imagine if we all did just that… silently took time each day to pass on what we have learned in a way that aided just one person… Made one soul better… That is a lot of shared experiences… One begins to over stand another only when they take the time to sit within their shoes… and they only get to do that when one is willing to share them… and we only share them by being creative… You can talk all you wish… what I have found is that when one sits and creates some thing from what they feel it takes their breath away… it eases the ouch that splits them…

While I am knot in Norway… I am party to souls that reside their… I feel close to places I have never trod in this life… I sense that I have walked the earth before in these other places… I will walk the land once more some day soon… my days are numbered as are all days… for when we are born we are destined to pass over… when that time arrives we are never sure… we can only know that uncertainty in our lives for as long as we live… and then at that moment we know that we have reached the end… witch for me is another beginning… I expect to embrace that time with as much joy as I have embrace this part of my life here and now… The past is what was… who cares take from it all that you have learned… the future is a possibility that we may some day reach but today… today is the gift that the Gods have given to us… We should use it well… well enough to bring a smile… There is a though that I wish to leave you with today… A thought I have passed on in other writings at time to others… what if the best feeling you have today… the highest high… you can reach is the lowest you can be tomorrow… What if you can only go higher… How will that change your life…

I know I know…
I know that I know what I know so little about… I know that there is little that I do know well enough to say that I know it… I know that I know is a play on words presented to twist the logic in ones mind to open the door to other possibilities that stretch endlessly forward… I know that in time with time I will get to hold the hand of another and stretch my imagination further to the four winds of time… I can know more or go know further… I know that I am learning to be sure enough to be unsure… I know what I know when I am knowing as much as I do… I stopped thinking that I knew some thing and began to real eyes that I was being foolish because I really had know idea what I knew… Now I know that I am in the state of knowing the little that I know and learning more about the rest that I was knot knowing… I know I know the meaning of what is to be… and that for me is the end of the beginning… This day today I know is a new start… a foolish enterprise to play… a dream escaped… a wish eluded me and now they are as much a part of what I know as any other thing that I know I know…

Writing…
I write… that is all… how creative or imaginative it is, is up to the reader to decide… I do the best I can with what I have today and by tomorrow I will think it to be child like… It is the way of things… What we have done today will seem years from what we do tomorrow… A natural progression… growth toward where we wish to go… I would love to be a writer but that is not my profession it is my passion knot my livelihood… it is what I desire to do… this writing is a way of reaching our from my own private Idaho into others… a way of sharing what life has given me… I am touched that you find my words refreshing… I do have a wonder filled imagination…

Another list…
Another thought… another list… another day to write a review of some thing… of some one… to sit and allow them the opportunity to shine… Lettuce sea the wish filled thoughts of each soul and let them have the key to the highway… I am going on down the line making a list of things to do and sea and when I am done… I will add some more… for there is always more to know and more to sea and more to appreciate… A road to hoe… a field to plow… a dream to imagine… a central figure to carve out of the granite that is my pedestal… A nice hard peace to center to…