Saturday Mornings

The world still sleeps and I am hear listening to the wind of the night on the desert. The shifting sands sweep my thoughts away like glistening metal. Half buried in the earth forgotten memories push to the surface. The weight of life exists not here. It races in the wind to scourge the world and make it shine in the morning quiet.

Chaos feeds the mind and reason traps it in a killing jar. The only order is the circadian law and even that we fight. The pineal urges pulse under the plates of bone. The spinoid pleasure of randomness exists but a few inches away. To bridge the gap from hateful peanut in my mind to the butterfly of infinite freedom. So far the gap fits universe of culture ,dogma, and plodding existance.
Drag your feet in the dust of useless brain pan.

LGG

Sunday in late June

Hello again world,

Quiet time in the morning and trying to keep the focus of the day. Where to go from here. Daily trappings and fumbling thoughts roll around. The rest of last night's sleep is quickly being replaced by the days heat. The so called monsoons are nothing and the sun bakes us like eggs on the sidewalk. The brief rain of the previous days were awesome and inspiring. The heat drives us underground like vermin. This box offers no reprieve.

For Barb - because she loved this one.

A Poem for Barb

A seed dropped the earth a favor and it brought forth such riches and sorrow. Dirt accepted the favor and folded into itself the kern. But soon forgotten the seed lay sleeping. It woke again during tumult of storm and in the aftermath gripped the earth with its will.
The seed knowing nothing else pushed forth towards the sky. It feeds upon the firmament and young flexible sees the passing ages. Pushing skyward as the seasons pass seemingly endless in the will to possess the dirt further.
Flexibility gives way to wisdom and the bark thickens against the earth. Time beats bark with a rhythm that we all live to. The rhythm of life wears weary all that dance.
The seed become tree danced flexible and light. The sun in the heavens smiled with delight. All things on earth swayed to the music of time, bark, and wisdom. It danced with limber lightness and revelled in time.
Bring bough to earth as all taxes paid. And the wisdom of time takes its due. Love of sky and light bears upon us heavy burdens. And the dance slows to a sweet orchestra of creeks and groans.
On lightest limb lands a gesture of beauty. That brings to bear the favor once asked and answered so many a time. And between a blossom to a seed fell. And the earth holds the child in the shadow of so many a sprite dance. A log slumbers with a devouring fungus.

LGG 08

Hello again, I must be going

Well my fellow humans I have been away a long time and have not written any thing of consequence. I am plodding along lifes way. I have not changed willingly and still exist much as I was. I may be this person for as long as I persist. I hide and the world will do as it likes. The waking world vexes me much and I stay out of the light. I wish to be Timothy the tortise and see the ages from my burrow. Winters and summers pass me like days and minutes. But I have been well and well adjusted. Work seems to be going better ,but it has its challenges as always. 

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