The lack of connections Call it Un-connection, Non-Connection It is as if what I hear called reality With all of its little hints, codes, and colloquialisms Is just a story someone found worth repeating. Damn similarly imaginative Ape-Childs All howling as told to, to that which we were shown To fear and hate and love and want. It is like noticing something you now remember Seeing all the time Last night, between dreams and thinking, I visited That thin preserve of true wonderment I could see through what was told to be real There was nothing behind it. Not in a bad way. Not in any way. I reached out, thru all my pasts Every etched touch. Seeing if any held true. Not a one. Each easy to release. No. That’s not right. Not release. There was instead really, again, Nothing.
Taking the steps and making the moves. Tight little glimpses of ever required lusts Cool wet spring air better than any sermon These gods awakened by thoughtless Oaths Now timely demand their tribute And it feels good to give it To pay what is owed Doing your part of the pact Let the needless stances Useless without a Battle Fade to memory Bring back the Sun Push forth the Heat Carry out the Bright Kindness in the eyes of those Who are smiling truthfully
When the credits roll and the music makes The time start again. Wait for the gag reel. Wait for the final joke. Never hurry to the next thing. Seeming so important. Not so at all. You’ll miss the real show The lights coming up The contrived illusions giving way to The true magic There are saber-like shapes twirling Cutting long slashes in the night. Cutting the cool of the shadow into Manageable bites. Far off in the wet dark deep, Some awesome slick sliding natural Eating Machine pauses All of it mouth and mouth support It wonders if that is all it could be Then realizes that there is nothing else If would every need or want Besides all the arts and gifts That is already is.
Uplifting sounds float about me, pleasant like warm sunshine. Some of the sweetest compressions and rarefactions. I don’t know what to do with my evening. The options seem limitless. Ready for more fun-filled Dice. A movie with a Panda. Thoughtful Bees. Fights. Options. I think I will sort of just see what happens. Rest. Relax. Think and Be.
A sudden and full wave of Emotion. What the fuck happened? Where did that come from? Shit! A little nothing -Fucking Nothing! -At work set me off I mean, really. Everyone I work with is cool But I rub people wrong, sometimes Usually without meaning to The resulting confusion can be frustrating This time I choose to just let it be But, man, I am still all Loaded Up I feel like … I don’t know! Ok. There is a reasonable and, I guess, obvious Answer I just Hate to admit it. I am most likely all stresses out from a Huge variety of sources I just feel Weak Admitting it. There. I admitted it. Fuck. These sources are my fault. The effects and cage-like edges to my life A testament to wrong choices Wrong actions Wrong dreams You know what? Fuck It. They might have been wrong choices and dreams But they were Mine. I just didn’t realize I had stored so much away. Got to let off some steam. Hmmmmm……
Letting Happiness roll and root. The cool and reinvigorating spring air Down by the Sea, with the trees and the dogs. Little joyful skips and Melanoleuca smiles There will be more of these days of Newness. Like the clouds parting. With the Clearness comes Less growls. Well, at least less of the Unwanted growls! Cause sometimes, when it is working You just gotta growl! Ok. Back to the main thought here As I wander in my brain Things may be quieter Even boring to someone looking in. But the freedom to wake, not come to With sun as a friend, with a clear mind Will let me enjoy the special New Joys On another note, the Dice have more Acolytes Seems like the whole world can benefit From a little bit o f Change
The thoughts and feelings are Smoother than they have been In a Lonnnnng Time. Why? Has anything new happened? Oh, yeah. Probably. I just don’t see it. Like most people. Most of the time. Probably. Only missing the Little Beauty!
A walk in the park led to sights I must have seen before. Just forgot that I had. Seeing visions from the past or from memory in the now Can be exciting. New in a different way. Like all the Lightsabers of late. Mixed with thoughts and Dice-Time and Calm. Like so many times before But still bringing something new. Speaking of New, Some little Smiling Chick has Moved in with The Devil! Ha!
Ozark: One who offers to help after all the work has been done Duntish: Mentally incapacitated by a severe hangover Coined by Douglas Adams and John Lloyd in The Deeper Meaning of Liff. Yeah. Liff. Not Life. Go figure. I spent my Friday night, like the cool kids Watching Battlestar Galactica I really, Really, liked the previous seasons And, of course, the earlier version.
This new season is starting to get good. Which is good. Cause when this show is Right, it Rocks! Sexy cylons.
Nick Cave has a new album Tomorrow the Anti-Heroes continue their Fight against an Illithid Assassin The Dice are changing. I was told I need a vacation. Hell. I thought I WAS a vacation! There is something… Out there Thinking of me as I think of others
All the little Playthings With all their little hopes Some with little tricks That show you how to cope Few if any see What really should be bright All they seem to want Not to win, just to Fight
The Freedom of Knowledge. The Little Beauty and I are of One. My mind lets time fall away Tracing RF signals after ensuring Azimuth and Elevation A little more falling Then a Panda walk with The remembered Dead A disappointing Treat and a fulfilling Tea Some Corey Hart A few last laughs Now, Reading All good.
“So I was telling her, that, sure, if she didn’t want a drink And, sure, if she didn’t want to dance, That maybe she would still want To let me get on top of her and go Arrrg! Arrrg! Arrrg!” I hear this and I know the truths Sometimes drool means Hello Sometimes it is just fucking drool
Heavenly felt directions waiting Thoughts of meeting Hearts growing Cold The simplest way would To just say it is Loosing Reality. That isn’t the whole deal though There is the worrying knot Of never having had it To set Free Sure. Right. Yeah.
