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I saw it on the outset some gaits beyond. Dawn had started its syncron. The pale rider went sound to the bottom of the sea. Days in the welcome fire of eternally shapes and shifting works. The pleasant augurs of a distant fleeting Concord.

The author of our play quills another soft for saving glimmer by the tree. The glad and drawn sequence of autonomous events which wager the asking for recount and glibber out upon the schema of plank and kernel transepted derivations going on drama. There discerns the youngest in the truck. Glancing fore and hooking a breast plate of an armory some 4 and a half feet tall.

The talkiest of them sees the forest and reaches out to plant trees. This synaptic way of being clever with the Linden and foreboding the peach. How to crawl back from city streets, up countrysome to a resigned distance between the force and the flag. Let both aggressors speak to the teacup. The fortunate sons of an unmitigated labor. The encouched badger and the enshrined dog, each must task its hazard for the mete of its trenchant bucks.

That will drive all the fruit trucks batty. Each grounded aeroplane in the rugged outward pack of circuits branding the lash.  A newish sang for the escapement of the impressionable. 12 praemonstrators on tours to the backyard hideouts and treated with Willow climbers only too well fit for slumbers of a long awaited Summer evening Sun.

To say and see simply at the variance of what is honest and yet still poetic. That the high point in a day, an event all goes regularly and to plan. If chances need be drawn well then they are laid down upon the gaming of boards. For a simple, a moment of earth in the mindfulness of love by wisdom, in the airs of Mother Nature speaking on the wit and river roll.

It is left for some kind of King to look out upon the guises of that further and prophetic heaven, all the while deep at sea, and thinking much in the consideration of children and loved ones. To say toward God, I know you will see me through this. I know my cares and affections will still bear fruit. I know my children will escape the fire and make it back to dry land.

My thanks is for the breathe of air in my lungs, the country beneath my feet and the Sun shining in my stars. Thank you Lord and dear God and to have your blessing received by all AMEN.

This topic concerns me in so far as it does rudimentarily affect the trying of my spirit, the aching of my heart, the wellness of my soul, and the trust I put in those methods of accepting relationships both resciprosprous and needful of a sacrifice of my time. To know how to help through my personal means and efforts, regardless of what benefits I may draw, or how far forward my life may move in ways comforting to my person and community.

That I may simply improve the understanding and happiness of others. Those both dear to my person and also those down farther reaches of my soul and spirit enkind. To give help toward such folks as they might gleen through my knowledge and service in a work environment or rather more private arena such as teaching or through example of my own learned skill.

In considering matters as such as entertainment and really much closer those needs of children and the elderly and so thus to do that, concerning how lively or necessary those learned in affections and what effects might be to persons of their own needfully continued safety and satisfaction of existence, and simply to do that with a kind and sympathetic sense and sentiment constructive and withstanding.

To set out as a means of becoming that better assured of those cared for loved ones and their preparedness to take up such burdens of responsibility as well as acceptance of circumstances as they may be for the young and old so unassumingly given proper compliment and encouragement for deeds and new skills and released to as caretakers and people of service likewise themselves.

That given the respect and acknowledgement of accomplishment, day by day, as is appropriate in all situations and through the courtesy of a personal and simple means to retain understanding of self so be it in the familiar of both our liege and our Lord.

This is a sort of a celestial apparatus of communucation.

When someone leaves your life, whether it is forever or just a short while, there is sometimes the hesitation to promise the wait of emotional reciprocity until safe returns. This will to fend for love’s devoted mind is succinct while it is also being. It is in fact being careful to remember for the warding off of all evil in any circumstance that could lead to further separation of those involved. It tends to look and listen for signs all the while making prayers and supplications unto the messenger Gods.

Creatures like carrier pigeons and the Roman God Mercury who can brave the estranged element and bring word from one to another of both good and glad tidings. There is also being in the willingness to continue nonstop the beneficient composition of wellness in a neutral agent, an angel, of the Heavenly sphere. One to whom petitions may be made for news of a cared for person’s state of existence in a given time or period.

Let’s say between two bosom buddies whom have these many years later only now felt it within their souls to illicit from upon the light and its train some means of gaining from such their combined sense of personal freedoms. It is simply by looking into the ether at the same time at some point and realizing through old connections and that past time of report that they are both are still human, in some ways alive and for the most part relatively sane.

As well, they are humbly possessing of good ideas about what that means. Thoughtful as to how, with memories invested, they are able to keep achieving the amnesty in its throes, the sanity, And are both knowledgible, considering that it could still slip somehow, or ever have its proof come forward as supplanting things of bearing as otherwise.

It is reminisced over. Bearing upon times when conversations were one and ideas could be subliminal and the function of a get together was beheld along lines anywhere from spiritual to relief from pecuniary nominalism to simply a means of lending one another a hand in a time of need or necessary gathered shouldered burdens and great movements in full blown exudus or simply across town.

Now some 20 years older and wiser, by a hair, I find that I am not so scared of losing people to the travels and unravels of a countrywide sense of wanderlust that I myself also feel. All except one certain woman friend and her young son. Those 2 people are very dear to me and I would follow them to the ends of the Earth. But without insult of person and compassion for all things ascertainable nonwithstanding I feel I could change my home to almost anywhere in the free world as long as danger is not to much a daily fear and these 2 loved ones can also stay good and safe.

And so what moves outward and beyond this small nuclear unit is for a time here fit for ideation and high regard. I miss the people I have known. Family, friends and those heroes and heroines throughout time and those still in a way present but separated by death. Those who have touched the National zeitgeist and have also shouldered the emotional burden of this fair, far and wise open freeman’s country.

It is a blessed way and people and things come and go. We will keep strong what bonds remain. We will regard the angelic beings there agency through to either the last mechanical or bittersweet end. And we shall keep those we chose to hold dear at our tables and under our roofs for the foreseeable future. God Bless and To Good Ends

In my personal practices it is not in all my pursuits that I do that which is difficult. I have assimilated nearly everything possible of my necessarily learned processing powers and I am glad to say most of my efforts each day have all become rather instinctual.

Through most actions throughout my day I can choose to leave my mind in vocal silence and to accomplish everything to the cadence of my breath. Hours pass and I am working forward in carrying out my routines. Sometimes after having been at a new pursuit for a while and I consider silencing the inner voice.

Sometimes I have a reward and mark the place with the sign of having accomplished and with very good regularity a qualified state of apprehension in processing through that skill. I have usually thus far involved timely rhythm in my mind looking over it’s topics through a number of differing powers of discernment.

As if to illucidate upon condition of the adroit I repeat my knowledge mindfully and through action in ways that are mneunically enhanced. I have played the devils advocate and fed his instigators my biscuit when they were drumming. This rhetorically strident means of acquiring the knowledge of distinctions and partialities.

I will often try to see it from the point of view of others, the delivery drivers, the materials and foodstuffs packing people, the machinists whom made the dish machine where I work and my fellow workers whom all myself included keep things items stocked, tight, and the food rolling through ahead of their possible expiration dates.

All these singular matters in incidence and there being time to reason more than nominal and at certain points quite successful in my estimated logos I find this leaves me ready to dismiss just then what firstly presented itself as curiosity and curiosity left to light for all other reasons than it might yet become even more succinct and yet only then on my way to the power of will and the act of quieting my mind again.

After I have time on my hands and must pick up new tasks accordingly around the room or throughout given minimal periods of time and my mindful register of contending with my feelings to the tune of the valence count in having seen through a number of recognizable solutions.

When after new solutions must then be thought up for those same problems as orders and thoughts of predestination come into view. A running concern when one can way through simple gain to a state bearing on comprehension of an object and in my case how to get that object ready for employment in the hands of those whom all are in need of material and tools.

In that re-integrating and directing enmasse certain a portion of the total preparation of our product there can be made ready for use treatable presentations and suppliments to ease the number of steps necessary in a matter of critical distinction. And also in furthering what the house and its amenities has to offer. While more skilled members of the team are afforded due.

At times every day there is a need to concentrate and pay a certain kind of singular attention in respects to my manager, the owners and the head of my department. In that I am like a cogged wheel in the machine and they are either administrating or performing the craft of an integral and necessarily humane practice, all of the work, mine included is of a reputable and congenially respected measure toward taste and it both suits and entices our patrons just the same.

So in the 1st place it is to recognize the shape something is in and then to decide whether that would best be employed in a given circumstance or their set. Eventually though as long as those lines of communication are open there is room for defining and implementing the matter. So returning to adaptability it is in the quieted and yet attentive mind that we best secure the means to familiarize ourselves with step processing of given tasks and to do them rightfully at the turn of each instance.

Then as the mind subsumes what the environment of a given workplace is to be expected to go through in completing a number a specialized tasks the efforts to quicken the order in each and yet wholly ingeneous way should conceivable, illicit you could say, a deeming voice of reassurance in the processing effects coming together in the preparation of product for curious and regular patrons alike.

Amongst those of us who recognize our purpose we may be answering the dictate of regular necessity automatically. Perhaps rounding the room on various checks and balances. Fulfilling needs for regular of pacing of workload and facing those time constraints of shift hours and scheduling.

To simply look over at such opportunities as there lay in offsettting duties of predisposed concern is a good mind to not break from effort by unneedfully thinking to turn away from the general task load in looking to reward for signs of a relief. No rather that a kind of resourcefulness in periods found a lack or without primary call to function and service are likely seen as the concern of holding the position itself.

In a space of a week, a month, I sense that new challenges will come. So I want to genuinely be approaching those callings with an air of the ethical want to simple increase my skill in a new branch, or out upon a new limb, or so to rationally and as a survival matter of instinct go turn over a new leaf tomorrow, and increase the skill with which myself or any other may find it in this way fitting to approach one’s craft.

I ask myself, what workwise, in pacing my routine through that work, will in it still be found that remains a further handle on it drawn by the 1st attention. And what soon does arise contentedly or in duress when the ethos of training for a craft have my fullness of mind as such in that 1st attention.

To know and to ask myself what consideration is there that settles into conscientious thought that is opining on the continued adaptability. As there are certain now free energies about and they are able to turn us toward what is simply the 2nd attention.

My ethic becomes like a 6th sense that remains working out the bugs and kinks of normal natural stress and is contemplative. Asking what defines ideas of advancing the permanent goal of immutabity in the workplace. How in our daily dose of difficulties and setbacks, unexpected or no, we remain present and serve the higher good of safety and ethics service foremost equally.

So within the journey, we are moving through tasks with the skills a craftsman. And something happens yet as therein our freed time for thoughts. And seeing it is also that in mindfulness of social engagement and responsibility as well as those idiomatic equivalencies of the enterprizing and imaginative endeavour. The 2nd attention start up, and will try, by running a muck in our youth, to wrest itself some mete of conscious efficacy in the selfsame voicings of mindful ease by diverging in its position away from the general condition in the workplace of personal anonymity.

Where in some few moments as we reach out to the spheres of others around us we find most times we are quickly judged. This epitaph of sorts by our superiors, bosses, parents, and teachers, would be the best and most agile means to secure an education, love, a job, and a family. So it is also for the best to realize that a quiet mind is only really being purposed for the accompanying sphere that the body is physically moving through in the practice of it’s actions be they as if in service of the needs of others or are they artistic in that respect or is it that they are enjoyable in the 1st place and they must evolve and mature.

And it is like contending monetarily with so much partial consideration in regards to each one of us about those things that we do that go thus into the bigger round of the world.

It might best be reckoned as well as to know through the cycling of at least seasonal or yearly length. This might throw light on the subject that the environment ever more a sphere for our care and service.

To turn out the ear listening to another’s query whereby the natural inclinations of the clement and unforeseen pathos of Earth and her conservatively ethical and conditionally enthusiastic bodies of like minded familiar and operations mete in the cant and jargon of the arena of one’s daily creative compositions.

That for the most part there are endless lambastes endless be had on the sub-culture and a set. As there are always counters of clarity and seeing in the sentient matters of philosophy amongst differing characters of a repetitive and episodical nature.

So too the comfort of familiarity becomes more and more a part of the scene. To forget this is no longer metaphorically in anyway correct. It is a part of why the sun shines and it rises in the sky each day to begin with. To remember the trust we have in our maker. And by way of this each day going out to work and trying to invest that same trust in our fellow man. I must remember that.

When I was a child I was taught to look 3 ways before crossing a street. When I was a teenager I was taught not to throw my possessions around. When I was a young man I was taught not to punch holes in the wall.

I have never been hit by a car and there is still only one broken transistor radio in my attic and only one hole in a wall in a theatre Street Apt in downtown Mpls. It is like drink. It is like a rose. In fact it is like a rose I have not had to lie about because it is things like the radio and the wall that I can hardly remember anyway.

Sometimes catching myself in a lie actually helps me to remember because like I said it was like a drink when my team, the St Louis Cardinals, won another game, and my foot, just so happened to be moving fast than my brain for a split second of irrational thought.

My friend, a girl I’ll say, tries to catch me lying about the drink and the roses and you know what? When she does she only catches me lying one time more. Because like I will tell you and the next guy. Most of these things never happened. At least not to me.

Hollywood and the glammduring happen too many times in the media for me to believe that people, normal well adjusted people, are all that safe from the twisting turning pathos of most of the modern recorded primetime American psyche called mass comm. The media baits and goads, marks and tags, most people who are watching and listening. It seems to me they are always able to take up or overturn the conscious efforts of most stalwart thespian types in this good country. And once we take sides from any kind of egocentric point in the wide open view we too are lost.

There are no shortcuts to a calm psyche and there are no moral decisions that can be made from the point of view of the ego. In fact there never have been. These are not just old campaigns and past police efforts these are parasites and creeps lying like they always have been. But who cares right? I do not and with stinking attitudes like that there must be repair and amends. Because it does not matter. You know?

And it shows Everytime someone wants one or two sweet little victims to fall. It makes everybody in the whole theatre guilty. Guilty of indefensibly indiscriminate behavior and accusations of sin without respite or requital of the lies that need not attend to the proverbial “let the Mother burn” attitude of a good portion of exudus bound present day humanity.

And of course, it is in this very way that everybody else must then be a reprobate. Nobody escapes. Myself included. So when you go sober for October or your girlfriend tells you to try and write an honest novel for a change or even just this time go for it wholeheartedly and with much gusto.

A perfect record or a guilty conscience I don’t know but everybody should try it at least once. What could it hurt. Hum?

Man, and woman! When I feel like I am in a low place, we’ll then how well can I just make the whole exercise out to the practical use of my reason. The capacities of my mind to use examples of circumstances and possible reactions that will influence my behavior to act reactionarily toward how my lowbrow reason has chosen to encourage what may in the way moral and risk judgment I may happen to make about it’s appeal( the result of that action by way of reason)

In the light of those things then I all too often will have not to do those things for that particular reason. I guess this means I can also be my own worst critic in that if my reason is poor or even too severe I may cut myself off from any decidedly righteous means to accomplish anything that demands forethought and planning at all.

That does not mean I am a perfectly moral Man or that my attitude does not sometimes need some serious improving so that a setback like a rotten day or a change in some relationship I might be going through with a friend or cohort doesn’t happen to come the way down the tracks only to derail when I simply need to accomplish the regular duties of a regular day for now and not worry about my next inspiration to write that big story or song.

Or if that my next date with the muse just fell out of my rational perspective because I cannot keep a decent budget and it would be foolhardy to bust for the rest of the month trying to take a sweet lady out for the evening tonight. And as I say the lower end of the spectrum, those things base and detrimental to my health and pocketbook are not in anyway hard to reason out as far as just why those kinds of activities are present are not.

If it is going to successfully fly this boat whether I choose to run it’s flapping wingspan on good old fashioned coal like I want. Or is it best to man up and try kindling and straw to get the hull situated in the sky and to order the mainmast in such a fashion that I will cross the zenith with enough time for my venture to get a fine how are you from the Dogstar but only a little bit of routine speculation from the female entities in my life about the life motion of sun signing to that same Northern means of attaining the medium.

I know not that most about whether it is difficult to sing while intoxicated or rather does the sunset forebode of any need to bar the gate from any footpeddlars for the next few days. And if this is to make sure nowhere that the crows and jays come to try and eat from the special carne plates I will be laying out in the sunroom for my five Iguana Lizards tomorrow morning.

That it is to make sure they are in their strength for the next time the heat goes out because of a late bill or worse yet stolen credit card number in the name of some fool like Satan or even good olde Uncle Sam happens to go awry. So it makes really the best sense to me that I may be at and in my best and most reasonable manner of person when I at least have some people to confer with in a day and maybe my original media offerings go out to readers like you and the general public as well.

This way the function of the message is communication in the 1st part and really, I will tell you, to also establish a sense of the style and aesthetic in my means of transposing the art that is in my medium through such a conspicuous round of enamoured and exultant change.

At times you might wonder why I do not have a job doing just that. Well folks that actually sounds like a very good idea. In fact I truly need that job right now. Even though, I tell you the new, new, idear counter that can sometimes simply make me forget just what it was I was doing yesterday withal of it’s striving and immediate revolutionary powers can cause such obfusication and delay when the work I wish to present is already done.

You see I do see and feel the need to weigh my daily labor to the local inharmonious carpenters’ build in it’s pestering the countryside for a remove of those tree things that most everybody I know would really rather just choose to respect for the mere fact that they do rationally afford us at present as humans our best means to continue to breath.

So if some of my material in this blog doesn’t appear quite as off the cuff as other bits of it. It is because, as far as my material goes there is some of it that I have been sitting on for 20 years or more. While on average I suppose I will continue to mostly post bits that I can simply draw up at the time of their necessity. Have a nice day and once again welcome to my new blog

I have been some kind of daily writer of my poems, songs, stories, and rhetoric for the better part of 30 years now. It started out as the creative side of those lessons and assignments given to me by schoolteachers while I was getting my education.

Then my friends and I picked up musical instruments and tried to learn some songs we could sing around campfires and at parties. Those songs were the rock and roll we grew up with. I remember, as I tried to learn the classics, my imagination would constantly half forget the text and then would half suggest a replacement word or line that could just as easily have been my valid choice for the verse. I realize now why it was difficult to memorize the words. I AM ALWAYS LOOKING TO IMPROVISE. I AM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR A WELL KNOWN VERSE THAT I COULD USE TO SUPPLANT MY CURRENT SITCH(situation) WITH. IF IT IS THAT IT EITHER RHYMES OR THAT IT HAS A POWER OF ASSONANCE IN ITS SENTIENCE AND GRAMMATICAL STRUCTURE. WITH SUCH PRESCIENCE AT MY CHARGE AND THAT PEOPLE VALUE THE RHYME AND METER IN THAT VERSE ENOUGH SO THAT THEY(we) ALL SPEAK FROM THE SHOULDERS OF THOSE PERSONS, ARTISTS, TEACHERS, HEROINES AND BASICALLY ANY ENTITY OR MATTER OF PERSONAL AGENCY THAT WE ALLOW INTO OUR HOME ENVIRONMENT AND THAT THEY USUALLY THEN PROCEDE TO UNWIND. And that in this way they begin to show us the human side of their artistry and craft.

So as I begin to progress into daily responsible writing here on my PERSONAL WRITINGS Website remember that I am human too and in my mind, in my rhetoric and in my thought I like to hang out just like the next guy or gal. And so it is that in my writing (and rhyme especially) there should always be respected as having the possibility of an undercurrent of sublimity within it. Allowing one and anyone to be duly inspired both by the artist as well as by the art.

Please enjoy my blog regularly as I will try to post every day or two. Good day and God Bless!