Nub Of The Mountain

Writing so much seems a choice:

Advice or Confession.

Outside Inside

Outside Inside

The cat cries and I
Leave the room.

Tonight is all.
As ever any moment we see,
Is all there ever Is.

Again, as always,
I hate to sound fatalistic.
But for the mere fact,
I am mortal.

Pain is Beauty.

It is an unfortunate factor
(and probably some mathematical integer,
widely used in the metaphysical disciplines of the future);
That we conscious,
Find the simplest path to a Beauty Focus
Only when surviving the Pain of the moment.

Perhaps it is a burden of too much seeing,
Too much scope.

This burden denies us true panoramic vision
As it seeks to prevent our minds from madness.

To see all is to not have an eye.

Most of our moment of memories must
Rely upon individual givens.

The eye is truly I.

So darkness begets light begets darkness,
In a Camphoric code of unintelligible morse,
As we blink the days by.

There is no plateau.

We exist as simple beings,
Blind to our eyes,
To our inherent complexity.

Rate Of Change

Increasing, are border principles of faith and forgiveness.
Time, in relative degrees, dictates
Actions of speed and speed of action.
Can we speak in clear terms?

We are in a period of retraction,
The teardown before reconstruction.
This is the sound when paradigms die.
It is a moment where we see for seemingly the first time
The height of Bullyshyt gripping our knees.

Turn off the Telecasted mono-mind Vision.

Who are you;
What are you prepared to do
If the system that sustains civilization
Hiccups, slows, or stops?

How do you fight the emerging combination
Of Industry and Government?
(i.e., the base definition of Fascism)

I can’t resist letting the poetry slide into diatribe.
The measure of our hours is growing ever more critical.

Estimate your truth, now.

Aside, this damned mixing of the right brain, left brain!
It’s as if half of our heads was invaded
In the deep past by some parasite seeking symbiosis.
It lives in your head as:
I have a gun, I have a flower;
I see a flower, I see a gun;
I am a gun, I am a flower.

No body is building anything any more.
Only money is being created.

It affects prices.
But not in the neighbor/neighbor barter situation.

God speaks to us in whispers between
The top of the hour and the first minute.

Poetry of life; Prose of life.
Meter your reality to the taste
Of beauty and continuance.
And to the stripes, the layers acknowledged
Betwixt personal definitions between.

Dude I need to see the rest of the movie!

Life in youtube-esque clips.

Rate of truth.
Measure of you.

Keep your debt free,
Your heart clean,
And your powder dry.

Orwell on Kipling:
“He sees clearly that men can only be highly civilized while other men, inevitably less civilized, are there to guard and feed them.”

I am fearing the overly civilized men, the elite.
I fear that their abuse of civilization shall affect my hours,
Shall affect my view of men, as they become a mass,
Shall affect how less civilized I may have to become to protect
What remains of our better nature.

The details are in the devil
And I adhere to the principle,
I am not the devil.

Fear is responsibility.
Locality is becoming the first Rule.

Civil War?
Is this 1862?
Where is Lincoln?
Do we need to be these united states?
Do we begin to question the reach and claim
Of the District of Columbia?

What sense in Paine?

Last Friday Of February

Broken kindling for the year
With grease in hand
We stare at darken gear
With momentarily fixed findings
We spot the planet’s motion
And tomorrow begins today

The life we dream locked behind lids of eyes
Lids of Yes closed in crowd dynamic functions
Dreamy motions and light crossing intersections
Of conscious evolution created, rejected, yet surviving

And we try to plan
And we try to forecast the early light of dawn
On this new, delicate and different day

And so no And

Nothingness is becoming recognized sight
The Invisible left invisible
Unlucky retrograde blinding those in fright
In fear

You see
Without pass
Others will lie where I lay

New Names through the twenty-first century
New weight and meaning to satisfy reality

Goodnight Nurse, Hello?

Serious Answers For Serious Times

Looks Like A Game Of Pick-Up-Sticks

R.I.P., You Superman

>Ricardo Montalban, the Mexican-born actor who became a star in splashy MGM musicals and later as the wish-fulfilling Mr. Roarke in TV's "Fantasy Island," died Wednesday morning at his home, a city councilman said. He was 88.

(also a small role in StarTrek II)

...the silver screen just got less teh awesome...

Roll

A Breath Of Fresh Air

Fiction Future?

bias or clarity?

Points After Survival

"That is the kind of beauty I was trying to get you to see," Orolo told me. "Nothing is more important than that you see and love the beauty that is right in front of you, or else you will have no defense against the ugliness that will hem you in and come at you in so many ways."

-Neal Stephenson, Anathem

Emerging Localism

...a leading indicator

Cheese Is 'King of the World!!!'

reality v. humanhope

reality v. humanhope

instinctual driven beyond the stomach,
altruistic mammalian response, deriven

can't get enough of a drag, drag pull,
johnny waters and his flicked on bride,
don't say goodnight, let me take a ride.

no goodbye to the neighboring city,
who's the die.
see the omega man on his ride.

grip me little, let's keep what's mine.
no goodbye to the city, we'll never sigh.

contract, expand, breathe next to me the land.
what's harmony, my bic sliding in ashtray hand.

the direction is forward, no simpler way to say,
good night as always,
the things you wish to leave at bay.

but goodnight to the city, not while there's yet day.
raucous and rucksacks, human feet beating.

silent see the favors, the violent shaded lee
do you fight, do you agree,
what new gover-ment in the broken street.

hold to the kind, hold to the free,
no city alone can be.

tidal waves,
slavering we settle for nothing less.
then maybe we’ll see,
nothing less than the stars.

Ltlmke and H

ltlmke

"I'm kinda pysched to see some change.

One thing that irritated me lately,

There's nothing I can do about this at this point in time.

I wish I could tell people about the 3day rule.

Before you do it, take 3days and think about it.

In my opinion, I'm not gonna suffer.

Put it on the blog I'll have to look at that sometime."


H

"The sticker makes it ok."

Subtle Switches

subtle switches
west bearing witches
follow night follow night

cast the net wide
you unsewn tatters of
most beckoning costume

drink well this well
deep as a desert tree
spy the the owl by one eye
invisible dreams
tonight's success
tomorrow's reprieve

are you sought enough to taste?
to suit
to need

hidden radios glow forbidden breath
under the door
stations identify the roaming hoards
burning, consuming, hunting
another day's dusk

old monsters freshly released
from the subconscious, sub-regilith
dear earth's ID

cash your accounts now
bake your bread
keep the teeth in your mouth
in your head

eye to crack
struggle to breathe quiet
and wait

the breakers are breaking
thrown hard over
by the overload

the lines are coming down
country eating town
eating at the concentrations of old power
embers buried deep in the ash

so strange days upon us again

old legends before sin

we to burn again

In A Strict Sense

...I secretly believe God lets people into heaven based on how they use punctuation!

Go Ahead...It Ain't Loaded

Derive

Here It Comes

the peanuts drop to concrete
the crowd hushes and roars complete
the stance of home, of each base about the diamond

turn, arms raised, pointing, staring

from outside
from left field
from the back screaming
from...


it is here

Abandon The Goal Of Home Ownership Independent Of Ability To Pay

better to let it burn