bright light at night

and all the branches fell twice
oh if death wishes so

stout of heart and limb
we sew where offerings make food grow

take my young taster
feel soft unlock through gladden

to glen of smog-free appetite
which oft has might to madden

a button which you broke
descends pallor in haughty pottery

dramas which were laughs to sadden
by grace I breech enter night

waving, awakening in reach

Monday, April 07 2008...I Get It

I Get It...
...that we mostly learn to speak by hearing what is said.
...that mostly through traditions and happenstance our own birth-time arrives.
...that our rearing space is mostly created by the choices of our parents.
...that we are painstakingly formed in our mother’s womb to eventually become unique and sentient, without regard to what has come before, only with regard to Nature and her will to guide our molecules and tissues by the gravity of Biology and the Cosmos and preter-randomly ignite our being with music and light.
...that through the subtle confluence of all those previous listed do we arrive at this moment, trying to focus our eyes on the slippery glowing eggshell of spirit that floats a golden ratio’s distance above each of our heads, finding it difficult to focus out all the distractions our parts are sending us, realizing our reality is a porthole and subsequently pushing our faces as far into the glass as possible to see the wider universe and seek solace in the other two-dimensional squished up faces around us.
...that this leads me to think that along the scale of accepting things that happen to us, from getting over being born to getting over having to die, we find ourselves where we are so that reality hits each of us slightly or majorly different.

I Get It...
...that to counteract the lightheaded awareness of dizzying differences among us we have language in all kinds of forms.
...that we learn to speak and think in the colloquial of what is said around us, branching off from our breeding point by our choices, and so the child can learn to speak truth to power, and so the parent can learn to speak power to the truth, and so the person can become more open-minded and tolerant.
...that truly we are all Gods; relative to each moment of choice we are given in our Earthly lives we might as well be immortal; you know the old saying, "live each day as though it was your last": isn’t the image that conjures (I personally get a vision of myself swinging around a lamp-post and smiling and waving at everyone on the street as I walk along taking giant steps) and whatever image you conjure when you’re living life like drinking deep appreciation, as deep as it can get, doesn’t that seem like thats what it would feel like to be a God?
...that the compounding of our choices and our environment leads to our Truth (when the Tao is stamped on your soul emerging) and like some mad fractal mathematician this same universe of possiblilities in our heads is reflected and repeated above and below us in the kaleidoscope of other people places and times throughout humanity.
...that like our culture, we individually make sense of reality’s kaleidoscope sphere by the stories we create.
...that where our language goes we follow.

I Get It...
...that the box we all seem so keen to think outside of, instead of cardboard, is a box of inherited words-phrases-stories of colloquial agreement we may or may not agree to.
...that from the kaleidoscope reality occuring inside us to the congress of communication occuring outside our box, a translation is needed and provided for by our mysterious brain.
...that the smoothing of the edges needed to complete the congress of communication often leads us to gesture and say almost involuntarily those things that serve the purpose of the moment and/or our Truth.
...that pretty much everyone in the world has moments and Truth and the power of Gods - we are all one kind, and any barriers to the ideal fulfillment of that truth is an inherited artificial structure created in some moment by some former Truth and has no further power or bearing beyond that.

I get it that I wake up every day with, say 9,342 choices to make before I go to bed; that I don’t have to take anything personally since we’re all divinely equal in our self-story telling abilities; that if I let my higher self hold my spine up by a string I’ll stand tall and walk light; that everyone I meet is me and loving them is supporting me is helping them; that responsibility and delayed gratification are difficult to master, meanwhile they’re also the keys to being a good shepherd; that "living every day like it was your last", as the saying goes, means running boldly off the cliff of inherited colloquial boxes to hang-glide through your day with a free-fall feeling in your stomach, being Truth and shining, with your kaleidoscope sphere tuned to shepherd, and making choices knowing that our nearly immortal collection of moments makes easy leverage to change the tragedies of history and be fulfilled and be fulfilling.

Technology Keeper's Series Of Unfinished sentences

And the Word was Microssoft
world beware to scribe and script
the rocker's off
underline in red is corraled

while how sidle-ey I sharpen
my knives and taste treats
why buy leftover bread
what fed homeless ruptures

approach apocolypt horizon
well spent events retiring not
how cryptic feng shui crept in
spent doubt forewarned of not

price how and when and frown
when crowds give away and away
you know truth not lounge
fuck grasp hold climb together

good debt spent a keeper away
but apples grow where
children play
a toast to here to
this coming someday

Lyrics: Atmosphere, "Smart Went Crazy,"

from the album YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUN WE'RE HAVING

FYI - "Slug" is the name of a rapper.

"Smart Went Crazy"

[Slug]
Smart went crazy, truth went trendy
The story got lazy so I rewrote the ending
Manipulated the entry, more user friendly
Now a city full of pain pills and tattoos defend me
I waver from the dead to the half dead
Grey space between the fan base and the crackhead
Sunset, sailboat set course for hell
A cross and a hammer, but you'll have to get some nails
Take credit, for anything embedded in the edit
As long as you meant it when you said it
And all of the kids laugh, when you admit that
It might been witchcraft that made my noose fit bad
Well I'ma act like I don't give a make love
Take what I got to teach everyone to break stuff
I'ma act like there's poison in the pancakes
And amputate the one that wasn't loyal with the handshakes
Proud to know ya, Minnesota missile
Never sold coke and I never had to hold a pistol
Civil and simple, but set the freak show
Loose on the nipple, watch her whole fucking titty ripple
It's why we battle, it's why we travel
It's why the mascot thinks that I'm an asshole
We made the team without putting on a uniform
Smart went nuts and rode a unicorn through the storm

[Chorus]
Smart went crazy, but where did you go
Smart went crazy, but where did you go
Smart went crazy, but where did you go
Smart went crazy, where did you go now

[Slug]
Smart went crazy, kiss Miss Daisy
Loved you when everyday was Christmas baby
Maybe we can take it back to the way we was
Still on some "what have you done for me lately"
No gravy if the base is pork face
Tour dates ain't my big little brother's court case
Poor taste got passed up as gourmet
This beer is foreplay
We'll meet up at your place
I sting like a first divorce, or them first Newports
Whatever hurts you more
"You're headed for self destruction" been there, did that
kick back with the wrong angel to fuck with
Carve my charm into your arms
Fuck around, unravel this tall ball of yarn
Snuck round back to disarm the alarm
From the plantation to the reservation to the farms
And nobody knows where you'll end up
Only guarantee in life is death or a head fuck
Yea, you thought it was a set up, well guess what
You you can catch up with the rest of my "Best Of"
I got a few blocks left before I reach my destination
And retrieve my breath
And god blessed every step I stole
Just to let me know, she wouldn't ever let me go

[Chorus - 2X]

[Slug]
Smart went crazy, the rubber bend went snap
This goes to those that hold it down 'til I get back
Hold on to me, grow along with me
I don't know where I'm going but I'll end up in your arms [4X]


[Thanks to Katie for correcting these lyrics]

[ www.azlyrics.com ]s

Poetry

A strange word because of Poe,

who knows if he had dark circles,

would have liked Kashi waffles,

for the record PC's are the same,

Mac's are unilateral, pragmatic,

but functional, but sigh *

weight of why like a half-time show

;;;;;;; reflect on what you saw

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let all know ; what and who they know

project your ideas wisely since it all

depends on common sense, the percentage

of which we are ;;;;;;; owners

of a certain cultural dividend - both

credits and debits and growing up moments

where so much time is spent pining

through needles and climbing naturally

on structures where time to play as a kid

marshes and meadows where tree lines cast brambles

where a heat wave would dwindle and clouds marshal

and fiddle, tiny legs with strings all around us,

cricket ;; cricket - to be inspired in concert

and golden natural laws with salt to refine it,

and critter eaters eat bread lessened with fire,

kidney punch your eyes down with a sight that resounded,

sorry it didn't harmonize but don't doubt rebounding,

the truth stalks to you like a hawk hawking truth,

I found Earth at Sea like sunny ice and a lottery,

the trust that a compass has pads technological value,

at a scale like untroubled wells that lead to ideas,

so small an avalanche couldn't fall to crush,

so each could wish to each of us,

we hold like chain-link arms,

We all hold good wishes and parts that can start,

work putting in and beating your heart,

and stopping the auto McPilot -

YING yang or ying Yang

'cause there's always a remainder

seems to explain a nation

if it's even then it's small

if it's large then it stalls

and knocks down all the walls.