Falling free

To the light

The journey full

A life done well

A change is fear

Fear unknown

Well done

It's known

Now be free

Free to light

Out of Order

wait a minute

do you know what you are doing

she is irrelevant

of no consequence

she will dra…

… YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!

You know not what you say

This woman is destined to change the world

And I am going to be right there

Side by side

Supporting her quest

Her work is necessary

She possesses insight born of the real human condition

And in spite of this she constantly chooses life

She is a true believer

And my faith in her sustains my belief in all good

This woman IS relevance

And never ever say or think otherwise

katzenjammer

another blasted headache that is or isn’t necessarily an imbibed fault is it to be assigned blame to what or whom or this and that with confused leverage sending mixed messages of greatness and shallow depths of hurt resulting from hemispheric transfers to roller coasters of sensations high low then level to all soon settled and usual an unusual reality welcome to hope forthcoming

To Air for Human

I watch this world from my gutters edge. My view is the best of all. The humanity flows past me not even aware of my existence. Many of you are not even aware of each other, preferring to exist in silent ignorance of the men and women and children who share your space. You find anonymity in your ear phones and machines and newspapers and books. Silent wraiths moving among humanity off and on the platforms, waiting for transport to another existence far off from this place.

Do you talk with someone there? Do you love someone there?

I look up these tracks and watch your machines come in. Paired ribbons of rail crisscrossing around a long wide curve deliver you to this place and remove you again. They move on into the distance forever grounding the cars keeping them in their places from destination to destination. These paired ribbons never touch each other yet often do they cross each other, an intermingled coexistent sharing of moments of energy and time, joining humanity momentarily on shared journeys.

Do you feel these connections? Do you know others exist with you?

Yes I watch you all from my gutter. My shadow plays upon the sides of your train cars momentarily revealing me there, so often hidden from your view. The windows flashing by tell me stories. Movie set vignettes of the most very ordinary of extraordinary people grant me perspective, insights to moments of your life. Sadness and joy, truth and lies, love and disdain, sorrow and laughter, the elixir of conflicting stereotypes pushing past pulled by forces of necessity and unrequited commitment.

Today, two are in their places positioned across the chasm of twin tracks. They are face to face dutifully behind the yellow line drawn there to keep them safe from passing trains. In their faces is a sad quiet, an acquittal of love. Perhaps that of siblings, trust placed in each other. Perhaps that of friendships built originally on stoney ground and then tentatively, terrifyingly, finding fertile space. Perhaps that of lovers trying to navigate the all of difficult intimacy, in full sharing, placing their very souls in the cautious hands of another.

I may never know. I can see their stories flash by in the windows of the trains as they pass by, and I can only guess. Two lives lived equally in shared pain and shared happiness. Their silhouettes exist in the foreground as angels affront of their society. They look across the chasm and watch the unfolding world emoting momentary smiles, tiny tears, recognition, sorrow, comfort, and connection.

In their background is night sky, gentle breezes rustle leaves, angels shine, their wings a flutter in the wind. Moonlight touches and wanes wrestling with the expanse of land and sea. Phosphorous lives, luminous to touch, crave for the most they can afford in the short time their coil allows.

Musicians and poets and actors come to view providing a running pantomime, prodding for cracks in the friendships of the loved and finding holes, narrate tomes to celebrations of musical arrangements designed for the two to dance. They pirouette once, twice, thrice, a quadrangle of turns leaving them still and dizzy to each sight.

Children arrive, innocent and lost, they ground reality to the real world of innocent joy. Water and nature and toys and reading join child wonder to child wondrous. A wanderlust of discovery as their world comes into focus. Why why why why is asked again and again and again; and answers are patiently discovered in each other.

The hurt of association is felt again and again. An army of the lonely march past, faces long and longed, sad and saddened by possibilities and refusal. Twice and more burned, to be burned no more. A quiet resolve respected but unshaped forms in the band. They will live life alone, no connection will co-join the existence, and unhappy resolve falls into wail. A choice from uncertainty.

The hurt of bodies trying to heal, independent of dependent, fear of release, is delivered and relinquished only on request. Ask and you could receive, or be asked and you must refuse, a milk of kindness delivered with no intent but the desire to release this physical to a metaphysical plane.

The transport moves on. The non existent disconnected faces of humanity have left, leaving only these two. They turn to the direction of the pair of twin ribbons running away from the station and walking to the end of the platform, they step down between the tracks. Reaching out they walk silently hand in hand only aware their journey is still so new, so full of promise. They can walk their own tracks independently. They will dance when the tracks cross, revelers of their companionship. They will lament when the tracks part and celebrate when they align again. They will share stories of their lives, of the wonders they have seen and experienced and witnessed.

And they will lament the possibilities they could have been. Yet they will not dwell in that land. They will move on, forever for themselves, forever for each other. Who will you be to each other, I wonder. And I know. You will be who you need to be, true to yourself, true to your companion. For that is what you wish for each other.

The train leaves the station. I soar for these two. They alone may set the course for a new and wondrous world. They alone own themselves to each other.

Find something worth dying for...

...then live for it!

Be a Man

Stiff upper old boy
Suck it up buttercup
Take a spoonful of cement and harden up already
Freeze your soul
Show some fortitude
Grow a set, preferably brass
Take a chance and win
Swallow your pride
And do not wallow in self pity
Pity the fool
Take that step
Surf those waves
Do not be the eaten
Make your actions loud
Don't ever look back
Set yourself apart
Win the rut
Be the life that is waiting for you
Failure does not exist
Do what's possible, the impossible
Start the thousand miles
Life is not always fair, so what
Quiet desperation is not an option
Actions are louder than words
Be bigger than your fear
Nothing in this world is handed to you
Go out and get it
When you are weak, stay strong
Be a man

.....can I still be weak in the knees (once in awhile)

Loosing Heart

I am lost in a strange and wondrous land.
Emotions and feelings dominant surround me.
Ill equipped to cope I fail and flounder.
Walking ever nearer the chasm edge.
To jump would be easy, an escape from the pain.
But my guide turns me inward.
Face your fear, know the pain, feel the love.
The reason you are lost is because it is unfamiliar territory.
And it is in constant change.
No one person knows fully the way.
The best of us join together.
And we hold each other close and honest.
You can do this my friend.
Come from the cold, join in this warmth.