Little woodpecker of sort

rooting out the huddled critters

peck and peck and peck until

success!

Must admit with admiration…

fun to watch.

A picture inside, this showing a jumbled pile

Haphazardly scattered after being formed from a tree so long ago

Some warped and curved

Some cupped with sway

Some straight and true

A few darker in color showing the Sun’s age

Even a couple looking new and fresh, fresh as the day they were made

)))))-((((((

(insert random shadows of merging black, white; prisms colors in night and day)

(((((-))))))

When dry the soil they rest upon is firm, when wet they feel mud

for years

they lay

.

.

t\.

./then, when a decision is made they come together.

Measured and cut, drilled, bolted, nailed, trimmed, sanded, painted or stained

and then…

A bridge remains

or

a home

maybe even a chair or table…

<<<<>>>>

People use, abuse, respect, accept, or cast away

(all with personal attentions, will, and choice)

the work of a carpenter using what comes

from the Life of a Tree.

knowing or knew

k or okay

be or to be

mmm… interesting

1=1+1 or 1+1=3? two is not the answer or option and how can that be/././/\\//\\?

so much to know and with knowledge it can be real

or

a smoke screen…

smoke is wonderful as it dances with me

hand in hand, full of past, present and future

such as it is…

and always

will

be.

-Welcome back wind-driven dancers

Your white skin of crystalline; frozen rime; mature drops of water

it is

your time

Outside my window they dance for me and beckon

Alluring seduction as they chase and drive

circular, linear, bouncing…

together yet seperate

they herd my emotions

There is something special in the smell of air and their motions

Silent except the Winds speak

beckoning and calling and so

tonight we will dance on a floor of frost

ice cold heat

listen to the words, the music,

and always to live

the dream.

Inspired by much. Everything in life is inspiring just as death itself is also inspiring.

Edgar Allen Poe is known by many readers and writers. His life was inspirational as was his death.

The following is one of his works that i will ‘change’ to fit my tastes…

***

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1875)

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

***

Alive

By: Robin B Lipinski

(never to be published or read by those just can’t seem to understand)

Foul touch of simmered breath

Assail birth’s bed — I have spared

Asked and given — forged flamed, his eyes filled dread

Seed given with plantations of slit — furrowed and tilled their smiles

Pregnant idea’s his beamed — not mine, nor hers, nor his lies…

Monsters realm of real, hidden beneath bed and home — I found courage of time

Winds carry the secrets so obvious, so filled, so it is… fine

This dust, these ashes — bones barren to still the soul\

With ease of maintained determination and will — destined lineage removed from clay

Spittle flying from and to such feeble soup — barren potatoes, moldy bread sopping vinegar wine

Risen, flying high above clouds and grave — slaying demons laugh

it is

i

so very, very, very much

alive.

(the following is written with the vision of snakes as the letters. alive. in motion. constantly wiggling and, as it should be)

Balance between this lady liberty,

jussss

tice…

Fortunes held

in balance

Life held

in hands

Fate mocked by destiny

divine such

Right or Left

there issss

no

Tail beating cavernous walls

taolon’ssss

curled

Tongue such flavors tasted

knowing only God

can slice through

the scalessss.

Nothing much, just a tiny slice of vast eternity

She caught my attention so long ago, it seemed so unimportant

or

so it seemed.

There were the usual childhood drama; losing baby teeth, stitches, growing pains

and social relations to learn what was accepted as good

what was deemed as mean.

Surrounded by such that for some, it could be confusing

yet it all made sense; proper; travels of what it is

and should be.

Maybe now, body older, mind so large and full; growing as a black hole devours a galaxy

Maybe now that is why i love pizza so much

as every slice reminds me

of a small slice devoured

the flavor of

infinity.

Read a good article regarding a ‘new’ con job being called, influencer. Apparently some people who know how to navigate the electronic shit now covering this planet came up with the idea of getting a lot of ‘followers’ and then try to get free stuff from companies they promise to give exposure. Seems like they want everything free. Not strange. Humans are a greedy, lazy lot for the most part so it is only natural something like this would emerge.

Inspiring.

***

Free

By: A lazy shiftless moron who just happens to have the time to invest in figuring out how to gain attention and free stuff.

Me, me, me

I, I, I,

Look at me!

I am important!

Do you know how much influence I have?

You need me!

I,I,I

Me,me,me

I,I,I

Me,me,me,me,me,me,I,me,I,me,I…

(and in rebuttal by the world in general)

“Go fuck yourself…”

Which wave to ride? So many today  to choose from. The top has better view but the air is thin. The bottom so rich with weight. The middle seeming perfect but smothering in chances.

So much to choose from such as the myriad colors of just black and white.

Simple.

So it seems.

Maybe it is… just better to dream… and live anonymous watching the ripples waves make.

Montana, (a most vile and horrible place full of ancient evil spirits) is going to have up to three feet snow of snow tonight. Gotta love climate change. It is purely the Republican’s fault and also the the United States fault.

China, India, and the rest are as pure as the driven snow.

Snow is white… Interesting. It is not black. Is God racist? Black people should have snow in their color also.

Today, my mind was a desert. It is full of so much sand. It is empty of empathy and compassion. It is frozen colder than the ice formed in liquid nitrogen.

Thus, today, it snowed in the mind and it froze out all human contact and feelings. In this, it is…

good.