When you’re falling,
you’re mind only thinks of the rock
in-which you are headed;
but, when you’re flying
Man you’re soaring,
and all you see
are the clouds and stars
that might guide your way.
Category: thoughts
Thought 13dec2019
life is a frightful entity,
stupid, crude, and cruel.
It can not be helped.
Albeit,
we are responsible,
and must hold ourselves accountable.
It has been written
and preached
when one is born,
and immediately is guilty.
How can that be?
Is being innocent, a crime?
What is the crime, really?
I have a wild impulse to smash something.
to completely let loose
with a baseball bat.
but where?
A thought 26may2019
We have a president
On memorial day who is a draft Dodger.
And was partying
While my father was over in Vietnam.
Man,
Are we fucked.
the center of the hurricane
In life
things whirl about you.
the very ground we walk and stand upon
spins;
and, the earth in itself
orbits the sun.
and all that spins.
within
the universe.
As a child,
I’d spin
and spin and spin
and spin
and frail about
crashing into things
and in that strange state of vertigo,
I was the center of a hurricane.
I was standing still
and everything else was spinning.
every wheel has a center
unmoving
the center of our galaxy is the sun.
Where is the center of the universe?
Is that where we will find god?
Kitchen 7july18 thoughts across the forgetfulness
I wonder
I let it slip away
The wonder that was.
There was another wonder in there
Also.
But it too
Skipped away.
Skipped, slipped.
Maybe if I turn around,
walk out of the walkin,
and go back the way I came.
the thought was dropped off
somewhere along the way.
and there it is
sitting right there on the cutting board.
I needed garlic.
Kitchen thought 8july18
You’d think
Working in a kitchen
I’d eat all the time
Or at least get something to eat
But I forget
All the time.
Court
a line
that hovered on one wall,
went to the end
and then came back around
on the other wise.
three hours of thinking
of how if only I had not
followed those other two cars.
but
as I watch
the people in the court.
not the ones with the traffic tickets
but the ones who had to do this everyday.
I thought of a book.
something about always
having a towel.
the Vogon,
and so long and thanks for all the fish.
I felt sorry for those people.
there was a focus on repetitiveness.
it was a nightmare for me
just being there for a few hours.
think of them
for days,
moths,
years.
[to be thought about more later on]
