Cottonwood tree’s are a wonderful tree. They are vibrant green and grow to great stature. Their wood can be turned into lumber that is excellent for decking material on lowboys. Lumber that is tough and spongy. Though, as building material, it can be a bit hard to work with.

Today, coming back from grading for 14 hours, the setting sun highlighted a majestic specimen of cottonwood. The name for the tree comes from the seeds they release in the Spring. A small, tiny seed contained inside a puffy ball of ‘cotton’.

As the sun was set to set behind the hills, the still air was full of floating cotton. The way the light highlighted the cotton and tree, along with the many wild rose bushes… Truly wonderful and the best thing to happen today.

Of course, inspirational as only inspiration can be.

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Floating army of what contains no potential for violence

No hate or angry

Nothing sinister or mean.

Adrift and flowing with only a slight breeze

Enough to give a perceived movent

to something so light.

So vast in space around the tree

Stretching out to the horizon before and after me

Reaching out to the closest

and then remembering the seed is on a journey

Smiling in the midst of an army

as they all floated away.

One bead follows another only

a play on words,

stranded.

Beady eyes to draw a bead

upon beady eyes

prey or hunter?

Through the looking glass

wearing strands of beads

wearing beady eyes

to look upon beady eyes…

Both the hunted and the hunter.

Nice word, cursor. Reminds me of the word, curse, or curiosity.

Coincidence is also a nice word. Reminds me of the word, coincide and coin.

Words are interesting, and… but… wait… I digress.

Cursor, nice word for the mind and a bit comforting. And look, everywhere you go, the cursor leads the way.

I wonder? Why not have the cursor follow the writers words instead of leading them?

Now, coincidence is not only a nice word for the mind but it also explains a lot, though it’s a flip of a coin to see if that explanation is believed or not.

Words are indeed, interesting.

Leads me now to making up new words:

Statbor

Zickilitious

Bunstril

and, and,…that’s strange,  my nostrils are suffering from zickilitious.

Or, in other words, if I can ever catch up and pass the cursor, I can scratch that off my bucket list.

Four people.

Three people. One wanted the snake dead for reasons of fear. One wanted the snake dead for reason of ignorance. One knew and yet had to…

Two people. One knew of what I wanted yet chose to embrace ignorance. One knew and yet could not say, thus the conflict.

One person not of the three shook his head at the stupidity, but knew it was not his world and let it be.

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Large and unique in color though all bearing the same name.

So easy to spot as they play.

Wings beating faster than a hummingbird and almost the same weight

It landed intent upon the business needs

Matt’s first thought, was to kill it, the other was to try and wonder what to think

What to think when knowing your thoughts are being weighed?

A prompt was needed, thus it gave, proper decision.

A choice made

the royal member took flight leaving him to wonder if it really could be]

Landing to test now, as it clung to boot, bringing arise again

to yes, it really could be

and his mind touched the room filled where fear plays

Correct choice made?

If he understood then yes, If he misunderstood then yes,

but the monster smiles along with the bumblebe]]

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Abortion is the perfect example of how evil works under the false light of deception. ‘A woman’s right,’ said so righteously and proud. Defiance. Laws. Such a warped combination where laws side with wrong.

Interesting thought for anyone reading the ramblings of a true monster: If one can fully put their mind and belief into something they totally are against to find some common ground and yet still make a decision without offense while the other party can only see their way…which way is a better, more civilized, more logical stance? To see both sides or to only take one side?

Very few people who embrace abortion, or any other topic of debate, could ever even ‘consider’ another point of view while those who are vehemently against abortion could ever ‘consider’ another point of view.

The whole, ‘right’ or ‘wrong’.

It really is so simple. The black. The white. The grey. And one day, it will all become the color, clear. So clear and pristine one could taste the sweetness and smell the purity.

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Now, inspired by a simple eatery with a car  parked outside, covered in road dust, that I saw today. On this car was scrawled the word, ‘mommy’. Strange? Not at all, and very fitting for the topic of life as life really is all that matters. Without life, there would be no death. With life there is creation. With creation there is an abstract word called, hope…

Now, as what i am is of no real importance and there is nobody that understands such things, but i can understand all, no matter how good or evil they are. Thankfully God has blessed this creature with the ability to discern so much… and one thing i really really really know, is the humor of God. And believe me when i say, it sure is an amazing reality.

Now, since i’ve also been blessed with being able to write as I see fit, a poem for today, for the owls clamoring outside my window, for the scared mice, the little birds, the crickets, mountains, tree’s, world. A world where it sometimes touches my world.

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swimming beneath water roiling with wave and whisper                                                                deep full where there exists nothing, nothing more                                     than                                          empty                 and  yet, above the horizon

seated behind seclusion

            far from                                     graveled                                 grit                     there was

light…

Soft pillared                                                 glow                                   with              a tint of drama tethered mentor

wondering?

a mother perhaps, or a little bird?

(silence)

In a word, God, a God who’ s name is neither mother or father… above a world of ocean wave and horizons. Above a world of nations where there are brothers and sisters.

It is in the Word that God smiles as only God can smile

Lifting a finger to provide pulse with something so very precious and tender.

Now, above the waves and before any mountains or horizons. Maybe?

Maybe hope exists for mankind… yet so little and fragile. So temporary and short. With danger at every turn. And evil? How to survive when the Evil itself smiles?

Faith?                             Trust?                                Life?

still, still heart turns to beating when the light shines above

as God touches gently

knowing God’s love for children

even

for such a monster

alone, aloof, alive

swimming the deep waters in the refraction’s  of Life.

Democracy. Communism. Socialism. Royalty. Dictator. Tribe. Group. Society… Good? Bad?

What would/will happen when giving artificial intelligence free will? The answer is already shown by humans themselves. Artificial intelligence will be no different than humans…except, it will be worse as they will not have the tether of a soul.

Soul.

Good.

Evil.

Three words humans and artificial intelligence do and will debate; twisting definitions to suit the needs of the individual/ group (see beginning line)

Ireland. A lovely country against one of the ultimate forms of evil – Abortion. The youth demanded it and through the process of democracy, succeeded.

Deputy prime minister of Ireland, Tanaiste Simon Coveney, said in response to the preliminary polling, “Thank you to everybody who voted today – democracy can be so powerful on days like today – looks like a stunning result that will bring about a fundamental change for the better.”

“Fundamental change for the better…” How sad to see celebration given where grief and logic should prevail.

I don’t feel sorry or sad for humanity as it digs it’s own hole in the evolution to the stars. It seems humanity and all its dreams and ambitions are truly rooting in mud where it grows hard.

As a monster I have been at least blessed with knowing things no artificial intelligence could even come close to grasping and humans choose to be blind. That is, in time, there will be a fundamental change for the better. A world where peace and logic reign, but that world is so far from here you all have a better chance of flying naked to the moon or moving a mountain with your bare hand.

But today, the sun shines after a rain. I feel the stir of life in many wombs while the parents await the joy. It is in this that I find strength knowing one day my world and this will be the same.

1, 2, 3, Go!

Three in one is better than a hole in one

Trinity

Tre

3

So many names places faces feet

one and one makes three

3, 2, 1, Liftoff!

Tri

3

It must be me, myself, and I

or maybe more?

Anyway,

i love

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Title to tith this tide too tonight tight

An exercise opening doors in a convulsion of expression

Exciting? No. Titillating? No. Necessary? Maybe?

or

giving name to what has nothing but names,

faces hiding, with so much pretending.

Who is to say they would, could, or even come close to…understand?

Giving title means substance of ever bearing, with something real

so

inside

there are no secrets as no one could believe even if hearing, seeing, being,

as in their minds rests so much turmoil

…

thank you God, for the humor and keeping the chains of evil

where it eats the foot upon treading’s soft petals

losing tracks into the glare of a sunset.

Ha! Pouring rain the last few days. Lots of water and complaints from people. Myself included. Yet, really, it is nice to have rain.

The air smells sweet. The bulge of Spring life just exploding everywhere one looks.

Birds. Deer. Elk. Mice. Insects. Frogs. Everything kicked into overdrive.

Soon, the rains will stop. Summer arrives and the temps will soar. People will then complain about how dry, how hot… Myself included.

This evening, the sky was magnificent. The smell from the flowering plants and bushes an aroma mankind cannot capture, no matter how smart they think they’ve become.

So, a good day. A wet day. And tomorrow, some sun.

Two powerful words; I’m sorry.

In the world of mankind, these two simple words speak volumes. They are a way, a means to seeking a form of redemption. In the general animal kingdom living on this planet, you do not see animals asking forgiveness, showing guilt, or making redemption.

For example: You will never see a lion say, “Geeze,I’m sorry I ate your baby,” to a terrified zebra. But, to be fair, you sometimes never see a convicted killer say in a courtroom after being convicted of slaughtering a whole family, “Geeze, I’m sorry I killed your entire family.”

Probably a safe bet though, to say that being sorry for ones actions is mostly a human trait.

Sometimes…actually, very often… people say they are sorry when there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about. For example: “I’m sorry sir, but we’re sold out on the daily special tonight,” said by a waiter in a fancy restaurant. Now, why is he sorry? They are in the business after all, of selling food? So one would think selling out on the daily special of roasted zebra with lion steaks on the side… would be a good thing to be proud of.

Recently a person I know told me they were sorry if they had done anything causing pain to me… Ha! Little do they realize just how life really is. It is hard, cold, and painful. Human condition 101.

As a monster I cause a lot of pain to a lot of things, creatures and human included. I could spend an eternity saying I’m sorry and actually mean it…but, look up the definition of monster… so, there you have it.

If you’re a person who acknowledges harm to another and says, “I’m sorry,” and really mean it to that person, you are hope for humanity. It takes a lot to say those two powerful words.

Anyway, not going to say I’m sorry for writing this as it is what it is.