Far Out, A Good Place To Be

2011-11-03T06:30:00.001-05:00

visual input

Do we remember the first time the wheel was created and

the wonder that was felt at that moment or

seeing on TV this morning the space shuttle leave the planet and go into orbit?

It is just amazing walking around this home with all these tools and wires placed everywhere.

The tools are created from someone's human brain and mass-produced for productivity.

We take all this for granted; just like we take our place on this earth for granted.

Do we really see what is happening?

Are we so callused or is our brain just numb from too much visual input?

We tried in the sixties too slow down the input by first seeing the man in front of us as being.

Grasping the moment at hand and enjoying it.

I still see in that way and I try to explain it to mankind.

visual input

Fall Colors

2010-10-15T07:03:00.001-05:00

2010-04-21T09:00:00.001-05:00

I awoke early this morning somewhere in time around 4:00AM. I tried getting online but my computer was busy and I just looked at it a minute ago when I shut it down. I always said that you are what you are and If you train your mind to be good then you will. Listening to sad songs without a lot a friends hanging out and singing out loud is best left alone. Alone you just have to zone out with Zen and marvel at human being you are then look beyond your self and poof there is a friend. Wow!

My stay at Morningstar 43 Years Ago

2010-02-19T17:27:00.002-06:00

My stay at Morningstar was short in length, but long in intensity. I weaved in and out of the fabric of everyone's lives there. Everyone was always moving from tree to teepee, from city to country. The woven society in flux, the cast always on the move. Free birds. I was always on the fringes, never stopping, never knowing.
Every person was there for a reason -- some to teach, some to eat, some for the girls, freedom of speech, a movement, anarchy, some to preach to the lost souls, and don't forget the dope. Everyone was there.
You were always amazed. The young man coming by with his cougar made us cautious, brave, and terrified.
Santa and all his packs of cigarettes. The young lady on horseback. The Sunday drivers out on a weekend cruise.
Morningstar was full of human souls looking for the meaning of life. Some asked, "Why in the hell am I working?" "What is the point of all this if we're going to blow ourselves to bits?" "Why do people hate me 'cause I'm Jewish?" "Why? Why? Why?".
Lou provided us with the space to try to find answers for ourselves. He was a tolerant man with musical talent.
This was not the society that was going to change the world. This was the society that was in itself changing.
We were optimistic, knowing that the world was going to be a better place to live. Well, it is probably a better place. We could go on forever on this subject, but would be all just conjecture.
The stories that I am going to tell all happened in the short space and time that I was either at Tolstoy or Morningstar. They will be not be in any form or design. I have told these stories a thousand times. As Allison and Laurel say, "Do we really have to?"
I do not have regrets or think back and wish that I was back there again. My life has been good. But these tales need to be shared.com.
If you have a tale to tell, get online and speak up.
Thanks to Lou

Empty and Void

2010-02-15T17:12:00.004-06:00

He came home from the war void. Empty, with no concern. He moved as hidden space, devouring Jack Daniel’s and Quaaludes. His mind was lost.
I marched out at the head of the line. Behind me came six others, his wife Helen, Officer Jones, Sister Mary, Father McCarty, and his parents John and Marie. We wore the faces of gloom, tired and worn streaks were etched in our brows. When did we give up? What could we do but wait. He had sucked every ounce of humanity from our bones, we had finally given in. He was now doomed to die as he wished, empty and void without regard.
No one really cared anymore, he would fertilize the earth, so be it.
God, we wanted to do more. How did we ever decide to give up. How could it be possible that there could exist a human without hope, lost and void of possibilities. Never in our life had we ever met such a completely void sack of bones.
We let him walk away, we were dumbfounded, we had poured humanity into an abyss, leaving us tired and blank. We had lost to an empty shell of a man. He may still be walking somewhere absorbing goodwill from gentle creatures and walking away in his stupor of void, leaving of trail of people that wanted to help.
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If the world would all perish and I would be standing untouched, I would not shed a tear.
My callus shell would just stand alone. My aura would be all I had to keep me warm.
What a selfish warmth?
Such a strange world I have placed myself in? An egotistical martyr, with only a mirror to keep me warm.
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There is a mind that does not understand, standing in the corner, out of the way. Looking and searching for answers. Toes turned in, in a shy poise. Waiting for someone to give them the time. There's Johnny by the chairs, broom and dust pan in hand, picking up the pieces of Someone else's broken heart.

2010-02-12T08:00:00.004-06:00

On this calendar today it is the 12th day. We have amber lights in town this morning. They are not new we have WIFI in this home. There is a paved road in front of our brick home. What did Roosevelt say, "A chicken and paved road in front of every home." Where else but in America can we complain about the government with a paved road in front of our home.
Ice-D the male cat pictured here is outside now, being a male he is strong on courage and sent.

A continued earth rumble

2008-04-22T08:52:00.002-05:00

The earth rumbled the entire night to celebrate Earth Day.
Yes it started the rumble about 11:20 last night and continued for five minutes. Then paused for a few minutes and then never gave up the entire night. The earth she speaks.
At first I thought it was just my imagination but no it was real, something like vibrating chair at it's lowest setting. The earth she grumbled the entire night in Western Kentucky.
It felt like flour in a hand shaking sieve.
James Lovelock

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2008-04-13T08:38:00.005-05:00

THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS WITHIN YOU
by Leo Tolstoy

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What clothing do our leaders wear? What clothing do we wear and what clothing do I wear? When I was dropped out I wore none in the warm climate of California or wore recycled clothing from our clothing bin. Gandhi wore clothes he made. Where on the scale of vanity do we place our being. Is it important as to what we wear in this day and age? We as a society wear clothing that is made quickly and cheaply by women and children.
The idea of children working in sweat shops has been banned in the United States. Children working at home is fine.
I do not don jewelry but I do wear a watch because I am not outdoors all the time. When I was outside in my younger days I viewed the sun and by seeing where it was I could tell you the time of day.

Where as a society do we stand?
Where as a society do bees and ants stand?

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Raising crops to create fuels to burn in cars and/or burning garbage for electricity are as good an idea as the burning the Amazon. When you take good topsoil and raise crops, eat the seeds and turn what remains back into the soil that is productive land management. Replacing mulch, organic matter and organic garbage in the soil is good land management; it create a soil that the creatures below the surface can consume which produce good soil for plants. Green crops and trees that are burned go up in smoke and offer little to the earth as mulch and organic matter.

The Food Safety and Inspection Service (FSIS)

2008-04-07T09:27:00.005-05:00

United States interests in China may want to create
strict posts in each mfg. plant that comply with United States standards.
You only have a few weeks to get the posts created and
China as a whole has to understand and behave properly.

2008-04-07T09:25:00.006-05:00

Another morning has arrived in this quiet.

The temperature is 45 degrees at this time and it will soon warm up nicely.

Does China know why the children put out the Olympic Torch?
I think they know; the world knows.
They have let industry poison the world.
They have let industry work women and children like slaves.
They have created havoc in Tibet.
They have let industry poison the air on the planet.
Should the children continue putting out the torch?
No.
The world understand why they did it and the world is not going to let
China continue doing the wrong things.
Putting out the torch is a small protest.
Not buying Chinese products will hurt big industry in China.
It will start with just one family not buying from China.
The word travels quickly online.
The Olympics does not burn without world cooperation.

2008-03-31T08:28:00.001-05:00

Dexterity
Our skillful ability to knit, to move yarn around into patterns of cloth.
Dexterity our ability to move bodies of humans around as pawns, skillful weaving bodies with minds into armies of motion.
Dexterity the ability to open a tube of toothpaste and skillfully layer the paste onto a brush without thought.
Dexterity our basic ability to run around a tree and stop and think out our next move,
or move through the woods without thought or harm.
We can gracefully move our lips, hands and feet over an instrument of sound
and create emotional sound that can carry a pattern of thought with wonderful splendor.
Dexterity the ability to read four objects at a time while pounding the keyboard of a computer,
making sense or nonsense, whatever prevails?
We have conquered the past as we move into the future. We have learned that we can move and shape our future.
Good or bad?
There are a lot of variations in between those extremes.
Dexterity our skillful ability to knit.

Work
The noise this morning was loud. The birds on the dam were raising hell. The killdeer were making a fuss, the seagulls were making a clutter, ducks and cranes were adding to the intense level of sound. I
could here the roar of a truck as it moved on the highway in the distance. A very loud warm spring morning. As I walked the noise became less noticeable. What became more noticeable were the white
droppings that the seagulls left behind.
I had to watch every step.
Enough!
What we endure to create a lifestyle.
Today I am reminded of the complex beings that we are. We use our bodies to handle intense physical manipulations.
Our bodies handle dexterity with grace. The younger and stronger child with will and determination can climb a sheer wall.
When I was young I did not know what I was doing, the abilities were in place, the will and determination was not.
It was not until my drive with Kathy and Ambo to New York and back to Illinois that a will and determination fell into place.
I had a yearning to work very well and it showed.
I was not into vanity or dressing to fit in.
I was into work, what the body does to fulfill human desire, to achieve the light in the blue sky.
At that time I had no clue of any talents in my possession, other than a good work habit.
How could I know how to climb a creative ladder?
I thought what I created was meager, as I do now.
The difference is that I want the world to know that I exist.
The ego has stepped to the forefront.
The dazzling red cape is teasing the bull.
I am getting older and I want all the world to see the day.

2008-03-14T13:04:00.002-05:00

It is so quiet, dark and I am still thinking.
So cool and far out.
This curser blinks as I sit and stare, thinking.
Thinking about old wood, Corky and Pam.
The quiet.
There is so much I cannot explain, I try reading Tolstoy but he is of the old school.
Sometimes it's good to sit and watch.
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I put a coat of sealer on the new deck.
It was hot, I could not stop, after one hour my heart was beating hard but I could not stop.
I decided to sit and rest as the salt and sweat poured from my body.
My heart still pounded five minutes later as I sat still.
My world felt good.
I rested and then I went back out and finished the deck.
The deck looks nice; it is a watery cool shade of wood grain.
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Laurel calls Allison on the phone, the phone rings and rings.
A quiet soft voice say, "Ell lo!" Laurel says, " Hi Natasha, this is grandma, Hi Natasha"
We live in a world so different then the way we were brought up.
We carry telephones like pistols strapped to our belts and bags.
We stand and talk out in the middle of nowhere.
Far out so cool.
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I thought about me not wanting anything....
I sit surrounded by luxury.
If Laurel had not wanted the luxury I would still be sitting alone and still.
I thought about how she has taken me for a ride and I just followed alone enjoying the beauty and wealth.
I could give it all away in a minute but Laurel says nope she'll keep it.
She says we worked hard for it.
It is a different world but still it is our world.
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This world so round, the world that you said belonged to me is pretty far out.
It seems strange that far off over there violence is flaring up while I sit here and ponder the blinking curser.

2008-03-12T07:51:00.010-05:00

“I’m late, I’m late for a very important date!
No time to say hello, goodbye.
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
- The White Rabbit, “Alice in Wonderland”

Perhaps what you need is a dictionary, something to slow the reading of the word, the defining of the meaning;
something to place your thoughts into the definition.
This morning we received our first dusting of snow. It is less than a quarter of an inch but it is wet snow.
I am washing clothes and dishes.
I am also moving files and links onto the new website.
I'm updating the links I find myself scanning over what I wrote.
I blitz.
What does that word mean?
Anyway as I read I find that what I wrote does not make sense. And then I realize what the words are all about.
I had failed to slow my thoughts down to the basic level of each word.
I know most of us read rather swiftly. We never gather the meaning or savor the meaning of each word.
The exercises here on this web site is two fold.
One is to put you in a comfortable state of mind and the other is to inform the young reader that
all of us have bad moments in our lives.
I really do not think that I have accomplished either.
I do want the reader to slow down. I want you to see/seize the moment.
Grasp each word, understand each word, stop and examine the vehicle that places you here.
What I write is not important. The important thing is to realize the moment that is here.

2008-02-26T11:03:00.001-06:00

I place these marks on this whiteness
As I am at a place in my life where
I do not want to hear any bitter talk about
the way I think or speak.
I am a mumbler without a memory of who
I met yesterday and who
misspells his meanings as he speaks.

I am not the clear thinker who speaks at rallies
and lifts the crowd into an organic frenzy.
I do want to run for Congress because we do need a simple mind in
places where a simple mind can speak of the emotions of the common man..

2008-02-24T13:07:00.002-06:00

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Where do I stand in this world?
I stand clearly in Kentucky.
Where do I stand in this world of political ideas?
I stand firmly in the center.
On that line above if protecting the environment is on the plus side then places me standing between the zero and the plus sign.
Where do I stand when it comes to the protection of civil rights (protecting or not protecting)?
On that line above if protecting is on the plus side then place me standing between the zero and the plus sign.
Where do I stand when it comes to working hard (a job, a working skill, athletics) to help myself to be a better person, this is not about making money this question is about
working to improve your standing in this environment.
On that line above if working hard is on the plus side then place me standing between the zero and the plus sign.
Where do I stand when it comes to working hard to help myself make some money then place me at the zero in the line above?
Where do I stand in uniting human beings together to form a more perfect union?
Such as marriage, united states, labor unions and united nations.
If the plus side is united then place me some where between the zero and the plus sign.
Now where do I place conservative and liberal on that line above?
Now where do I place faith and god on that line above?

2008-02-21T09:10:00.000-06:00

What am I stamping on this whiteness?
There are two views that I see.
One is the view that the world is a peaceful place and all we need is to see it and
then catch a ride on this wonderful odyssey.
The other view is that of an arrogant old man that wants the world to behave and
will not take no for an answer.
Both views are trapped inside the form of flesh that is moving forward in time.
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I awake with wild ideas of ways to conjure up peace is this slow boiling mass of thought.
I dip my wire of electrons into this revolving world but my words are just bouncing off like sparks, affecting nothing.
Why is it so simple for me to see, the sparks of light, the statues of humanity, the globe in peace?
Why does the world make it so hard to find the peace?
Sometimes I do not want to say anything.
Sometimes it is better to view the earth and keep quiet, but I keep wondering…
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Like the child with the question, why?
My wheels are turning and
are they moving down the slippery slope or
are they being push up the steep hill?
I am sitting still.
I am watching the computer line blink off and on.
Blood is moving thru my system as electrons are lighting up this darkness.
What am I stamping on this whiteness?

2008-02-21T08:48:00.003-06:00

The Animals

Between the beginning and the end we have all written that great book.
We start off foaming at the sea and then looking out of that glass window of thought toward the end.
We have conquered the beasts in the jungle and caged or neutered what was left. We feed on the spoils.
First the thought was the test tube and now the thought is the gene pool.
The crossed eyed and the limping will be left at the wayside as we are neutered by law and
the sweet teapot will be polished and placed in the gene pool.
The short tempered and dull will be left in the dust of old textbooks.
Those that rant beyond the range of normal will be standing in line at St. Vincent DePaul's food line.
Someday the flaw will be recognized as the fuel that ignites life but by then the flaw will
be lost between the digital dots of technology.
We are going to the zoo on Saturday.
This will be the child's first view of animal life and maybe my last view.
She will see them as being in their natural environment and
I will keep quiet as she absorbs the roars, furs and colors of delight.

2008-02-17T07:35:00.002-06:00

I have savored every moment of time that I have spent with you.
Since meeting Sylvia and Joanie in 1967 my life has been filled by a moment by moment
existence.
Time has stood still at the moment I have spent with you.
Every waking morning has brought me a new existence.
Sometimes my life is very painful, sometimes I am in euphoria.
All these moments are moments with god.
Whatever has happened, I have lived the moment.
Now I have a web site and I have tried to say that to you.
The message is not what I say, the message is that I am and you are.
I have savored every moment of time that I have spent with you.
I realize that I have failed to explain what I feel and that only childish words prevail,
but these words for those that could not see god when god was there.
These moments are time spent knowing that we exist and that peace is deep within all of us.
It is a shame that these simple words cannot convey the true meaning of our existence.

2008-02-16T14:41:00.004-06:00

Explosive Words

Explosive words are jumping off the pages.
Emotions are stirring, steam is rising off the top of heads.
There is an explosion of power, a kettle, a volcano, a man is speaking and typing words.
What does it mean?
Are we standing close by while the mind turns a new thought, what is happening?
I have no clue other than the fact that I was there not so very long ago.
My ability to work took care of most of that steam.
I molded that power, I chugged, I puffed, and I rolled the arr's.
I placed bricks in my attic, I shored up the dam.
Some of us are lucky, we have the ability to work off the steam, to pound the nail, to pull the plow.
Some folks do not have that luxury.
So I just listen and try to understand the movement of words on this small explosive pad.
Mostly I do not understand and then again I do understand.

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Why am I pointing words toward your heart?
Is there peace and love, an angel that dwells in the heart of mankind?
Santana is asking me to be one, to be the light.
We are still for peace as the warriors swing their lances in our faces.
We are about to get hurt.
What a terrible price to pay for peace.
The dove flies over the stadium as the warrior sends his arrow to destruction.
We see this every day, what is the price that I must pay for this in my heart.
I am not going to sling the arrow, but he will.
My voice cannot stop him, my mind can understand him a he forces the spike into my heart.
Songs that sway our minds and bodies stop the violence for a time.
We can stand as one; we will be mowed down by the sickle.
Who will frighten the winds of war; roll the red cloud into the holiday dreams.

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No matter what is said and done, peace is the final solution.
Peace can be accomplished through negotiation.
It may take a lifetime but it is the easiest solution.
It is not the fastest, war seems to be the fastest, but "seems" is the iffy word.
What do we do with the children and adults that are brainwashed into hating some other human beings?
They have leaders and those leaders are responsible for moving the families in the proper direction.
If they have been influenced to think about hate, then they can be influenced to think about peace.

see Orders

2008-02-06T09:13:00.000-06:00

Cloaked in a story
We read poetry and sometimes a great novel.
History and biographies pass along our paths.
Sometimes we meet a human that is a novel, a human story, a biography,
and the person with a life that is a story.
Could it be that each one of us is indeed that great novel?
We as individuals are cloaked in suspense and drama, veiled in insecurities and peaceful oblivion.
We share what all great writers write about, we carry our novels in our souls as we walk into
that great storeroom of good words. Words that are cloaked in a story.
This is a nice thought.
We are,
cloaked in a story.

2008-02-02T22:45:00.000-06:00

If Mother Teresa can do it.

It was not so long ago that you could see cigarette butts on the floors of our local supermarkets.
This was rather common to see folks smoking in the stores in our communities.
Times have evolved and we no longer tolerate cigarette butts on those floors in this society as a whole.
So now I hear on television that some folks think that we are pushing to hard for a clean environment.
It may be true that some folks demand a clean environment in rather extreme ways.
But as long as money rules the world we will need someone to venture on these paths.
We have evolved as a civilization balancing the extremes of our cleanliness and filth.
Learning to bury the waste of our existence so it will turn over a new leaf.
Balancing the thoughts of those extremes seems to me the path to take.
I can pick up after my self.
But the other day we walked into the new box store and what did we see?
Cigarette butts on those floors and I thought.
As long as money rules the world we will see that,
no human being is paid to do that
or there is no thought of the store being part of this environment.
There seems to be too much pride to pick up after another human being.
People seem to pick up when the boss is coming around.
This is what I call a kiss ass mentality.
We as a race need to pick up after other human beings,
remembering to see them as a being on this planet.
I can pick up after my self.
If Mother Teresa can do it so can we.
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Here is a little story about what to do with butter on your fingers.
At the time that I dropped out I was obsessed with cleanliness.

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Here is a story about working on this planet.

2008-02-01T09:39:00.001-06:00

I awoke in the middle of the night wanting to be.
The mind wants to look into a window.
My head is pressed against the glass looking in.
This is one of those moments where love wants you elsewhere.
Why do I keep repeating those vows? Why should there be a longing in this soul?
Have I not learned my lessons; hasn't the teacher written the formula on the blackboard; wasn't it all explained in great detail?
I know those answers.
There is a great need to be loved, appreciated, cherished and adored. I do not think that I am much different from anyone else. Age does not lesson our needs. I wish I could walk like the gods amongst the flowing flowers in today's breezes.
The key question is the wanting.
There is life, it is at my feet, there is love, and it is in my being.
So why did I awake in the middle of the night longing for lost vows?
Why did I so easily forget my place in the sun?
The key question is the wanting.
Did something break that bond that was sealed so long ago? Did the mother just now wean the child in this mornings dream? There is a tang, a splinter, and a crack in this bond. There is a chain that is dragging around my neck.
Is it love and a vow?
I think it is, it is like sweet cream, a warm flow, a guiding light, a walking hand in hand, a splendid sunset, a warm emotion.
Those feeling want to leave and I know they shouldn't. Time heals all wounds. So maybe the satellite will hover over my head and all will be well.
Life should be swell. I still want peace.
My answers have not come like a revelation. There is no supreme angel of love that will drop from my heaven and grasp me and soothe my heart. There should be, there was and life has changed.
The vegetables and the flowers will still be in the garden in the morning. The dew will be on the grass.
The goldfinches and the hummingbird will still dart about my morning skies.
This emotion has moved from my mind to this screen. Hopefully some mind will understand this old man and see that we all pang in our lifetime. This is not an ailment that is just for the young but an ailment of all of mankind.

Tomas Muse For Rent

2008-02-01T08:59:00.000-06:00

I have decided to rent out the text my Tomas Muse pages by the day. I do not know what the cost is to rent out a page of thought?
But that is the only way I have to pay the piper.
Some pages are great and some are outrageous and stupid. Some are funny and some are absolutely true. Some are worth a lot and some are priceless.
Pay what you can and get me out of the mess I am in.

2008-01-30T12:36:00.001-06:00

Though the opening I could see the drawing on the wall of the cave. The fire was throwing warm light, creating movement in the still night. I sat, watching the drawing on the wall. They had painted the sun on the cave wall. I remember back this morning, feeling depressed and sad. I had felt that the world was against me. I had felt the pain in the back of my head. I had felt terrible. I thought I knew what to do, so I had walked to the side of this mountain and gathered some wood and kindling. I had sparked a fire with flint in this cave. The first time I had seen the drawing, it had reminded me of how simple the past can communicate with the present. The simple drawing of the sun on the cave wall spoke of a time past. The time where one human decided to communicate with the future. They decided to tell us that they knew the sun. The simple drawing, a old circle and radiating lines told of emotions gone by. They told the story of someone drawing in this cave. The life trying to reach forward into the future. A life with a history, a life willing to create a drawing. A life whose time frame has long since gone. A life that had lived and loved, fought and cried. A life that had walked and talked in this cave. A life that had seen the sun. Sitting in this cave I look at the sun and realize that I am not alone. Someone has left a message on this wall. I watch the drawing as the fire's reflection plays tricks and dance on this wall. I know that someone else has sat here and watched this sun as it danced and entertained them so long ago. My sadness is long gone, as I slowly understand what I see, the muscle in my neck has relaxed, the pain I understand. It leaves my body. I'll come back here and sit at some other time. I'll again share the time with the one who painted the sun.

2008-01-29T18:13:00.000-06:00

A photo of the newspaper pots and the tool created to make the pots; a RX plastic container, buttons and thread.

2008-01-29T08:45:00.001-06:00

SMOG

Subtle Changes
This is what I wrote the other day. It reflects the changes in the air quality from 1960 to the year 2001.
The changes are for the better. This reflects the influence of people wanting the world to be a better place.
Good changes have happened. There is more to do and it will happen.
We are evolving, we are here. We suspend wars on Holidays, let everyday be a Holiday.
Smog:
I was listening to the Prairie Home Companion the other day where Garrison Keillor
talked about the movement of people to Pasadena from Minnesota in the early part of the 20th century.
They spoke of it as being very clear and beautiful in this city at the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains.
I see movies and film of Los Angeles today in the year of 2001 and see the area as being clear with
a beautiful view of the mountains. Let me say that this was not always the case.
While growing up in Pasadena in the late forties and through the fifties the mountains were
not visible due to the heavy smog.
On rare occasions the mountains were visible and when they did they rose up quite dramatically.
I was raised in the San Gabriel Valley and I lived in the smog. I thought this was normal.
I now realize today that my body at that time was being abused by the air quality.
At seventeen I went into the Navy and they told me while I was in Boot Camp that I was sick. I had bronchitis that I was not aware of;
for I thought this was normal in my life style. I spent one week in the base hospital clearing my lungs. Even then I did not know the cause of this situation.
I only realized how bad the Los Angeles smog was when I returned from Hawaii and had to breathe and see through it.
The smog burned my eyes in 1962 when I was discharged from the service and
I moved to San Jose to get away from it.
So those of you that sees the beauty of the California Mountains be happy that you can.
I was not so lucky.
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Back in those times spoken above there was a very real nuclear threat.
We knew we were all going to die because of the nuclear threat that covered the earth like the smog in Los Angeles.
It seeped into our very pores from the bantering, finger pointing and the propaganda that
covered the earth like amber molasses. We had no choice, in our minds we were all doomed to die.
There was no flowery bouquet in our future.
There was only the fire and the smoking brimstone of total destruction to darken our world.
People did scream for the nuclear threat to stop. I was lost. I had no future. Why?
Times did change.
So now people hate.
I am not lost anymore,
I am just a little disgusted at the attitudes that are here at the moment.
There is no reason for any conflict. There is no excuse.
That is why I say. We are evolving, we are here.
We suspend wars on Holidays, let everyday be a Holiday.
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1950's Civil Defense Film - Survival Under Atomic Attack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9V47Qs9Eyus

Films like this were a constant reminder of nuclear attack during the 1950's.
There was nowhere to turn.
There was no need to plan for the future when the United States and Russia were constantly pointing missiles at each other.
Today the missiles are under the ocean in a constant motion over the earth.

2008-01-28T15:19:00.000-06:00

This is the Page for the Impatient Scanners

You are the human beings that move at one hundred miles an hour. You dart about quickly scanning over whatever you do. Skipping lines of text, getting the general gist and sweeping away/darting to new horizons. Reading thousands of messages as just glimpse of life. Absorbing knowledge and maybe a little wisdom. You fill your basket with truth until you are exhausted and pass out tired waiting for another day.
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You are the human beings that move at one hundred miles an hour. You dart about quickly scanning over whatever you do. Skipping lines of text, getting the general gist and sweeping away/darting to new horizons. Reading thousands of web sites as just glimpse of life. Absorbing knowledge and maybe a little wisdom. You fill your basket with truth until you are exhausted and pass out tired waiting for another day.
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You are the human beings that move at one hundred miles an hour. You dart about quickly scanning over whatever you do. Skipping lines of text, getting the general gist and sweeping away/darting to new horizons. Reading thousands of newspapers as just glimpse of life. Absorbing knowledge and maybe a little wisdom. You fill your basket with truth until you are exhausted and pass out tired waiting for another day. If you get this far it will be a miracle, there is probable something in the text above that you missed and will probably make you mad, chances are your long gone because you are not going to put up with this stuff any more.

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You are the human beings that move at one hundred miles an hour. You dart about quickly scanning over whatever you do. Skipping lines of text, getting the general gist and sweeping away/darting to new horizons. Reading thousands of faces as just glimpse of life. Absorbing knowledge and maybe a little wisdom. You fill your basket with truth until you are exhausted and pass out tired waiting for another day.
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You are the human beings that move at one hundred miles an hour. You dart about quickly scanning over whatever you do. Skipping lines of text, getting the general gist and sweeping away/darting to new horizons. Reading thousands of messages/websites/newspapers/faces as just glimpse of life. Absorbing knowledge and maybe a little wisdom. You fill your basket with truth until you are exhausted and pass out tired waiting for another day.
If you get this far it will be a miracle, there is probable something in the text above that you missed and will probably make you mad, chances are your long gone because you are not going to put up with this stuff any more.
Just take care of your body and see the little flower/child bloom.

2008-01-24T09:04:00.001-06:00

I had a dream the other day that some young man offered to spray around the perimeter of my home with weed killer to make my home easier to maintain; I refused his offer and wondered to my self, " How did I get in a position that someone offered to kill the weeds around my home with a weed killer?" I have a hard enough time finding potting soil that is not chemically treated to boost the lives of those poor tomatoes. Everywhere I go I find Organic Chemicals that will boost the moral of our planet. Where are the souls that are organic? I am being pushed out of existence by overwhelming propaganda, "A Orrganic Black Chic Chevy that looks green?"
I am to the point of begging, my lifestyle is slipping away, leaving planet earth to the black suit with a blue tie and a trim haircut that loves young men.

2008-01-12T04:26:00.000-06:00

I am constantly looking for a rush of words that will bring my emotions to a
heightened state of euphoria.
So I read a book, go out and view the early morning,
scan the Internet.
I am chasing a dream.
I am constantly finding that peace, that state of being, that euphoria. Every morning I awake,
every morning I search.
Sometimes there is a moment where I just see like a child lost in a dream, Tomas did you hear me? The teacher comes by and says,
Tomas did you hear the question? Someone please tap my shoulder.
Awaken me from this moment of peace. Nothing would be done if we all found that moment of peace. No wars could be fought if we all found that moment of peace. Some of us can carry that moment throughout the day.
An aura of bliss carried on our shoulders like a comforting knapsack.
We can dig the weeds, assemble the work, draw the painting, and write the word.
All we need is the awakening moment, the reminder,
the warm chill that emanates deep in our being to come forward like the blood that flows to our brain. We are constantly showing others our moment hoping that they will see it. Share it be part of it. It is a good vibration;
a warm movement of blood;
a good state of mind;
it is peace.

2008-01-01T07:45:00.000-06:00

The Green Path

Sometimes I wish I could say the words that we could all understand.
Words that mothers have always known.
Words that young boys learn from loving mothers and teachers.
Words that older boys put aside when they see the reality of death.
They put their mothers dreams aside and dig in the ashen pits of society.
Women did understand the sixties; they have always known the word peace.
This is something I see everyday. Women have always understood.
Weapons of war surround our world; picket fences of weapons surround our planet.
We are just one moment away from insanity.
A veiled threat, dogs bark as we approach the fences, we stand back, we know of the ashes that can cover our planet.
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Cancer seeps from the earth, we are too late.
Under the tall stainless steel turrets an unseen vapor corrodes our minds and imbeds itself into our pores.
This kills our bodies with slow unyielding/unknown/unseen corrosion.
The green voices speak loudly. They post signs along the road.
There is too much pleasure to listen.
The six year old listens and soon forgets.
We all know the path.
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Someone would like to push all sound away from the masses.
They say that all words that are written should be cleaned and sifted, so that only the pure would only be read.
Cut all the emotions to bare clear thought, cut all the email philosophies.
Save us all from the boring creations of the masses.
They say it would only let the cream come to the top, letting the driftwood go into the discarded piles of crap.
Save us all from the boring trivial emotions of creative thought.
Let the people that know sift us, let us know what we should know, save us from numb dumb dumb.
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Oh why are we so serious?
Why all the doom and gloom?
Lets just remember the day, today is someone’s birthday, a day to celebrate our birth.
A day to remember how clean the air is after a rain.
Have a nice day.

2007-12-31T10:52:00.000-06:00

50 Years and Counting

Let the vocabulary roll. Let the mind belch puffs of steamy spiritual mana. I huff and I puff and I try to make it through the day. My mind flops across the spectrum of emotions. One minute I am saluting the unknown and the other minute I am driving a personal stake into the unknown. They all knew what they wanted. I was still an unknown mind not knowing or caring. I was a seeker of truth, absorbing and not knowing. I could draw the line without meaning, not knowing. I was physically there and not there. The perfect simple being. I was happy and thrilled and not knowing why. I did not have sense enough to hide or understand why I had to. I was the man-child lost and unknown. I read of the spiritual world and I saw the freedom. And now today I struggle with heavy weight and I try to understand the flow of days.
Somedays I know, somedays I am lost.
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Silent voices scamper across our threshold; some are like snow blowing across our vision. Oh, so, so many cold flakes that we can only grasp a few. How do we listen and comfort those sounds?
They travel lightly and unseen in Wal-Smart parking lots, pulling in and out of white lines in our blowing snow of thought. There are so many? How can we possibly listen to them all? We can grasp a few and understand, but the rest will have to wait. Let them fall and swirl like the snow.
The snow falls and swirls as it travels east. The sun shines on the fallen snow, it brightens our thoughts and view. The white snow cover reflects the light of the sun. Emotions travel across this landscape.

2007-12-31T08:02:00.000-06:00

Kitten waiting for Santa

Progress in the 20th century.
I lit the pilot light and struck a match at the same time. Laurel was really pleased with this
improvement. I'm ready for the 21st century.

A gift in December
The child's eyes are wide open, looking at the candle light. I see amazement in these eyes.
Mom says, "Would you like to blow out the candle?"
The eyes are even wider, amazed at the flickering light.
She blows and the flame flicker and sways, the eyes are wider in amazement.
The candle is moved closer and the flame is blown away. Trailing smoke lifts off a red wick. The
child's eyes are wide with happy amazement, a smile swirls around the room as all eyes are caught
in a wonderful moment in time.

2007-12-25T07:11:00.001-06:00

Dancing Girl Christmas Eve

2007-12-24T17:17:00.001-06:00

Women

The women that I met in 1967 were different. Their attitude suggested that they were in control. Man did not control the way they lived their lives. They controlled their own being.
The best thing I could think of to say how I felt then and feel now is to show you my web page. It says Laurel and Tom, not Tom and Laurel. This is not about being polite, it is about respect for another being, women.
When I say that I tagged behind these women or those women, it was out of respect, not worship. I live and believe that women are equal.
When I complement you, I do it because I believe that we are equally being. When I send love letters to all the women that I have met, I do it to show them respect.
To complement them on what determined attitudes can do to change the way life treats women. When I do silly things to comfort you, I do it out of respect. I do it
now, while your alive. So that you will know that what you fought for has meaning in one mans heart. I probably am speaking for a lot of men that feel the same way.
Today we take it for granted about women being equal. But here in the south man still pushes his way into a womans drawers and spits into a can.
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We Think

Being on this planet, sharing the atmosphere with all forms of life.
Animate or inanimate, whatever, being together for just a moment or forever in time and space.
Whatever we are doing, rising to the clouds or falling to the earth, gliding across the air currents, walking or rising from the earths core.
We are equal in the space of being.
We think that we are among the most intelligent creatures on earth.
We think.
We think we are equal.

2007-12-24T15:10:00.000-06:00

Empty and Void

He came home from the war void. Empty, with no concern. He moved as hidden space,
devouring Jack Daniel’s and Quaaludes. His mind was lost.
I marched out at the head of the line. Behind me came six others, his wife Helen, Officer
Jones, Sister Mary, Father McCarty, and his parents John and Marie. We wore the faces
of gloom, tired and worn streaks were etched in our brows. When did we give up? What
could we do but wait. He had sucked every ounce of humanity from our bones, we had
finally given in. He was now doomed to die as he wished, empty and void without regard.
No one really cared anymore, he would fertilize the earth, so be it.
God, we wanted to do more. How did we ever decide to give up. How could it be
possible that there could exist a human without hope, lost and void of possibilities. Never
in our life had we ever met such a completely void sack of bones.
We let him walk away, we were dumbfounded, we had poured humanity into an abyss,
leaving us tired and blank. We had lost to an empty shell of a man. He may still be walking
somewhere absorbing goodwill from gentle creatures and walking away in his stupor of
void, leaving of trail of people that wanted to help.
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If the world would all perish and I would be standing untouched, I would not shed a tear.
My callus shell would just stand alone. My aura would be all I had to keep me warm.
What a selfish warmth?
Such a strange world I have placed myself in? An egotistical martyr, with only a mirror to
keep me warm.
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There is a mind that does not understand, standing in the corner, out of the way. Looking
and searching for answers. Toes turned in ,in a shy poise. Waiting for someone to give
them the time. There's Johnny by the chairs, broom and dust pan in hand, picking up the
pieces of someone else's broken heart.

2007-12-24T13:44:00.001-06:00

Why am I writing?

Putting words on paper, exorcizing the writing skill. Thoughts and ideas have left for the day. Is there some way to make these words understandable and poetic?
We know love when we see it and feel it. Our throats swallow and our tear glands work.
Memories, movies and beautiful stories sometimes convey the emotions of love. We sometimes love a written story or emotion, we sometimes love another being, we sometimes love life. I have been blessed I have loved them all, I have loved another human, I have loved life, I have loved the written alphabet that conveys ideas to others. I love the fact that I can send an emotion of love to the world.
People ask me to try to convey my good emotions to the world. I have a lifetime to try.
We are interwoven strands of ideas, colorful patterns in tapestry. Our lives intertwine with words and thought. We want the earth to be at peace. We care and speak truthfully.
Time has moved forward, we still love and speak clearly.
Why am I writing?
I want the world to know that I care. I want the world to know that if they know what I think. They will have a friend that understands. People say that the mind sometimes is lost in depression. A depression that does not allow people like me to come too close. I always feel that a mood can be changed with understanding.
People tell me that what I think cannot help the person with the will of depression. That these people are beyond help.
I only wish that they have a nice day followed by another. I hope that the wheels that turn in their heads look at the life at their feet. I only wish that they have a nice day followed by another.
Decipher every word that I write. Get a dictionary out and study each word that I write. Understand what I write.

2007-12-18T07:28:00.001-06:00

Sunday we had the pleasure of seeing Big Sister and Little Sister is a Christmas Pageant here is one of the photos taken of Mary and her Son Jesus.
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When I die I am going to skip Heaven or Hell and go to Hebrew School so that I can come back just like Jesus and do my best to help other human beings.
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WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE
by John Henry Hopkins, Jr.
1820-1891

2007-11-26T02:21:00.001-06:00

It is dark out this Monday morning. During a wakeful moment in the middle of the night I thought about the moment that I am in. I wondered how I achieved the moment I had already had and I wondered how I remember and reflect on things in the future and in the past. Because I have a poor sense of belief in my ability to learn I find it easy to be the moment. In some ways I am intelligent but in other ways I live in the 4th grade.

I am capable of doing the right thing but I have no gift in remembering faces and names. I have great ability to put people in their place which normally angers the world.
I have a love for religious philosophy and I disdain anyone that places the word god ahead of the human body and mind. That word has been placed before us like a shield to guard against anyone else using the word.
Our founding father were Christians but they disdained any abuse of any religious power and they set up a space on this planet to believe in any way you thought about the unknown force we call god.
Here is the South we have an army that walks behind the banner of "Onward Christian Soldier" and if it were not the law of the land they would slay any unbelievers but because they believe in the freedom to worship as you please they have the same disdain for non-believers as I do in my thoughts about them.

2007-11-26T02:17:00.001-06:00

I stand alone on this planet surrounded by millions of human beings that are related by blood and form to me. We are a society a socially structured society. We have evolved on this planet enough to create a physical present of steel, mortar and plastic. We are dependent on our society for all our creature comforts. We have also used the social societies of other creatures on this planet for our comfort. We maintain farms of bees, worms, horses, cattle and other hoofed animals for our pleasures and needs. We have harnessed the electron and used it to warm our days and pleasure our minds.
This year the bee was attacked by some unknown virus and their society was harmed painfully; we felt it mildly but next year we will pray to the unknown for their return. Will we be next in line to succumb to our own poisons? We are reading everyday where corporations are not keeping a tight reign on quality and moral obligations and it is ripping our society at the outer seems.
We need to stand alone and structure our own life and not give in to lower moral obligations and quality.

2007-11-26T02:11:00.001-06:00

The remarkable thing about the Internet is a search using a search engine. Sometimes the search gets dated and useless but the day you use the search engine it works great.

I was reminded of Katrina the big storm that devastated our minds and bodies as well as leaving a big hole in our societies responsibilities after the south was punished by that hurricane.
So I typed the word "Katrina" in the "in the news" search engine to get updates of where our society is in reference to the date the storm happened. The three articles that came up at the top are completely different but they reflect our society today in that reference.
I search a subject everyday.
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The overall perspective and spectrum given us by a search is remarkable even though it is never a complete whole of a given knowledge.

2007-11-26T01:54:00.001-06:00

While I was on the communes in the late sixties I met several people who had left the city because a lot of the folks that dropped out were leaning toward the idea of bearing arms. For me that is when I made the decision to follow the non-violent ideas of the peace movement.
Even though I am at times a violent person I prefer the non-violent way.
I can understand the Black Panthers as they armed themselves showing America what their greatest fear would be,
"An Armed Black Human Being."
Something that was almost impossible to think about in the,
"Hang them black folks South".
I can certainly understand a creature that is cornered standing firm and bearing whatever fangs it has in a protective mode.

2007-11-26T01:50:00.001-06:00

Two men in space suits are working in space; they are tethered to the space ship as they float and work on removing an object from the cargo bay in the space craft.
I cannot count the seemingly impossible fact that we as human being are endeavoring to survive and doing so so harmlessly. We place our being in precariously different positions "with no doubt that we are in good shape". Just as these humans walk in the spacecraft in orbit we also place our being behind a steering wheel and move down the road with screaming children in our ears in our auto machine with rolling wheels. We dart in and out of/or between other machines with larger wheels without giving it a thought. A cave man with his mighty spear would be cowering under the seat as we drop the children off at school.
We are enveloped by technology and would have a time using that caveman's spear.
I find it utterly amazing that we are standing in a place provided by life and that I see another creature also standing near me and functioning rather normally. When in fact if I stop and think about how marvelous we are; it is beyond my comprehension even though I am constantly looking for answers as to why we are here and why we have evolved.
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It is raining outside. This has been going on since Monday morning.
One end of these United States are parched and burning and we in Western Kentucky are being soaked in wet weather. I remember my step brother saying that we are "too green" in our area.
I have two trees on the west side of the house that were planted the same day. Both are the same type of tree. One is large and the leaves are turning and falling. The other is small and the leave are a full green and alive. They are just fifty feet apart with a elevation difference of ten feet.
The temperature has been hovering around fifty degrees.

2007-11-26T01:47:00.001-06:00

During the night I went back and read some of the text I wrote about the communes and the insight of living in poverty; a poverty that I sustained by giving up my middle lower class wealth. Someone that lives in real poverty has a choice but that choice is very difficult to find and very far away or almost impossible to find because of their physical abilities. I did have a choice which was a simple walk back to the city.
Perhaps the "Sermon of the Mount" best describes that poverty and mans ability to share their life with humanity. Most of us in the United States are not willing to give up their life style for the good of the planet. Other nations are closer to that poverty some have gone beyond our way of life and living in wealthier societies.
Weather makes a big difference in that ability to learn from poverty.
Our society has such a distorted point of view on what we should have and what is necessary to maintain a healthy life.

2007-07-23T07:40:00.001-05:00

It is early Monday morning and my life has been very physical in the last month. In the last two days I have been moving rock as in a chain gang. The work makes my muscles sore.
Hard work drives out the time to ponder and to muse.
That is something I learned at Tolstoy and Moningstar; I learned that work is part of life and part of the ability to survive. Being paid to work is a bonus. Work has nothing to do with society; it is strictly a personal thing.
I grew up thinking that human being had to work nine to five jobs and that if you did not work for society you were a slacker. That thought is pushed into the minds of human beings in our society and creates a false sense of moral values of doers and slackers.
The world has learned to abuse the ability of work by creating slaves to do their work; causing me to think that work is part of the evil when in realty it is the man that controls the slave that is evil; not the work.
Where ever you find a group of men working as slaves you always see a few men that are content with their lives and you wonder why. I know why now.
Yes we must free man from slavery; not free man from work; pounding rock is not evil.
We should also free man from the propaganda implanted in the brain about work.

2007-07-12T07:14:00.001-05:00

Summer of Love 40th Anniversary - 1967 -- 2007

2007-06-22T08:06:00.000-05:00

Our Flower Garden June
http://marionky.biz/OURGARDEN.HTM

The Link above is Laurel's organic garden in bloom because of her hard work, plus a little help from the bright sun, glimmering water, fertile compost, earthworms, honey and bumble bees, moles, cats and love.
It looks like we have a volunteer pumpkin coming up next to the garden hose and faucet.

2007-03-30T07:37:00.001-05:00

Power Corrupts
Who holds the power in the United States?
Who controls the government?
When we decided to rebel against England and form our own government. Those in power decided to separate our king from the people and to give people a voice in the power by creating a congress of representatives and a congress of states votes. We also created a judicial system to enforce our beliefs.
We never thought that our small businesses would ever become major powers or that the wealth created by slavery would be an influence in the way our government ran.
Today that has all changed; power comes from corporations around the world. They hold the strings of power through a network of lobbies instituted in our capital.
Waves and waves of influence are beamed over the airwaves by these powerful corporations. We are bombarded on all fronts with information influencing our thoughts.
We as individuals are constantly trying to break free from the comforts of society and place our own minds in that far away home called Eden. This is our every day struggle but we keep coming back to the comfort of that bombardment of entertainment.
Our homes are charged with the electrical warmth of information which pulls our bodies and minds in all directions creating a soup of thought. Sometimes breaking free is not ever thought of or taught as an alternative way of life.
The good part of this charged existence of power is its vast libraries of history and thought which provide more information about our selves than ever before. This information is our freedom our tool our weapon against the constant bad thoughts of society.
Power corrupts.

2007-03-27T09:46:00.000-05:00

I just saw a ninety year old woman who had planned all her life to go to heaven. She had a course set early in life by the way she was brought up. All vocal and material thought that went to her brain was the image of heaven as the place to be after death. The world surrounding her had placed that image into her life and brain. And there it has been for over ninety years.
When and what part of the evolution of society did we decide to provide an image and place to go after death?
I think it was the product of the painted walls of the caves and family stories told each generation around the camp fire.
Each cave and campfire brought warmth into the lives of human beings sitting around the light of the fire.

2007-03-19T03:47:00.000-05:00

Throughout the South there are quite of few of these restaurants along the highway. Until recently
these restaurants have had great food and service. But for some reason being my looks or their being
busy their service has hit rock bottom. We normally pay quite well for service in restaurants because I
know how hard waitresses work for their money so we always pay a little more for that service. I am
very sympathetic toward the working class of America.
This past weekend we went to Murray for our granddaughter's birthday. The Birthday Party was great
and my wife Motherkitty worked very hard making two dresses for the girls and making the new
expectant baby boy a new white, blue and pink afghan which is absolutely beautiful.
This post is about the service at two of these restaurants that are local here in western Kentucky.
I do not know how many of the restaurants are in western Kentucky?
The first time we got poor service by our waitress, I put off as being a bad day for a working women
(our waitress); and let it be. This last episode is worth a note here at this blog so you will know what to
expect when you travel to Murray.
This is all about our order.
Motherkitty ordered a : Bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich on rye with mayonnaise.
I ordered: two pancakes and a side of sausage and the waitress ask, "What kind of syrup?" and I said,
"Blueberry".
Our son in law ordered: Eggs over easy and country ham, biscuits and a bowl of gravy.
One of the girls ordered chicken and fries off the kids menu.
Our daughter and Dancer Girl also ordered but they got what they ordered.
It took a long time for our order to come but being Sunday morning I thought, "Their busy, fine."

Please pause here and go fold some laundry, wash some dishes between each sentence below so we
can understand how long this took.

But when the order came our son in law was very hungry and pleased to get something he just started
eating. A few minutes later the fries and chicken arrived. The chicken was cooked over a grill and my
daughter asked the waitress to take them back we assumed Little Sister chicken would be deep fried.
Our fault. My hot cakes arrived and I noticed that they sent Blueberry pancakes instead of what I
ordered just pancakes. They took them back. Sorry. Motherkitty and daughter are still waiting Our son
in law is about done with his bacon and eggs. Bacon and eggs? Did he order Ham and eggs? The
waitress comes over with our daughters food, my hot cakes and the deep fried chicken. Son in law
asks the waitress to look on the ticket, Did I order, "Ham?" She says, "Yes".
A few minutes later the manager arrives and asks for the second time," Is everything alright?"
Motherkitty says that she has not got her breakfast. He comes back a few minutes later with with son
in laws ham and Motherkitty's Bacon, lettuce and tomato salad. Motherkitty is furious. What the !@#
Where is her Bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich.
Son in law and I are done eating when someone says to me, "Did you order sausage?", Motherlitty is
still waiting as I realize "yes" I did order sausage. I look up and there, my waitress has just come over
with my sausage and Motherkitty's bacon sandwich with a side of Mayo.
Motherkitty looks down in disgust and polity ask, "Miss where is the lettuce and tomato?"

"Rye?"

The Sun Day just got bad.

Motherkitty's day was ruined and she is still very, very angry at me and the world.

2007-03-09T09:50:00.000-06:00

Maps

Get this; I went over to Yahoo maps and figured out how many miles per
hour I traveled from Lake Pontchartrain near New Orleans, La. to Cynthiana, Ky. in 1962 or 63.
I had no job in New Orleans; I did not know what
dropping out was? I had three dollars in my pocket with no future of any
money coming in. I had to go somewhere and Kentucky seemed like the
easiest place to go. My sister had just moved there from California.
It is 789 miles from Lake Pontchartrain to Cynthiana. It took me four
days with three dollars, some kind help and a lot of apples to get to
Cynthiana. That is eight miles per hour with barking dogs in the middle
of the night moving you away from barns and homes. I caught rides when I
could but mostly I walked.
See Walking
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I am forever tied to Joanie, Sylvia, Ramon and Huw. Our lives
intertwined between two Communes, Tolstoy & Morningstar.
These times were wrapped in the spring of 67 to the winter of 67-68.
I was in love with Sylvia who's husband had started Tolstoy Farm and
my best friend Joanie at Tolstoy was involved in the creation of
Morningstar with Ramon.
No matter how I try to throw down the kindling it will always be linked
together.
I have tried to explain the poverty to Laurel but she only has one
definition for poverty and she wants no part of it.
These were revolutionary times for me. It may have been a short period
of time but it was rather profound and it affects the way I think or do
things at this moment.
I learned that drugs are not evil.
I learned that our authorities are not always right or correct.
I learned that without clothes man is still man and women are still
beautiful.
I learned that in the U.S. you couldn't starve. You could starve but you
would have to try.
I learned that all meanings of God or not God are correct.
I learned that when a man opens his mouth he has something to say or is
hungry.
I learned the meaning of one.
I learned that work was not a nine to five chore, but something you did
for mankind.
I am sure that I could add to this list
and knowing my love for words I will do just that at some other time,
which may be a few minutes.

2007-03-09T07:45:00.001-06:00

We are dropped onto this planet and immediately covered in cloth, then feed mothers milk, then cooed at. We soon want more and in this society we live in, we normally get what we want. But there are times when life throws us a curve we did not want to happen and we are angered. What is the rest of the world going to do for you. The only thing we can, cover you with warmth and coo in your ear.
We take for granted everything in this society we live in. We automatically cover our nakedness in the latest style; we do not gather in the streets without clothes without society coming to our rescue with an army.
We have as a group found a way to live in good health but time is always against us as we age. If there is anything that pisses us off it is this lack of time we have.
We are always wanting more.
I learned at both of those communes that there is no need to want, just be.
This is where we are at.
If it is dull so be it.
Words are the canvas in this ongoing historical document.

2007-03-02T07:36:00.001-06:00

Where am I this new morning. It did happen quite quickly; I sensed an overall feeling of good in my awakening. I am. I am on this planet in this brick home very far from away.

I think of the young man in Iraq and try to understand what wakes him up? Is this the day he may ask and why? Is there a brief understanding as I see the planet in him so far away or does he awake like a soldier at two in the morning with a trash can lid rattling his brain with the messiah yelling in his ear," Today you are mine!!"
I seem to have a hard time with our president declaring war on the Garden of Eden; that place where the lion lays down with the lamb where every known biblical sense of reason came to being.
Last night I listened to Janis Ian and listened to the call the awakening of why; why haven't we change in these last thirty years?
Why didn't the world listen to those soft words as I did?
Every morning I awake,
every morning I search.
Sometimes there is a moment where I just see like a child lost in a dream, Tomas did you hear me? The teacher comes by and says,
Tomas did you hear the question? Someone please tap my shoulder.
Awaken me from this moment of peace.

2007-02-24T07:44:00.000-06:00

Everyone with a Middle East Origin in the Middle East should decide by vote.
"Should the area called Iraq be the place where we can fight out our differences
or the place to mingle in peace."

2007-02-02T03:06:00.000-06:00

I grew up as one of those kids that fall through the cracks at school.
I did no home work because I did not believe in it.
My emotional life was in the dumps.
What I write is geared toward those young human beings that do not understand their place in society and tell society to get fucked.
I was lucky enough to be understood by those folks that dropped out in the sixties.
My mind was put in place after a year on the streets of the revolution.
Tolstoy Farm and Morningstar Commune.
My bio for those young folks that are searching for understanding is at:
http://bellsouthpwp.net/t/o/tomas42064/TOMASHOME.HTM
I do hope that my words can help them understand their life on this planet called by us "Earth"
And I do love The John Wesley Harding album.

2007-01-13T11:11:00.000-06:00

Over the top and glide the words into sentences.
Brushes of color mark white painted walls.
We step a pace in time; organized and being in one place.
A remarkable attitude in the realm of god.
Our kittens have sensed the male Tom in the space out of the doors.

2007-01-09T16:42:00.000-06:00

We see people walking on the edges of roads.
Their faces are bland, we assume that they are poor, they are.
Great photographers see them and take their pictures; they hang them on pastel walls and
win Pulitzer prizes in photography.
This is a part of society that I do not see.
I am always too busy to see them.
***
There is a part of society that I do not see.
I try to see them but they do not want to be seen or so I think? They have a chip on their shoulders.
The world does not see them. They walk behind baskets of trash.
They walk on the edge of the roads, we almost ran over them! Their world does not reflect the beauty as seen on T.V.
Their minds are somber and poor.
They unload the trucks at the warehouse; they turn their heads when you look their way.
They walk in groups of poverty; there is no education or dreams in their minds. Their cloths are from the poverty bin.
They sometimes sit on benches of dust as we drive by and wonder what happened.
Some of us are pulled away and stay; some of us are mired in poverty.
We have to see, we have to stop and see.
***
Some of us have tried to pull them away from the poverty, they do not move.
We whimper in our minds, come away we scream. They are stuck in their way.
Their path does not move out.
Do I see them? Yes.
Do they see me? No.
Then again they do see me.
I am on that lofty platform thinking about the angels.
***
I am typing at the computer keyboard.
The Beatles are singing about the Penny Lane.
Very Strange.

2007-01-04T07:40:00.000-06:00

One Room School
It is dark out this morning; it is 6:30 Central Time.
If I was out waiting on a bus for school I certainly would want some light where I was.
I remember the school bus moving out at this hour of the morning to gather up children for that long
ride to school. There is a maze of winding roads in our county and they reach out twenty miles from
the schools. All the schools for economical reasons have been consolidated.
Those one room school houses are the thing of the past.
I heard that because of the high cost of fueling our school buses in our county were going to
cut out something from the school budget.
That normally means that a teacher is going to lose.
Because of the low cost of our communications systems today.
(The satellites in the skies, Internet, intranet, television, CD and video)
I think the one room school house within a mile of the children's home would be great.
My daughter teaches her children from her home so small classrooms thoughout our community
would not hamper the business of teaching.

2006-12-27T09:07:00.000-06:00

2006-12-26T06:11:00.000-06:00

The Sun Day

2006-12-17T08:22:00.000-06:00

I do not place my being into a bookshelf of to much movement.
My world is simple with soft sounds coming out of music boxes. There is no schedule to mark, only clothes to clean and dishes to wash. I do not miss the sunrise, it rises when I awake.

My thought immediately went to silent night holy night.

Today is the sun day the day to reflect about being.

Motherkitty taught our young kittens to kiss a few weeks back and last night at 2:30am one of the young kittens kept kissing me in my sleep until I awoke (five minutes). I finally had to put her outside the open door. I normally do not sleep with a door closed but last night was too much.

I turned on the television and turned to CNN to see what today’s topic was; what a surprise! It was all about a war in Iraq. You would think that human beings would some day tire of blowing themselves toward the empty sky and falling as debris to be buried.

Well at least someone human being has a job cleaning up the mess.

It is again quiet in Kentucky this morning.

I have been busy putting together a Family Craft web page for every one in our entire family spread across this continent.

Separate as one.

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

2006-12-03T08:29:00.000-06:00

Dividing Cells for Peace

The terrorist on this planet have created cells of human beings that convey an idea over the span of mankind. It is very disruptive because it kills human life.
We need a counter- balance of thought that can be placed in all corners of society to tell those that kill that there is another option that does not kill but creates a still, peaceful place on this planet; another cell, another option.
At the bottom of this page is a symbol of cells dividing for peace.
It is a non-violent means of change.
A peaceful signal of change, a new revolution of change.

Happy Birthday Sara

2006-11-29T22:25:00.000-06:00

Sara and Jack Rose
Mother and Father of Laurel Rose

Thanksgiving

2006-11-23T10:07:00.000-06:00

Today is the prayer of thanksgiving to god.
We are those creatures that cultivate and enslave the earth and then we give our being one fine day to celebrate and give thanks to our bounty.
Let us pray that Jesus and Muhammad are sitting at a table in quiet peace while
Cable News Network (CNN)
covers the event for all of us to see.
Let us all break bread together and drink wine from golden chalices.
Enjoy and dance to celebrate the peace.

Voting

2006-11-11T01:21:00.000-06:00

We have Time
We can do the electronic vote for the media.
And we can do the paper ballet for the verification of the electronic vote.

We can have electronic voting that gives each of us a card receipt of the way we voted.
If there is a recall in the voting precinct then you must visit the voting precinct and show your vote to be counted again.
All votes should be by name and vote.
This is the way I voted and here is my paper ballet.
We could have an early vote where you voted and got your card receipt and a
verified vote count day where you present your card to be
verified with the machine vote.

Two counts: one machine tabulation and one verified vote on paper.
This would take time but it would be without fraud.

When we create a CD or backup our data via computer we verify our data.

2006-10-21T10:18:00.000-05:00

We speak well for the class of 2006

No Child Left Behind

2006-10-13T07:45:00.000-05:00

Going through the north end of Marion is highway US 60; a federally funded highway. On the edge of the highway there is is a ditch of asphalt, grass, crushed stove and culverts. As I look out this window I see a highway of asphalt with a yellow line in the middle and a white line on it's edge. There are road signs, mile makers to make life easier for us on the highway. The asphalt is kind to our tires and there is plenty of places to stop to refuel our automobile.
Walking along the edge of the road is a woman with shaggy gray hair tied back in a simple small ponytail. She wears maybe clean tattered clothing . She is pushing a shopping cart and we know she stops at every possible place gathering items strewn along the highway and behind shopping centers.
Her name is Sara and I do not know that she is crazy but I think everyone in town thinks she is.
I'll bet there is someone in the town you live in that looks like her. She walks along the edge of the highway and so do children on bicycles, Amish buggies, mothers in stroller, walkers and joggers.
The Federal government built the highway to move its Armies from state to state. We travel on those highways constantly. Here in Kentucky those roads are without blemish.
The Federal Aid Road Act of 1916 established the federal-aid highway program that transformed America’s roads from alternately dusty and muddy trails to the most advanced and comprehensive road network in the world.
I think about us as a society that can build a road all the way across the nations and still in the year 2006 and 90 years later there are no sidewalk for the elderly and the children to ride their bikes on along these highways. We do pay a high price in transportation taxes; so where are the sidewalks.
On another note Ronald Reagan repealed of the Mental Health Systems Act. of 1980 and returned the mentally ill into the streets of our cities. There is no "to promote the general welfare in that voice"
We will send Mother Teresa to heaven as a Saint and we will look back in our rear view mirror and wonder why we let people like that walk along the edge of the road.

Beauty in Town

2006-10-06T09:51:00.000-05:00

One thing comforting about retirement is the comforting silence of the morning.
we have no jobs to go to. We have no children to teach or worry about. All we have is the quieting setting of our home. We make about $8.00 dollars an hour in our retirement. Not great but modest in this day and age. In our local we make more money than the average wage earner in our community. That is not saying much for our community but that seems to be the reality of what is going on in these rural southern environments.
Our neighbors in our community are working up to three jobs just to make ends meet and that is the norm in our community. Business, teachers, lawyers, nurses and doctors are the only ones living well in our community everyone else is living from pay check to pay check.
Most of the poor here have no health insurance and no car insurance. They buy monthly car insurance when they renew their license. There used to be good mining and manufacturing jobs with union scale pay and health benefits here in our community but those companies and jobs have left and so have the benefits and the good pay checks.
Our community is beautiful but it's beauty does not provide any wages for those folks trying to build $100,000 homes and raise any family.
Our children leave the area right after high school graduation and do not look back for there is nothing to see but beauty. Beauty is for hippies and retired folks.

Walking on rip rap

2006-10-05T20:27:00.000-05:00

Some are small, some are large. Some stones are firmly in place, some are loose.
Some look firmly in place, but are loose. Some look loose but are firmly in place.
You never know what will happen as you place your feet on the stones.
Your foot may want to lean to the left or maybe to the right.
You are always balancing, constantly adjusting your weight over the stones.
Like everything else in life, these stones are a constant source of pain, because they are not meant to walk on.
Some of us have to travel on difficult paths. We do not have to put our selves in these positions, but we do.
Twisted ankles and scuffed knees, arthritis, stomach ulcers and head aches, aliments that we all endure.
I read in Peter Coyotes’ book “sleeping where I fall” where a being walked more than five miles one-way
(maybe more) to get some fuel in cold and freezing weather.
They persevered for their cause, they moved their body where it did not want to go, they did a job that had to be done.
We have all placed our bodies in places where are bodies did not want to be.
Pain has sometimes moved though our nervous systems when it did not have to.
We endure, we place our bodies in strange places for a cause, sometimes menial, sometimes meaningful.

***

pull and tug

Sometimes I am lost in the world of thinking that your world is better than the space I occupy.
“The bear went over the Mountian”.
Why do I lose the perspective that life is grand here at my feet?
What images move my mind into far away dreams of dancing bears and fairies?
Over yonder hill and dale the movement is swell.
Why does my mind go off into places it wants to be.
Or maybe this is just an emotion that passes though the mind.
When I look out and see the colors I am here.
When I read about your habitat I think I should be there.
Why does life pull and tug at our garments like a small child wanting something.

Dolly and Loretta

2006-10-04T09:16:00.000-05:00

We have two new kittens in our household. We got them at five weeks which is a little early.
They are named "Dolly" and "Loretta" because they sang all the way home in the car trip back to Marion. In the photo Dolly is all fuzzed up and Loretta keeps her fur down. They were already weaned but they did need a lot of love to live away from their mother. They are acclimating to their new environment and they do get a lot of motherly affection from this household. Our main concern is our carpet and the kittens thinking that is a good place to do their business. We have kept them confined to the bathroom and a kitty litter pan and when they are allowed to venture out they will be watched to make sure that no accidents occur where they are not wanted.
It is nice to have them hopping and sliding around corners, climbing just about anything in their way including our legs.
Dolly is a little aggressive and Loretta is just a playful kitten.

2006-10-03T11:12:00.001-05:00

In god we trust.
Somewhere along the line god and religion got placed into one neat pile.
You know the pile of stuff that are like hooks and chains.
If you pick up one thing then you automatically pick up the other.
Religion is the worship of god.
God is beyond our comprehension.
God could be a synonym of atheism or whatever faith we have in humanity or god could just be "being".
God could be all the assumed names that man has developed to portray a deity.
God could be the faith we have in our thoughts to stay alive.
The courts in California assumed that god was part of religion. The court can assume that religion is the worship of god but it should not assume that god is part of religion. God is beyond our judicial mentality.
God is beyond all the scholarly lessons of any learning abode or our black starry nights.
Society has mingled god with religion in positive and preposterous ways.
We can separate religion from government but we cannot separate god from society.
God can be beaten with sticks from the jungle (communism), driving the worship of god over the cliffs of mankind.
But that faith that pounds the sticks is god.
That is like replacing my name with another name. I am still a being, wet or dry, dead or alive.
In god we trust does not mean in religion we trust. It means, "In god we trust."
There are no other nouns, verbs, or adjectives attached.
In god we trust.

2006-10-02T07:54:00.000-05:00

I heard this the other day.
Terror is a word like murder.
Can we go to war against murder?
Yes we have the law and if we disobey the law we pay people to go after you.
How far do we go to get those folks that murder?
Do we permanently change the way we live to fight murder?
Would we give up our republic and give the president complete control over the fight to fight murder?
We did.
We changed history when we overrode our constitution.
Osama Bin Laden and George Bush will go down in history as the two people that changed the way our constitution works in the United States.

I pod in my underwear

2006-09-29T18:34:00.000-05:00

Mac in tosh is going after mispelled words like," I pod in my underwear."

2006-09-16T07:04:00.000-05:00

My daughter and niece talk in Christian terms; I cannot do that. I have to think like Jesus.
I have to see the human being in front of me as seeing god or not seeing god. I have to see.
***
The world is full of different paths to god and they all whisper or scream that theirs only is the true god; which is a truth.
I though about this and I thought about the Buddhist, Hebrews, Romans, Egyptians and the other religions of the world. They thought in terms of one god, many gods,I am god and I am. I was puzzled how can we live in peace and still believe as they did. There had to be a way to comprehend this puzzle.
***
When the United States was formed they knew why they had come to this new world they called America. So one of the freedoms that they put in the Constitution was that each of us had the freedom to worship as they pleased.
***
Life has evolved and I now comprehend the world of religion. Children are taught early in their lives how to think and how to comprehend their world of religion.
***
There is enough knowledge written about religion on this planet to comprehend peace and how it can be obtained.
***
Standing still for peace.
I sat on the plane writing this thought:
How many of us live in a safe haven? Our protective shell, our home in a nutshell. Peace and safety surrounding our being. How does this cave of modern times differ from the time of bears breaking into our cabin and confronting us? We still deal with earthquakes, rains and tides but our relative safety is quite good. How did we ever get to this place of comfort where the local government does not pry into our being? We hear about the rampage but the flooded waters move elsewhere.
+
As the plane landed a strange site appeared in my view. People were standing like statues looking like an abstract painting in orange. Some stood on bandanas, some on rifles. They were scattered about like droppings from a plane.
So what is going on I ask? Someone handed me a folded paper with writing on it. The paper said,

"Orders from a higher authority:"
The sun was hot. Heat wavered over the red earth. The shine of wet skin could be seen for miles. Our higher authority had given the order. The earth looked like hell. For as far as you could see they had come, so there they stood. Most were in agony. The physical and mental adjustments were excruciating. Bodies were shaking internally. They were ordered to stand still and at attention, so they stood. Acres of aches stood still. Emotion reverberated in their minds but they had orders. They would stand until they got it right.
A lifetime of hate was being forced to the surface. He was ordered to stand still. He was told that peace would come. He was wired like steel. He had the strength to endure this pain and he would. He was ordered to do so. He stood like a statue, with his weapon or bandana under his feet.
Peace and Goodwill Prevail.
These orders came from a higher authority.
***
They must stand still for peace.
You can go to work and slay beef, fowl or pork and not to many folks will say what you do is evil. You provide a service for the folks in your neighborhood. You can on occasion just decide you have had enough and call work and say, " I won't be in today." You take the day off and enjoy what life gives you. You made a decision, a simple decision.
The folks in the West and Middle East can lay their weapons down on the ground and stand on them at attention. They can contemplate peace. They can stand thirty soldiers deep. They can stand and think and do nothing but fight for peace in their solitude. They can stand erect until every muscle in there body aches for peace. They can let every killing emotion pass through their system of thought. They can stand still until peace comes over their bodies. Some will want to strangle the veined throat of their neighbor but they must stand still for peace. This is a very painful process as they look down at their killing weapons. They must follow orders they are now soldiers for peace. They must stand still for peace."
***

"Confucius thought that a ruler who had to resort to force had already failed as a ruler",
so that is where the world is now. We are standing in the time-line of violence.
When one man stands still and ends the violence another man will shoot him off the pedestal of peace.
How many men will die for nothing?
This is what they can do.
They must stand still for peace.

2006-09-13T07:40:00.000-05:00

Muse
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French muser to gape, idle,muse, from muse mouth of an animal,
from Medieval Latin musus Date: 14th century
1: to become absorbed in thought; especially : to turn something over
in the mind meditatively and often inconclusively
2 archaic : WONDER, MARVEL transitive senses : to think or say
reflectively

muse (myz)
v. mused, mus·ing, mus·es.
v. intr.

To be absorbed in one's thoughts; engage in meditation. See Synonyms at ponder.

v. tr.

To consider or say thoughtfully: mused that it might take longer to drive than walk.

A state of meditation.
[Middle English musen, from Old French muser (possibly from mus, snout) (from Medieval Latin m
sum) or of Germanic origin.]

musing·ly adv.

Muse (myz)
n.

1.Greek Mythology. Any of the nine daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each of whom
presided over a different art or science.
2.muse
a.A guiding spirit.
b.A source of inspiration.
3.muse. A poet.

[Middle English from Old French from Latin Msa, from Greek Mousa; see men-1 in Indo-European
Roots.]

muse \Muse\, v. i. [imp. & p. p. Mused; p. pr. & vb. n. Musing.] [F. muser to loiter or trifle, orig., to
stand with open mouth, fr. LL. musus, morsus, muzzle, snout, fr. L. morsus a biting, bite, fr. mordere to
bite. See Morsel, and cf. Amuse, Muzzle, n.] 1. To think closely; to study in silence; to meditate.
``Thereon mused he.'' --Chaucer.

He mused upon some dangerous plot. --Sir P. Sidney.

2. To be absent in mind; to be so occupied in study or contemplation as not to observe passing scenes
or things present; to be in a brown study. --Daniel.

3. To wonder. [Obs.] --Spenser. B. Jonson.

Syn: To consider; meditate; ruminate. See Ponder.

muse \Muse\, v. t. 1. To think on; to meditate on.

Come, then, expressive Silence, muse his praise. --Thomson.

2. To wonder at. [Obs.] --Shak.

muse \Muse\, n. [From F. musse. See Muset.] A gap or hole in a hedge, hence, wall, or the like,
through which a wild animal is accustomed to pass; a muset.

Find a hare without a muse. --Old Prov.

muse \Muse\, n. [F. Muse, L. Musa, Gr. ?. Cf. Mosaic, n., Music.] 1. (Class. Myth.) One of the nine
goddesses who presided over song and the different kinds of poetry, and also the arts and sciences; --
often used in the plural.

Granville commands; your aid, O Muses, bring: What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing? --Pope.

Note: The names of the Muses were Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polymnia or
Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania.

2. A particular power and practice of poetry. --Shak.

3. A poet; a bard. [R.] --Milton.

muse \Muse\, n. 1. Contemplation which abstracts the mind from passing scenes; absorbing thought;
hence, absence of mind; a brown study. --Milton.

2. Wonder, or admiration. [Obs.] --Spenser.

muse n 1: in ancient mythology any of 9 daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne; protector of an art or
science [syn: Muse] 2: the source of an artist's inspiration; "Euterpe was his muse" v : think about at
length and in depth; "I mulled over the events of the afternoon" [syn: chew over, think over, meditate,
ponder, contemplate, reflect, mull, mull over, ruminate, speculate]

Muse

The First Monday in September

2006-09-04T07:30:00.000-05:00

Labor Day

There is plenty of history online about Labor Day.
Today is Labor Day
The weather outside is in the middle fifties just a few degrees below the average for this part of the country for this day. Society keeps track of these things. Where I worked at the lock and dam we not only recorded the river levels we also recorded the daily weather.
Labor in the world is leveling out. We the wealthy in the United States are losing our wages as the world as a whole is gaining a higher wage. It is making a lot of folks in the United States very angry. The world as a whole is benefiting with better health and wages.
The world reminds me of the early American southern slave states before the civil war. The big difference is that the world is developing technology which that they may get to use. They know through the Internet that they are being cheated out of some good wages. So this leveling between us and the world will move swiftly. Big corporations may not like this and may try to form dictatorships and theocracys to keep the labor unions under their control and keep labor costs down.
***
I heard this the other day. Terror is a word like murder. Can we go to war against murder? Yes we have the law and if we disobey the law we pay people to go after you. How far do we go to get those folks that murder? Do we permanently change the way we live to fight murder?
Would we give up our republic and give the president complete control over the fight to fight murder?
We did.
We changed history when we overrode our constitution.
Osama Bin Laden and George Bush will go down in history as the two people that changed the way our constitution works in the United States.

2006-08-24T10:00:00.000-05:00

What is a biographical point of view?

In this day and age we have the internet that can supply us with a free framework to place our lives in a biographical point of view.

A dot that when pricked can point a human being to a place where history (no matter how bland or notorious) that can be read about a human being that lived on this planet.

It is vain.

Historical yes a first person point of view that can be indexed by just mentioning the name.

It seems far fetched and big brotherly.

But like wikipedia it adds another notch in histories belt.

2006-08-21T10:02:00.000-05:00

Danny’s Song is playing on the radio. It is a beautiful day in Kentucky; for August it is spring like; totaling amazing.

How can I transplant those bodies that are suffering mentally; those folks that cannot comprehend beauty where they stand. Yes those folks that see my world as the place to end as an evil abomination. How can I convey the image that can be theirs just for the view of another world; how can I move their minds to the place that I stand. How many minds can fit into this brain of mind (the element or complex of elements in an individual that feels, perceives, thinks, wills, and especially reasons); how many can see this vision; this point of view this binocular sight of earth.

How long can it take to pour all those suffering souls into this absorbing hollow I call a mind.

Keep trying to see the vision of the rain as it falls on those decaying bricks; it cleans as it falls and washes the debris into the sea.

2006-08-19T17:59:00.000-05:00

Open, mind, weigh, balance, and publish:
These are words that I want to define.
I feel that I have an open mind,
but I need to know a little more about the meaning of these words so that I can understand what
I think is basically correct and not a misplaced notion that I conceive to be correct.
I need to weigh what I hear and see, to balance the thought or tip it to one side.
I need to send my emotions to the world, to publish my thoughts.
So I need to define the meanings of those words.
***

Open: having no enclosing or confining barrier: accessible on all or nearly all sides.
Mind: the element or complex of elements in an individual that feels, perceives, thinks, wills, and especially reasons.
Weigh: our ability to consider carefully especially by balancing opposing factors or aspects in order to reach a choice or conclusion.
Publish: to make generally known.

2006-08-18T08:49:00.000-05:00

I am not the clear thinker who speaks at rallies
and lifts the crowd into an organic frenzy.
I do want to run for Congress because we do need a simple mind in
places where a simple mind can speak of the emotions of the common man..

2006-08-18T08:23:00.000-05:00

Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
I do not comprehend the idea that a human being on
this planet hates the space that I occupy.
I occupy a space that is free to move about this planet.
The political climate/fence raises her bars across my path.
I occupy a space that is free to move about this planet.
Arrows fly over and across this threshold; sometimes stinging.
I occupy a space that is free to move about this planet.
There is a wide circle around me where the aroma and atmosphere
bombard my senses with vibrant ideas, feelings, smells and sights.
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed
Where Shall I Be Placed

2006-08-18T08:14:00.000-05:00

Is there anything that society has taught me other than the fact that we communicate very well?

The best that life has to offer is life
and
the view that I see of this planet every morning.
Time gives me a gift of a new planet at every waking of each new day.
I get the benefit of memory to add to this new view.
To me that is remarkable.
Another benefit of the new morning awareness is that I also realize that
that being over there is also awakening to a new day with a complete set of different values.
Two very good benefits to being alive.

2006-08-17T07:53:00.000-05:00

I have two points of view of “Free”

One is walking out the door nude without society rushing to your aid with clothes or detention.

And the second is purely mental, “Dude your Free!”

2006-08-13T13:59:00.000-05:00

From Daily Koss- In Defense of Hippies

by One Pissed Off Liberal

Wed Aug 09, 2006 at 12:03:36 PM PDT

(crossposted from the front page of My Left Wing)

First of all, the stereotype for hippies is about as reliable as the stereotype for any other people, that is to say not at all. Hippy culture was never monolithic. It encompassed well over half of every kind of kid there was in the late 60s and early 70s, and spanned every socio-economic strata of American society. If you weren't a hippy in those days, what you know and think about hippies is probably wrong. It's not your fault. The media has distorted the reality as a part of the conservative culture wars. They are, and have always been, threatened by hippies who never had any trouble seeing straight through them and who consistently called them on their bullshit. Progressivism (or enlightened thinking), started well before the age of the hippies, but for that one seminal decade, hippies were its natural home (though not exclusively of course).

....More......

2006-08-13T09:21:00.000-05:00

Walking
Walking, walking, walking until it hurts. Moving along the highway, walking on the hot asphalt. Stepping into the grass and weeds when a roar and wind of a vehicle comes by. Walking and the pain move to your ankles. Your feet are hot but you continue because you cannot stop until you reach your goal. You see a green apple with gray gold scars in a tree along the edge of the road. You pick the apple as you move along. The tartness of the apple almost dries your mouth but your body is eager for nourishment. No one stops and the heat is on your shoulders as your forty pound duffel bag digs into your body. The weight aches and you are eager for nightfall and the coolness of a shade tree. The air is wet and steamy and your clothes are wet and damp. You are thrilled when a cool breeze blows over your damp body.
The nights are noisy with the sound of crickets and frogs. There is a darkness out in the country at night that is not available in the city. There is no warm glow of lights, or hazy night fog or smog to lighten the country night. When you lay in the grass and look up at the sky you can touch the stars with an out stretched arm and hand. You lay and ponder this darkness and those bright lights and drift off to sleep. You wake in the morning stiff and well rested. The ground and the tall grass are wet and so are you.
Walking, walking, walking until your ankles hurt and burn. You have to move across this state, you have to reach your goal. Sometimes the streams along the road are clear, deep and cold. They are a refreshing moment for your tired burning ankles. You sit and soak the deep pain in the hot sun in the shade. The water moves swiftly and sparkles like a lovely dream. You know that you have to move on. You have to walk on. Maybe someone will stop. No one has stopped. You try to lumber on, you plod on, and you continue to move forward. You wonder why you are there.
Walking, walking, walking until your ankles hurt and sting. The roads winds over the low mountain pass. Refrigerators on porches and old cars surrounded by weeds are my view.
Sometimes your mind is on automatic, a place where there is no pain, no worry. You plod on not knowing where you have been or caring. There is no sense of traveling as your mind is lost wondering why no one picks you up. You are offering excuses to the world. Miles pass in a day and someone picks you up and you move fifty miles or ten miles closer to your objective. When you start walking again you are reminded of the burning in your ankles. You throw your bag over your shoulder and you try to find a spot on your shoulder that does not hurt.
You walk on.
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I walked everywhere, when I first arrived in San Jose I would walk or ride the bus to town. Most of my traveling was done on foot with no particular fancy stories. I saw just views from my eyes, sometimes on the buses I could view the streets of San Jose or as I hitched to San Francisco to see Cal Tjader I watched the cities as I passed through them.
I have walked a long time, I got a license to drive in 1968-70;
I am not sure I was dependent on my feet or thumb to move me along.
When I got a job at Dam 50 I walked along the edge of the water on the concrete for 8 hours. I have sympathy for waitresses as they work and move from table to table; I tip them well. They walk until their feet burn and then they walk on, they have work to do. They walk on. A lot of the friends that I have made have been waitresses I have always loved women and ladies who walk to work. They have to walk on.

California Highway

2006-08-13T08:59:00.000-05:00

The anthropologists had set up their tents between the ribbons of highway from Bakersfield to Las Vegas.
They were sifting the sands for debris, the remnants of the traveling civilization that apparently (or we may say for sure)
moved back and forth through the desert in the year 2003.
Found along the highway were cans with slogans and clear but torn wrappers, blue plastic bottles,
brown bottles (broken and unbroken), wallets and an occasional human remains.
The anthropologists have set up workstations along the edge of these ribbons of highways to store their findings.
It has been leaked to the press that maybe over 2000 tons of remnants have been found.
It is inconclusive as to why these remains are along the highway.
Some had said it was a religious tossing over the tops of what anthropologists called automobiles.
Since California was noted to be a very environmental state it is very unlikely as to why these remains are
laid to rest along these roads.

2006-08-07T19:22:00.000-05:00

The 6000 Year War

As long as I have been alive we have been in a state of war and I know that recorded history has always told us that war of some kind has raged on this planet.

Human beings have stood in silent prayer for days at a time trying to end this war; no luck it is not going to happen.

I have tried to duck out of the way of those shards of flying barbs but the tongue of humanity continues to rage in silent prayer.

I sit under the sun with this blue sky in stillness and wonder how long with this turmoil rage; in the eyes of god. I can very easily assume another 6000 years in my quiet optimism.

The 6000 Year War

2006-08-05T08:03:00.000-05:00

The world I live in now needs an enema.

When I left Morningstar some years back I had decided to do and not to just talk.
The world needed my physical help.
Well I did do the physical work until my body said this is not working anymore.
Moving my body at difficult tasks had taken its toll.
Now as my body ages I am at the stage in life where I am to be left on that iceberg to float away.
So I thought I'll write while my body withers away.
Most folks say I can't write, so what! Let me die painting the walls of caves and toilets,
yelling peace atop that shattered crate in my own particular way.

The world I live in now needs an enema.

***
Fragments of our life are dispersed everywhere.
We are like a sprinkling of water on a calm sea.
Difficult to point out or even see.
We vanish into the darkest parts of the earth.
How do we lift up our friends like the alien carrying us up the ramp into oblivion?

2006-08-05T07:51:00.000-05:00

The Barkers Charm
This is an awakening morning, it does not matter how may times I awake to these morning bird songs or
the vivid colors that I behold before me, it is new.
It is rewritten again because I see it again for the first time.
These are not the same songs, the same colors; these are somehow different, new.
Every moment is new; even the old worn sounds are new.
Somehow I forgot to bring yesterdays tempest into this new day.
Those of you that feed the birds near your garden will know or find out that those birds also feed on insects.
The leaves, flowers and foliage of your plants will be free and clear.
Somehow the work that was done in the past was carried over into this bright new day.
Like a circus barker I stand in colors and clothes, my raggedy voice charms the faces in the crowd,
“Come in and see the New Day, it is beyond your wildest dreams”,
”Delight in the New Soft Air, see colors so brand new that they have a fragrance”,
“Open the New Box/Day and smell the "new day" freshness”,
“And there are old sounds to keep you comfortable and warm, old voices that ripple through your mind like a nice rocker, a warm comfortable quilt."
Humming bird and bees are making their rounds, the flower are splendid, so cool.
The barker charms the audience while the Tom cats fight.
I cannot explain to the Toms that this is their world.
As the day awakes the world imposes it’s will on you, it moves you, it sings to you.

2006-08-05T07:27:00.000-05:00

Asleep at the Wheel
I look around at all these steel gray fences and bars and ask my self,
"Who stole the country?"
Like an umbrella this steel cage has blanketed our system of government.
The White House is draped in heavy red shroud,
The Judiciary is draped in heavy white silk, and
our Congress is draped in very blue mood.
This is just for a moment I hear them say,
"We'll give it back to you when all is peaceful and quiet."
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How could we let this happen?
Who fell asleep at the wheel?
Like the wires behind this computer our government has created a monster that
lived behind the framework of our vision and now envelopes our world.
The wires now poke down over us like a helmet, over and into everything.
It is seeing and hearing what is on our minds,
even in our dreams.
We are,
Asleep at the Wheel

2006-08-05T07:24:00.000-05:00

The sounds of flutes are like falling and bouncing grapes.
I felt good as I awoke.
The constant rain has ceased. It is clear, light clouds are in the blue sky of this morning.
I am the beast who thinks he is tamed.
The black birds have been feasting on worms out in this area of mother earth,
the rain has filled the ground with water and the worms have come to the surface for some needed air.
The humming birds are back, they dart around this wood and brick structure to drink from glass jars.
Violins are cutting the quiet, peacefully.
The rain has cleansed the earth, she is clean and pure.

2006-07-29T07:41:00.000-05:00

A being, I stand arrogant out in this garden,
I am expecting the world to be at peace.
I know that the flowers will grow.
I have guided them well.
Well is not a sickness in this back yard; well is a fine healthy soil and day.
I have lived in peace and have expected that from the world around me.
The birds are quite loud in their song.
I welcome them as I welcome the green growth and the continual rain.
I sense the well being in the air around us.
There is the noise of movement on the highway.
A being, I stand arrogant out in this garden.
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Words do not seem to smooth out the edges of hate.
We know that they should.
Maybe those beings that hate in the heart are looking in the wrong place.
Maybe there should be a place where a word can smooth out the edges of hate.
Is there one particular place where we can stand?
Maybe orders from a higher authority will help smooth out the edges of hate.

2006-07-29T07:23:00.000-05:00

I lay in bed thinking.
I just saw "Jack the Dog"!
I move my hand up and it is reflected and silhouetted in the glow of the light on the ceiling.
Thoughts move into my mind.
Would it not be nice if you could write the most beautiful poem and place them over these words like a fine tomato sauce?
Perfection!
You wave your arms in a slow gathering sweep of the aroma of the well spoken, the well written words.
I wish someone would write over the top of these words like footnotes but words that hover over these black tops and add "The Perfection of Good Thought" over these twisting ideas.
Do you really need to know where I am going tomorrow?
Please write the perfect line.
I am sitting alone, my mind is racing, something should make sense.
These words could be white and steaming with a perfect red sauce.

2006-07-28T12:50:00.000-05:00

Our day is clear and cold.
The world awakes in the distance lands.
Each one of us sees the circle that surrounds us.
We face our darkness and our sky.
We speak of freedom that anoints our bodies like the falling rain.
Soon the sun will dry the moisture and we will glow in its warmth.
There is colorful spectrum of thought and beauty from throughout the world that hits the pages of ones mind.
We are the testament of our own inner strength that shines with our smiles.
A glow will prevail in our song.
Even though we are only talking to the sky.
Our day is clear and cold.
..
.

2006-07-28T12:44:00.000-05:00

What do I see; a vague view of life, a shallow interpretation of life; is that what I see?
Do I see visual colors without depth?

Does that seem clear, seeing only the outer edges of reality?
I do understand reality; I do understand the deep emotions, the twist and turns that the mind plays.
I understand that people react to certain emotions and that life moves because of those moves.
But all I see is the smile, the outer shell, the outer color, and the view of the earth.

Why do I see a vague view of life, a shallow interpretation of life?

Does education in the prime of life;
the years when the mothers hug defined life before adolescence mean something in the learning process and
the development of knowledge?
It is true that I learn everyday, but some depth in that ability seems lost to me.
Laurel says it's there but to me something was lost in the learning process of thinking and the storing of knowledge.
Not lost but maybe the training, the ability to store knowledge seems slow to me.

A mothers love and positive attitudes make life much more profound.

I see people that knew what life was about when they were only four years old and maybe younger.
And I …. had only the twinkling at 30. Lost years… here but not seen.

A mothers gift to a child is motherhood.
I do envy you that have had a mother.
***
Even though the landscape around this brick home is in town. The grass is an unbelievable green. It is true that it has rained this past week and the sun has shinned clearly on this part of the earth. No visible pollution thought if I looked I could find some. But the green of the grass is truly an unbelievable green; a splendor of color. This is the only time in my life that I can compare the beauty of Kentucky with the beauty of Hawaii.
Although lying under the redwoods is very nice or a drive up the El Camino Real could make a point.
***
The Humming bird is feeding near this window.
Still...., flying....., feeding .......and gone.

2006-07-28T12:36:00.000-05:00

No Place to Be

The lonely place, the place without thought.
The closest place to death, no reality.
Without light or ego.
Alone without being, no bliss, near death, understanding nothing, white or black.
No colors to paint or see, no depth or void.
No awareness or imagination.
No being to comfort or hate.
The lonely place.
No words to even comfort our awareness.
Blank not even black.
No place to be.

2006-07-28T12:32:00.000-05:00

2006-07-28T12:20:00.000-05:00

Sphere of influence:
Sphere of influence:
Sphere of influence:
There is a sphere of influence that surrounds us.
We are the ones that spread goodwill.
We are the ones that garland our bodies with flowers and peace.
We are the ones that demand good behavior from our planet.
We are the ones that live in the garden.
We are the ones that listened to the words.
We are the ones that demand equality for all.
We are the one in the sphere of our influence;
we are the many in the sphere of influence.
Sphere of influence:
Sphere of influence:
Sphere of influence:

2006-07-28T12:11:00.000-05:00

SMOG
Subtle Changes
This is what I wrote the other day.
It reflects the changes in the air quality from 1960 to the year 2001.
The changes are for the better. This reflects the influence of people wanting the world to be a better place.
Good changes have happened. There is more to do and it will happen.
We are evolving, we are here.
We suspend wars on Holidays,
let everyday be a Holiday.
Smog:
I was listening to the Prairie Home Companion the other day where Garrison Keillor
talked about the movement of people to Pasadena from Minnesota in the early part of this century.
They spoke of it as being very clear and beautiful in this city at the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains.
I see movies and film of Los Angeles today in the year of 2001 and see the area as being clear with
a beautiful view of the mountains. Let me say that this was not always the case.
While growing up in Pasadena in the late forties and through the fifties the mountains were
not visible due to the heavy smog.
On rare occasions the mountains were visible and when they did they rose up quite dramatically.
I was raised in the San Gabriel Valley and I lived in the smog. I thought this was normal.
I now realize today that my body at that time was being abused by the air quality until I was seventeen.
They told me while I was in the Navy that I was sick. I had bronchitis that I was not aware of;
for I thought this was normal in my life style.
I only realized how bad the Los Angeles smog was when I returned from Hawaii and had to breathe and see through it.
The smog burned my eyes in 1962 when I was discharged from the service and
I moved to San Jose to get away from it.
So those of you that sees the beauty of the California Mountains be happy that you can.
I was not so lucky.
***
Back in those times spoken above there was a very real nuclear threat.
We knew we were all going to die because of the nuclear threat that covered the earth like the smog in Los Angeles.
It seeped into our very pores from the bantering, finger pointing and the propaganda that
covered the earth like amber molasses. We had no choice, in our minds we were all doomed to die.
There was no flowery bouquet in our future.
There was only the fire and the smoking brimstone of total destruction to darken our world.
People did scream for the nuclear threat to stop.
I was lost.
I had no future.
Why?
Times did change.
So now people hate.
I am not lost anymore,
I am just a little disgusted at the attitudes that are here at the moment.
There is no reason for any conflict. There is no excuse.
That is why I say.
We are evolving, we are here.
We suspend wars on Holidays,
let everyday be a Holiday.

2006-07-28T12:03:00.000-05:00

Do I have to work?
An old black crow is sitting a top a tree.
She is black against a gray background.
Her feathers are ruffled as she grooms.
She looks about as the wind blows.
She wipes her beak on her feathers and
then wipes her beak on the limbs of the tree.
****
Everyday our lives supply the pressure of just existing.
Do I have to wash those dishes in the stream, in the sink, in the dishwasher?
Do I have to bathe in the washbasin, in the stream, in the tube, in the shower?
Do I have to gather the wood, pump the water, and milk the cow?
Do I have to go to work?
The answer is always yes.
If the answer were no then we would just sit and wait for the services to be provided.
If we had the money then those services would be provided.
Now I can go back to my teens (1955) in my mind and understand what was going on in this mind of mind. I had no clue to why these services were provided or why. No one human being bothered to explain my reason for being on this planet and why I should wash those dishes or mow that lawn that my mother and father wanted me to do.
Was it the halo of electrons,
the nuclear vision pressed into this mind of mine and into the clouds overhead that moved my senses and thoughts into a maze of confusion?
Why should I exist?
They understood and I did not.
Was the world telling me the truth or was the world telling me lies?
Why should I gather the wood?
Have I changed, yes, but the lies and the half-truths are still baked into those white gas pumps. Credit or cash?
I do not litter and I pay cash. I have a debit card and I want peace on earth.
Jesus and Buddha had the right idea and so do I.
"Once upon a time there was a great revolution and all the children came.
Joanie and Sylvia flowered me with motherly love and I am forever grateful."
Do I have to go to work?
Your body works fine.
The answer is always yes.

2006-07-28T11:55:00.000-05:00

There is a photo that is a skew on this wall.
There is a photo that is a skew on this wall. It hangs with one side dipping down.
I know that some folks when they come by the photo would automatically raise the corner until
it was level with the ceiling and floor. I thought to my self, " What is the correct position of the photo?"
What law states that a photo must hang parallel with the floor or ceiling?
Is there a school of knowledge that corrects dipping photos?
If I dip one photo do I have to dip them all?
Is someone with a pen in their pocket going to come by and point to the photo
and place my name into their database of misaligned photos?
Is there a pattern that my plate/life should follow, you know something pleasing to the eye?
A platter laid correctly on this table of life; laid to please the eye.
We all have our choices; I am a clean freak; I do not give a dam if your home is unruly but
eventually I'll straighten things up and then promptly mess it up again. Where do we learn what is so called right.
I know that with food if you eat something that you shouldn't it may make you deathly ill. But where do all the other ideas come from? Who flattens the top of your head and calls that neat? When did blue slacks and a white shirt become neat?
Does it have to do with counting our patterns? Placing our five matches in five piles, putting our ducks in a row?
I do not know, but sometimes people correct me if I'm wrong.
Sometimes I follow their advice and see their point of view and sometimes I do not.
I know that in the job market you have to follow all the patterns correctly to achieve a goal together but
at home I'll follow my own pattern if there is any. That is a nice choice.
Some places on this planet there is no choice but to follow the leader right or wrong.
Some places will never have a chance to see this writing because
their doors are shut and their wives are blindfolded.
There is a photo that is a skew on this wall.