Your text entered into my eyes and rattled around like razor blades in my mind.
You Will Never Know The Book Of Life By Starting In The Middle
Fixing machines are predictable.
The solutions are always the same.
There is only so many causes.
This is what makes them predictable.
Fixing people are complicated.
The solutions are never the same.
There are to many causes.
This is what makes people unpredictable.
You love the feel of the machine.
The way it lets you control it.
How well you can predict it.
But you don’t know what makes it tick.
You hate the way people make you feel.
The way they control you.
How well they predict you.
But you know what makes them tick.
There is madness shared by two. (Folie a deux)
You are the human machine.
Some claim they have the solution.
There are only so many causes.
Saying you are predictable.
Knowing they are unpredictable,
They work for the machine.
The one you know is predictable.
The one who makes the drugs.
That always are unpredictable.
Because they are human.
Always knowing the solutions.
Predicted by the machine.
The machine you can no longer fix.
Like that beautiful outfit you love.
The one the doesn’t fit.
The handkerchief carried in a pocket.
Hoping one day to gift.
Why we say bless you to a sneeze.
Wishing to unite again your soul.
Making you again human.
Like a well oiled machine.
There are things I must learn, and things I must do. Today has only been one part of this journey.
((notes))The only positive direction is up. Twelve tribes were scattered throughout the universe. The multi-verse. 235 genes, found only in human DNA. Children of the stars. 24 point nine hours in near space.
Once you command your own sea you command everything.
What Good Is
What good is speech
When you are not heard
What good is hearing
When you can not listen
What good is thinking
When you have no thought
What good is seeing
When there is darkness
What good is feeling
When you feel nothing
What good is hope
When you are hopeless
What good is peace
When there is none
What good is life
When you can not live
What good is caring
When you can not care
What good is dreaming
When you have no dreams
What good is good
When you are not
What good is…
Good is the state of mind where you have absolute belief in yourself.
The most powerful things are buried deep inside us. The only way we can accept them is to let go.
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore. ~ Andre Gide
This post is a combination of feelings, thoughts, emotion and some poetic rendering. What the heck… it’s complicated.
Remembering being mortal.
I remember. I do not feel it. I can, if I choose. It is very, very sad bring mortal. There is happiness, yes. But mostly sadness. As I have said, “Count only the happy hours”. For mortals, they are all to few. But for me — there is no more feeling. Only knowing. Not quite no more feeling. I still want to win. I want to defeat evil. Perhaps I have lost the feeling for the people, for their suffering. I don’t want that feeling. It is of no use to me. That is no longer what matters to me. I only want not to lose true love. To lose true love would be very, very bitter.
If you could dive inside my mind, like a raindrop into an eternal sea, we would become one.
In as much if I could seep into your thoughts we will be one conscience, the sum of our best.
I am many things to myself. Yet through discovery I am many things for you.
Humanly we are individuals in a collective soul of existence.
Personally I am myself, a gift in the present for your day.
Seek what you have never discovered. Climbing our mountain gives a beautiful view.
Birds of a feather may flock together but in the quill of wings fly beyond with me.
Wisdom of air will not speak against true love. It always encourages and never destroys.
Will you led me like a horse to water, drinking the blood from my broken heart.
Vixens are common like trolls under the bridge of troubled water.
In the river of doubt one will never know where it may lead.
A person of class is a class act never a class clown or royal ass.
In this mirror I can see all the things going on around us. How sad the view can be.
Still dinner with the ex breaks the trust of an already weakened soul.
So much is best in us because it bound us to family and strengthens our loyalty.
Treasure each moment and love with all your heart because we do have a choice.
A true warrior inspires others to explore peace. A king rules with love not iron.
There are no demons, we create them. In as much we create our own worst enemy.
The voice communicates desire. It’s what makes talking so much more exciting than texting.
As human beings we must think very clearly, deeply, in how we treat each other.
How interesting the tweets of peeps who write about topics they never intend to seek.
There has never been a time when I’ve had nothing because in you I have everything.
If you would come very, very close to my emotions.. you would understand my feelings.
Though you cannot see what I am feeling you can listen to my song, a heartbeat of two.
It is not one plus one equals two, but two are the sum of one.
It’s not how you stand by your man it is about standing with him… not against.
Choosing to be a part of my history closes the book about our destiny.
Sand superheated with seaweed provide a fine surface for silver on glass.
And looking into the mirror… as the story unfolds…
Love our relationship fore time is not slow.
Sometimes I keep my feelings to myself.
Because it’s hard for someone else..
To understand them..
FISH IN THE SEA
Stinking fish, you chose two, over me.
The one you caught, did not get away.
Discarded, on the bank,
like garbage to thee.
Left to die, a painful death indeed.
No air from the waters of love.
Nothing to swim about within.
Flopping around, unwanted,
Taken for granted,
Only slow and painful a death,
Given to me.
Two cast, is all it took,
For this fish to see.
I am nothing,
In your sea.
Hate of hates.
Pain of pains.
Hurt of hurts.
In a virtual sea,
I am no one,
I am discarded,
Dead, as all can see,
Of your virtual sea.
I am not saying to walk away from the person. My gosh they are a human being. I know well, all to well, how someone I love lashes out at me. It hurts! It becomes harder every time to endure the pain, abuse… to absorb. Yes it is their battle. Be there for them. Yet, pray the person will honor and understand that you too are human, and can only absorb so much.
How much more can emotions endure, the mind absorb, and the heart break.
What are the limits that true love make
Patience and heartache a toxic waste
Hourglass and hands moving snail pace
Three steps forward nine steps back
Prime number fantasy, two became one
Divided by the virtual, destroying the sum.
I spent five days in the hospital from last week until earlier this week. But this is not the point or focus of this post. I have to thank the EMT persons who went above and beyond.
We all perhaps can remember, when knowing someone’s telephone number was either in our mind or written near the home phone. Remember the little black book? At one time we did not have these cell/smart phones. I am sad to say I myself have allowed electronics to take away my ability to remember. I can not even recall my loved ones phone numbers. Anytime I need to convey or write it I have to refer to that glorious device. So yes, how sad for us all. Especially me.
Once again my point. After being taken via ambulance by EMT personnel to the hospital, going through admittance and getting into a room. It the fog of my condition, maybe even under the influence of whatever medication they forced into my veins, I asked for my phone. Seems it was not either with me or “lost” as told to me by a nurse. How could that be? I am usually sure to place it in my pocket.
So the entire time I was hospitalized, I had no way to let anyone know where I was. My kids, who are grown, I found later had called and texted me on fathers day. My daughter even came to my home on that day. She thought that I had to work. Doing some housework for me, leaving me a wonderful Fathers Day card on the table and departing home she had no clue where I was. For her, it was not unusual for me to be off to some destination.
When I finally was discharged, took a cab home, and looked for my phone, I could not locate it. But I did have another cell phone. Sad, once again, it did not have anyone’s number in it that I wanted to call or text. One person did call my home phone and leave a few voice messages. (OH MY!) So at least I was able to text the one. However, from the content of the left messages I saw no reason to share my whereabouts.
So I am thankful. The EMT whom transported me to the hospital, at the end of their shift, found my phone. Now after a day of doing what they do best they had no idea of who’s phone this was. The lady, tried to look, and being my phone was locked could not find a way to call someone to say I have this phone. She went above and beyond and took it to a Verizon store (my carrier) and turned it in. It took some doing but the employee at the store, found it was mine and mailed it back to me. THANKS! So today I got my phone back.
In a past blog post I wrote about the way we now store passwords and other virtual information today. I once again have learned a new lesson. Write the phone numbers down for the people you may need to call. You never know when you may not have that cell phone.
Like sand we shall filter through. As if only a pebble may get in our way, never will we see it as a boulder. Because we are sand, children of the boulder. And as time erodes the minutes, together we can make mountains into boulders. More important, boulders’ into pebbles, and pebbles into sand.
Let us capture that moment. A fraction of the minute we share. Let us dream in deepens desire. I can imagine a design in story. A convoluted truth of mysterious travels. Sifting upwardly toward the sky.
Someone said the sky was our limit. In my mind I say he lied. Let him reach the sky. He wants to build a home there… In the sky. I want to build a Kingdom! Because in my mind there are no limits. The universe is MY playground. I ponder that thought. No, not just the universe… The Multi-verse. Because I am timeless, wild, boundless, and peace. I am without limits because it is my time, our journey. I am patient.
Write the beauty in your heart. Create new chapters. No, not chapters, libraries. Talk with me so we may corroborate. I look at you, into your eyes. You see my laughter and smile. In our shared mind, we, the sand of time, talk. Let us marry our thoughts. A pure union of positive thinking. All at once you understand my wisdom. And join with me in an outburst, perhaps a giggle or two. The apparent truth is declared, the sky is not the limit. It is only a stone. A place to rest.
We grind away some time in our sky. No matter how broad the horizon . No matter how large these boulders of sky may be, You and I are time. More numerous that the sands of all glorious seas, we are contained in the hourglass of life. We write a new chapter in our lives. And add the sand of sky to our landscape. Planting a garden of nourishing food for thought. I paint the canvas of borrowing sky. I believe we need window. It is the portal into my mind. You add a mirror, Yes, it will reflect our togetherness. I paint for you the moon and the stars. You paint a door. Travel with me to infinity and beyond. Believe with me… The sky is not the limit. We are only the limits of imagination.