Packing and moving onward and upward

The procress of taking all of your world crud and cramming it into little boxes and toting it all to another place. The stress of growing new roots and trying to not make the same mistakes again. I like the challenge but hate the logistics. Dredging up all those buried emotions about past events. Trying to keep all this too in the appropriate boxes. The boxes are getting organized.

Goodnight

Today * good to have my boy back

My heart is smiling and the rain may come but I remain happy. Standing wet in the down pour facing to the storm yet calm in my little world.

We'll talk later

Larry

How do ever know unless we try.

I have met and known many people from around the world. I call many friends. But what of love from the lost and bewildered like me. I thought at one point in my life that I knew something. It was fleeting and enigmatic ,but I knew it was there. Then my beliefs and trust was lost in a moment. I have never found them. May not ever feel like that again. But who cares each to there own. And if you have it throw it away like every one else does... maybe love is dead to the world. only memory remains.

use your head - message of the month

life changes fast

the present is the moment of clarity before you collide with the future. the past is the aftermath. the all else is cleaning up the crash.

I know I write in odd prose. I am living my life and trying to be in my son's life as much as I can. Or will be allowed.

How can one find happiness in this world without bringing misery from some where else into it. I don't know where or what to look for. Or how to even know if I've found it.

Look I'll level with you I thought for a moment that I had found a connection with somebody but I as usual ran foolishly ahead without considering the impact. So here I am thinking.

Where do I go from here. Do I run or stay the course.

happiness of the heart - at last

Today my heart is filled with joy. I have climbed the mountain of heart break to the plateau of self fullfillment. Here atop the break I find my gnostic godess. Thin air fills my lungs and clears my mind. Rushing wind makes no rustle in the twisted undergrowth of my consciousness. Here new thoughts grow into hope.

Coping

Hello again Friends , Romans, Countrymen, something something,

I'd rather be riding and pushing that pedal. I have not been through in a while but none the less time slips. The days have been good and the work a pain but rewarding. I have seen the seasons flow heat and dust to cold and empty. The brain travels to the places it once was and plays the clips in my theater gord. The dull sheen filters the stream like a haze through which the river of ideas pour. I reach out to catch a glimmer of some vaguery and the smoke ebbs from my touch. Only the heavens guide my mental flight to the opal drabe reward on rachis to the darkened sky. The trail ridden pathless through cool dry air pounds the earth with my heart. But in my ear nothing but rushing roar of life.


Rubbish Most certain

Too Long between posts, Yep just plain lazy.

I have been working my ass off and have not even looked here for some time.
Will soon have more meaningless junk posted for you peops soon.

LGG