Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Get off the rock

Killing others, wiping out entire cultures. Killing each other for possessions. Killing out of anger or fear. Killing out of terror of getting caught.

We kill, there is no doubting this. Humans are smart animals. Not smart enough to move massive amounts of people off the rock to better humanity

We are smart enough to create weapons and bombs that can decimate in seconds. Not smart enough to understand everything has a right to exist without our interference.

This planet is not the only one. Common sense tells us, due to the many cultures and creatures perhaps we were meant to move back into the universe.  Can we focus? Lets get off the rock.

Ten

The prescription

ten private massages

ten kisses to your body

ten smiles for your heart

ten laughs every day

ten giggles when you can get them in

ten hugs to people who are not your friends


Being little

When she was little there were day dreams of love. Holding someone so long wrapped up in their arms.

Warmth dripping from us both. Excited to be with each other. To just be alone in the world together.

Then the hard truth came her way. The old man wrinkled hard hand grabbing at her. She felt afraid.

The old woman who stroked her hair told her all would be fine. Then into bed they ended, and he appeared they laughed at the girl when she cried and was afraid.

A fist to the face will make you wake up that something isn't all right. The black eyes should have kept her away.

As he punched the air out of her then tortured her with his manhood. She thought about being held and loved. A soft kiss, a gentle touch.

When she was little there were day dreams of love. 

Not free

The word Free has been splattered around the Internet to entice us.

Free, for millions means leaving an oppressive government. Freedom for many just simply meant free.

What really gets some  out there is how how free has been linked to post after post. Lame attempts to get us, the buyers into the web pages. Then, the price tag comes leaping out at some point about two to three pages in.

Freedom used to mean free, no cost attached. We didn't have to wade through pages of lameness to be told in the end, it's really not free. 

Friday, November 16, 2018

Tucson Arizona, home of the great University of Arizona. Outstanding weather. Cactus and lots of pricks around to fill a good day of activity.
Dysfunctional has been brought home to repair a once very nice manufactured house. Now turned into the transient flop house with all the trappings of living on the street brought right indoors to wreck a good home.
Some might even call Tucson the mecca of good and evil vying for the light or dark.
We can see graffiti every where. Decay and renewal. The changes and challenges have made an all ready weary traveler exhausted.
Love and emotions are all on the back burner. 
Emotional outbursts due to seeing how one used to live, then nausea comes in. Reminding the weary traveler life can often show us exactly how at fault and imperfect we really are. 
Growing up and trying to teach our children how to survive the madness that now seems to be engulfing many Americans.
The reminder this to shall pass. And there is only one life do not waste it on vileness and anger. So the weary traveler moves forward seeking solice while the project ahead is massive. 

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Shudder

Deaf could hear the screams from the heart

Blind could see one blast of light

All humans would shudder

Truth be told can not be heard

Those who try to belittle shall be little themselves

Walking the path of ridicule places one in pearl

All humans would shudder if they could see one blast of light









Thursday, August 16, 2018

Fresh Air

No sunshine today, there is a brownish tan haze hoovering below the tree tops, about half way down. Greeting the day with hazy sky evokes memories of the nineteen seventies.

There were communities where mining was the mainstay. There was one nasty truth about the smelter smoke from mining, that smoke also hovered about four feet off the ground.


Thick haze from fires hangs in the Northwest. As everything that breathes is enduring bad air days.

Dirty air isn't good for anything on the surface of this plant.