later on...

i stopped the car ten feet from the shoreline
and left the lights on, walking into their pathway,
into the thick fog
as a giant sphere
formed in front of me,
and i stopped in wonder,
listening to the waves wash up on shore:
my head said,
"miracle"
my body said,
"don't get too close"
and
my soul said - "why do you not recognize me?"

finally walking back to the car
i turned the lights out and stood
in the dark
in that silence
broken only by the surf
lapping at the wild rocky shore,
and i marveled -
i wondered -
and stayed just long enough
to paint a picture in my mind
made of magic and
spheroids and
You...

Sunday Ferlinghetta

on your feet

You,

and your, “as long as your eyes are open and you’re standing on your feet it’s a good day,” and I wish you’d’a been a guy so I might have pushed you down, even if I would never have of course, you being tiny and pretty and even if you’d been 6 ft 200 lbs with a beard I’d not have touched you because I’m not like that and besides you made a very good point and whatever I thought, however I was feeling, you had every right to say that, and mostly bolster your own good feelings right then, and just because I was feeling pretty lousy myself and out of love as usual, though I felt like I was close to actually having a girlfriend who I talked to on the phone now and then and wished was here and I might have been falling face first into love like I hadn’t since I was a kid, but just because I happened to be feeling like a fly on a windshield when you said that, I should never have told you to

bite me.


20 November 2002

fridayfrypan

Reason

Creation. Light and Dark. Creator, God, Buddha, the Grand Wazoo - all are credited with Creation, the bringing of order from chaos.

God created light, from darkness.

God created good, from evil.

God created woman, from man.

Darkness, the absence of light, would seem in logic to have pre-existed creation. In order to bring about good, evil must have abounded universally, a sort of reverse template in the Divine's wish and need for an opposite. From infinite chaos comes finite order, a regulatory system in which elements of chaos funnel down and combine to make sense, fragile and seemingly defenseless against the forces continually at work to tear it apart.

Yet order, life, the organization of chaos into sensibility, fights on. Why? How?

And so we come to "purpose" and "desire" and that lonely singularity, "beauty". There is a reason behind it all, an explanation for the existence of life against the impossible odds stacked against it by darkness and random, rapacious evil. We seek, presumably, to find the answers, the reason. We are caught up in the Mystery, and we look for God, however we may imagine him, under every rock and around every corner.

Maybe someday God will reveal himself to us, but for now, vive the mystery, and hooray for our drive to find the answers. It makes this life so very interesting...

deepoet,
13 May 1995

failure...

I think I'll make this my philosophy for a bit longer. I've been so good at failing in the past, and looking at it in this way, I've done damn well in spite of it all.
Peace,
deepoet

Saturday disconbobbulation

one of those days

Talking to God - there if you need him...

God's pretty busy, what with being everything, everywhere, everyone, so at times it can seem so very hard to reach him, try as you might. Some of us have prayers we learned in church, some of us make a prayer up and say it aloud, because we believe God loves to actually hear someone talking with him in Faith. When a connection is made between you and your God (for there are as many Gods as there are people, I suppose) you know it to be true, because it causes a certain sensation in your mind, body and spirit. This is the ultimate connection, the clearest communication a human being can participate in.
To my mind, we all talk with God much of the time. The babble in our heads is an ever-ongoing conversation with our selves, we being children of God (yes, even the Hare Krishna, bless them), and as children of God, we're privileged to have God listen to us from time to time, he being our Father. And fathers are loving, teaching, hypercritical and judgmental, as well as very concerned for our living welfare. When we were children, our earthly fathers often took us away to be with them somewhere other than home, in order, I've heard it said New Agedly, to bond with us. So did our mothers, those incredible earthly goddesses disguised as Gaia incarnate. God, as I personally sense him, encompasses all of the concepts of family, of familial Love. And He listens to us, sorting through and making sense of the babble as only he and he alone can.
I have a secret... sometimes, when I want to get in touch with my higher power, I take a walk in the woods, find a good solid Maple or Oak, put my arms around it and squeeze. It's a bit like feeling the power of God's incredible engine here on Earth. Yes, I'm a treehugger, and glad that I am.
God is the ultimate connection, because he is everything. Be still and listen, inside and out. There God will be for you to talk to.
Be still, and listen. God will be there to put windows in your walls.

Wednesday noseday

QUIESCENT

all among
around
and God
quiescent.

Williams' descent
stalled for now
; because we deserve better

. I'm glad I died in '69+ -
I'm happy now
to never let you know

God: speaks to us all
all
the time -
we need but
listen.

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JenJen

my Jenna and the music


my darling girl,
your voice shaky in anticipation of the festival,
the music and the celebration,
as I drove you up the mountain -
your precious voice, excited and true;
"oh, I love you guys," to your friends in the back,
and all the way up the mountain
I wanted to stop the car and pull you to me
as I did when you were small,
when my heart was so warm and so open, so open to you -
as I suddenly found it now, and realized
it had been so long since I had told you -
I wanted to put your perfect head on my shoulder
and tell you
how very, very much
I have always loved you,
my beautiful
darling girl.


2 October 2002

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Wednesday funny - man of the year

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that's important

as you talked,
I saw your eyes tell me
above the words
of your triumph over fear -
love over pain,
and I drew near.

as we talked
in candlelight
and settled with green tea, and
shared our wonder at new life found,
I thought you came
near to me.

as we held one another
then parted,
I tried to kiss you
in clumsy aftershock -
crossed your line, perhaps,
and I felt you draw
away from me.

after you'd gone, and candles put out,
your voice still echoing
in this little place...
asleep on my feet,
clumsy, complete - knowing your joy in triumph
was as strong as mine -
I closed my eyes
and drew near.


13 October 1995

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Humor - Bedtime Virus

Do not open any E-mail with the subject line - "Good Night, Sweetheart." It contains a nasty virus.

Apparently this one is pretty vicious.

It will not only erase everything on your hard drive , but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer.

It demagnetizes the stripes on ALL of your credit cards.

It reprograms your ATM access code , screws up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play.

It will program your phone auto dial to call only 1-900 numbers.

This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

IT WILL CAUSE YOUR TOILET TO FLUSH WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING.

It will drink ALL your beer.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING??

It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company.

It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine.

If the "Bedtimes" message is opened in a Windows XP or Vista environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub.

It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.

*** WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN. ***

And if you don't send this to 5000 people in 20 seconds, you'll fart so hard that your right leg will spasm and shoot straight out in front of you, sending sparks that will ignite the person nearest you.

Send this warning to everyone!!!

THERE'S A LOT OF SADNESS IN THE WORLD!

Right now, as you read this, 17 Million people are having SEX!!! And look at you - you're on the damn computer!

mammatus clouds

Came across these photos of a rare type of cloud, over Nebraska...
holy crap, huh?

see more at: http://www.wtfsrsly.com/mammatus.php

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