We live in a world where there is instant access to gratification. Take Pandora for example. Pandora is just one of the many music websites where a listener can choose what to listen to.

Since we live in a money orientated world all it takes for a person to have ‘commercial free’ broadcasting on Pandora, and also to utilize other ‘time saving’ options, just pay a monthly fee.

Yes, this world today is one of instant, instant, instant. Don’t like whats being played? Push ‘forward’. Like what’s being played? Push ‘replay’. Heck, you can even combine songs and listen to them as they are mixed together.

It would be an interesting study to see how many ‘young’ people still listen to the radio. Do you? Are you one of those ‘instant’ pleasure takers? Change the channel? Maybe you go through sex partners faster than a rock falls of a cliff onto your head?

Instant satisfaction. Instant soup. Microwave popcorn. Fast. Faster. Fastest. I say, “Fuck it all.” And in the translation of “Fuck it all.” I mean, slow the fuck down.

Everyone is in such a hurry. They all think in terms of seconds or minutes. Some think in terms of years. I think of centuries.

Everything worthy of historical significance can only come about after thousands of years pass a set point in an albeit arbitrary consciousness. Look at the Neanderthals. A great bunch that was needed so the homo sapiens got a shot at the clock.

Roman empire. Chinese dynasties. Aztecs. Egyptians. Now that is a perfect example of slowing it all down. Today… damn, what a bunch of hyped up idiots.

You see, it’s not just about satisfaction and happiness. In nature there usually is more pain and failure than satisfaction and happiness. Just ask any mouse that is currently dangling from the claws of a hawk, a hawk who just scored a meal and will soon be hit by a car filled with some idiots listening to something gratifying for a second until they become bored and switch to something else, else, else, else, else…

One good thing I love about the radio is that you have to listen to what they play. Some songs might make me happy and tap my feet and others make me want to turn off the radio except then I’d miss the next good song.

Also, listening to the radio makes you listen to commercials, news, all the stuff that either grates the mind or pleases it. The radio is actually a great representation of past civilizations… Some is good, some is bad, but all is needed.

This is why today was good. The Sun shined, the Moon shined, the temperature was perfect, the sky clear, the work pleasing, the conversation excellent, and I listened to the radio.

Down the canyon walls there sounds the flowing creek

Amid, among, and in between; pine tree’s stand the banks

tall

whispering secrets

hidden from sight

aloof almost, almost hidden, almost mostly though

from the eyes of a bird

seen.

Cold waters flow, from  mornings snow to melt to run towards a river

highway to low to where the tides reside

over rocks between rocks

and me

Walking the wall

between

creek and fire

with wind trying to intervene

Slowly and with determination, the flames creep ever farther

down

down

down the canyon face

Soon, the day was over with the fire scolded until cold

while the feet were tired, the sweat dry

and in between the canyon walls; reverberated the laughter

of an ice cold

stream.

To own…

Property? Emotions? Life? Death?

To own sounds much like possession.

No one can ‘own’ anything. Well, one does own what actions they perform…

That’s about all a person can own. They can only own what they do and that is really all.

A car, house, diamond, land… all just an illusion of agreement made with others of like mind.

The saying, “You can’t take it with you…” after you ‘die’ is so very true.

I like the saying, “Own up to it.” A nice, short way of explaining what is so very true. Humanity owns nothing but its actions. This is good. Sadly though, people will continue to fight over what cannot be truly owned. Land, minerals, territory, water, even other planets…

T.T.

Ta Ta

Tee Hee

Ta Da

To

Be/

this world of genetic knee jerk goop boarding on sane and insanity

one cell works to keep alive, one cell tries to kill

food to fill

food to empty

a waist showing middle ground.

(thus, the inspiration as given by biological mortality)

*

Stalactite  seeping from the sssskin of womb

Pointed as in ambitions with a beating mind bereft of known blood

knowing more as there is more than gravitational force

Lair of hold and home, these waters bring more than life

more than words of vibration

more than grass or gold

Center world, a place so

compression

expansion

Strange though, for all its glory, for all its wonderful secrets

there beneath the step of man

such power so humble and simple

growing from such the rooted stem of  flower.

Narcissism. Ego. Victim. Important. Alive… Words of describing so many to include, myself.

Now, it is all well-and-good to be able to discern between humility and pride, or narcissism and secluded shyness. These are labels and as such used to help describe the human condition.

Have you ever asked yourself who you are?  If you have, were you happy with your answers?

Many people care what others think of them, many people care less. That’s what I enjoy about humanity; vast oceans of emotional identities and thoughts.

Some people love to wear red hats. Some love sex. Some hate raisins. And endless menu of identity and choice. So who are you? Tell me about yourself. I ask this because there is a constant input of data coming this direction always, and always has.

Confused? Good.

Let me tell you a bit about myself.  To a doctor of the mind I’m crazy, or in kinder words, delusional. Oh yes, there are many ways for the medical profession to describe such as myself, and that’s just the medical profession. Throw in the religious, business, you, and just about everything else in this world, and you’d have descriptions matching boring to bat shit crazy.

This is a three dimensional description using the tools of your world to describe. A picture would be better but that bores me at the moment, but not, and now. This is, it is, me…

* 12*  3 3 3 _____________________________(inserted between () and () with balance)

from every direction comes the flow, the river of time carrying life on the line

holding in the palm a plan a story a way of being with little room for personal choice

such a flood of feelings, of sounds, of sights seen and unseen

a gift? No, not really

a gift? Yes, absolutely

1+1=4

4+4=8

8+4=12 a;; all ;ll ;l; are correct leaving 5 in its wake.

boring? definitely not. exciting? definitely yes. real? the bird rests upon a branch barren of leaves. In the bird’s beak there rests a ribbon made of thin gold alive and pulsing with blood of thousands of worlds… worlds destroyed, spared, and those given rest.

a torso now, as that is what one currently feels as they sit riding on a bus, and there, she thinks about why such a cruel world would kill her cousin… thousands, millions, billions, trillions of streams of data bearing down; crushing weight.

who (passing ten billion years with just a blink of one eye leaving the other to be born)

am (opened the mind for just micro-seconds and wearied in reply)

i? (ideum ) no… Osmium.

The answer is, no one can understand or stand or sit or be as in the world of monsters, there really (is)  nothing else like me.

and so, such a way to create a  bit of breathing room. a hollow and empty room filled with intense hot white light, and taking the pleasure of brief.

there comes now, many rooms with many open doors. so many the voices will almost overwhelm… it was nice to have the time to breathe, waiting now for this world, the world of Earth… to..

and now, taking wing into the center of the Tree.

why try when the results are always going to be the same. a game where people wash themselves with soap. wear clothes. comb their hair. eat food. sleep. work. play…

watching ants scurry about looking for food. watching bees hover above a flower. watching clouds cross a sky. watching. watching. watching. for what? what for?

maybe that is what humanity really is all about? games? mistakes? more likely, an insane attempt at reality?

some pray some stray some wonder some love some hate, but maybe, it is all the same? … no, no that’s not a correct assessment for all, or is it? no, there is more for sure, that’s true.

thankfully there is the wind, the loving wind that is truly my only friend in a world totally lost hand-in-hand with cruelty.

no one can understand

no one

which is why it is good to be alone with the dreams not of this world, or the next, but my world, a world where there are no people, no ants, no flowers, no clouds, no sky…

a world where there is peace, a world where there is joy, a world so far away from cruelty and hate, a world where a monster can truly rest.

.

on one door, it bespoke a heavy presence of timber and framed
a large bronze handle only recently held as copper
inside, a verdant green

on a second door, it waved with breeze and web. inside, a spider
handle of gossamer with braided strand
inside was but a mirror

on the third door, is simmered coal black
handle of diamond
inside was solid rock

on the fourth door, blinding white with trails
handle the warmth of a beating heart
inside, a pulse

so much yet so simple, such doors to choose
simple yet another choice so often unnoticed…
the choice to become the ceiling, above all and seeing such, or a floor, feeling the entire weight.

The headlines coming out of the bastion of the Democratic stronghold commonly known as California had a new headline today…

California bill would prohibit animal dissections in public and private schools through grade 12

Sounds nice. Protect the pickled frogs and crayfish from the inspection of small humans trying to learn about biology.

Biology. Wonderful topic. Deals with the mechanisms of life.

Interesting though, a bill to prohibit dissections as that is ‘cruelty’ to animals…

BUT, abortion, now that’s just downright perfect. A great life-lesson for children. Perfectly legal to chop up, suck out, and kill a little child just begging to be brought into a world…so they can grow up and be concerned about dissection of frogs.

Thankfully though, there is hope… For biology lessons that is. California teaches kids  how to put on condoms AND how to perform great sexual favors on each other!

Gotta love that fucked up state-of-mind so many call, California.

(this world sucks… literally)

Dictators are all alike

depending though, on perspective.

President Trump is the Devil to those who hail such Angels as Sanders, Hillary, and Obama

‘President’ Kim Jong-un, Supreme leader of North Korea will one day be a poster-child dream, for the likes of those in love with Chavez, Mao, Lenin, Stalin, and Fred the pizza-guy who kills and buries little girls.

Who is guilty in this world?

That’s easy…

You all are. Though, in your defense some will hail you. Some will like you.

We all are floating along with lives boarding on plank of boring to surreal. With some cream rising to the top to where we have two guilty parties sitting together, trying for something strange and alien to this world…

Peace

Sheared or shorn to show a harvest took place

Stalks or stem once held the grains of seed

Such is the past scene

Now covered in snow with tracks of those taking passing

looking for lost feed

leaving tracks as payment