It flows in the veins of mammals. It flows in reptiles, fish, birds… Blood. The liquid of life; fluid of motion, reproduction, and when it stops flowing… death.

John Kasich vetoes bill to ban abortions after unborn baby’s heartbeat is detected

John Kasich, another politician that speaks out of his ass aka. brain instead of his heart.

Funny how humans hide behind laws that adhere to their personal agenda. The main agenda for humans is simple…Power! The power over life and death. Rulers of their own imagination and kingdoms.

Amazing how humans blame God for their pain, rarely and few give God thanks for their misery and pain.

Predictable how humans ban together to fight that which attacks the collective.

Understandable how Jesus gave His life in Love for the ignorance of humans.

But what humans fail to understand is there are other forces at work besides the Good and Evil. That there are others other than human who also strive for the power over life and death.

Imagine if you will… For a small moment… What if the others other than human view their way against the way of humans? What would happen? And in that there is a very strange and powerful answer…

Taking form in many ways, playing as twine to claws of a kitten. Idea’s, actions, dreams. With many twists and turns. Gnarled, snarled, fit and tied.

With one and then another, such a game. Over here. Over there. All around. For some, inducing paranoia, in others blissful ignorance.

“Work hard and in America you will succeed.” or “It’s your right to be taken care of. Sit there and hold to the gender/species/color of your skin.”

Boring filled with boredom for those of such belief. Horror for others. Humor for me.

So many people scurrying around, trying, lying, tying, as if no one would notice or see. Listen, can you hear? Who? What? Where? When? Why?

Women are, Men are, Children though, they still try.

Thankfully, without any effort at all, the air smells sweet, the Moon bright, and beyond such mundane the stars sing.

Stem of a quill shaped to the drop of ink
Old hands steady in alcove reflecting a glimmer of candles shadow
Surrounded by so many centuries of labored work

In the distance the hollowed stone walls moaned
this the excitement of night wind
whispering among owls stance, atop the walls as if guarding

the heart of the old man
beating, beating, beating
steady and calm as he cast character upon parchment

Black lines curved and followed his mission of evening
one
above the other

Ink sipped by time as the moon climbed higher
higher
higher until replaced by the tired

An old man placed his quill into the hole so very old and colored
With a puff of lip snuffed the flame of such a colorful candle
Carrying then, an oil lamp one and same with a seal

Walking slowly through the large oak carrying hinged iron
closing
walking…

Leaving a room filled with lives beyond countless
bound in book and file
where they never die

As he took time to sleep and gather
more black lines to ink
tomorrow.

“Did you hear the news?”

News

News: A modern definition of depression.

In the ‘old’ days, news was a means of presenting the current status of a moment. To warn of advancing armies. To let the tribe know where the herd of buffalo were streaming.

Today, news is power of oppression with the intent of fomenting misinformation. Straying from truth and embracing twisting facts.

CNN  Fox Pravda BBC MSNBC ABC CBS Al Jazeera… all are shit and suck.

“Did you hear the news?”

Why, of course, yes.

“Where and what did you hear?”

Ask the wind for yourself. Open your ears. Listen. Live.

“That’s not news!”

Not to you. But I know the Sun will set and rise, a corgi needs a belly rub, that it will rain tomorrow, and that Truth is real.

Valley where the waters wind

scouring out a living’

giving chance for ear.

Rapids are what they call them

white, fast, full,

and then

Calm, smooth ribbons beneath which steelhead swim

heading against a current

and back again

Between the walls of canyon, a lion looks for deer

Den a bed for Winter as bears dream

Above the ribbons, the canyons, the animals, the eagles soar

A river, a river flows unaware, uncaring, until

it joins the ocean again.

For it is

said

a way to a heart is from within

What can be given when all there is

neither gem or gold

words of bold

flowers

candy…

But

one small thing, one cannot even hold it

to the Lady

a gift of the Wind.

A mothers crooning ignites the comfort of her infant child

With embers of love stirred by whispered breeze, followed by

a warm caress with her hand.

A young man picks flowers grown the by heat of the Sun

in a bunch held in his sweaty hands

giving them to his flame, his love.

A father works hard in the heat of day, flames of exhaust spitting from his machines

Sweating and thinking

of making pay for a family.

A young woman baking bread in a hot kitchen

thinking of a young man and his flowers

singing.

*

All around  a watery world, filled with clouds, sky, and blue

there exists

fires of the heart never to be destroyed

by flame.

Inspired by a simple swim. Not many people but one family had two boys which definitely provided inspiration.
*

Boy In Green

Working along in play, as if a spider clinging to a wall
he stopped when reaching
the pipe filled hot.

Laughing, he reasoned a path best reached by crawling out, walked around
talking
looking down and then…

Standing there in a green swimsuit three sizes too big
yet more than filling his overflowing, imaginative, mind,
so with questions, I began.

“So, you can hold your breath underwater? How long?”
SPLASH!
He showed the world he can
Head underwater without any bubbles
and then…
gasping and laughing…
He said, “You want me to do that again?”

Of course, he showed the world there was more as he now dove feet first to reach the bottom
over-his-head
Failure
and then failure
and then
success.

Had a toy boat that floated and sank
asked me, “Wanna play with it?”
Laughing, I said no, I’d rather watch him show the world
that he can.

Talked about him and his older brother and learned
They lived in Lucille, plumbing family, and fun
His room was smaller while his bigger brother had more
though
no comic books, or video games
instead
antiques such as a cross-cut saw, and pictures, and books…

Yes, so very inspirational, with a slice, a sliver of hope for the future
of mankind
a small boy wearing green shorts with a large heart filled with gold.

Color abounds when gray a world

Mixing and blurring, covered by sands of time

Steely white smothered bright, lifting blackness sound

Merry and verily resound

this twirl of vibrations

connecting on a level above color, above vibration, above sound…’

Using time as a blanket secure

as the tracks fills with sand.

A child holds their hands extended

Gliding over grass so high

Followed by a shadowed grin.

High above, the Sun

Glowing

Showing the shadow it has Life.