I GOT THE BLUES

People, grownups, write and speak to each other in words 

they have been shown that have been given assigned meanings

which are derived by assembling the same words in different patterns

 with punctuation 

marks 

accompanying.

        And people were told that the words are reliably assembled 

up from some factory to make sense. 

And that the use is imperative. 

For what? 

Well, all I can finally tell is that it amounted to a method whereby we 

fell into a small black hole that led us to a wonderland of nonsense. 

And the 

question is: Who Are You?

We were all forced to learn the words and their proper use

tested and graded 

according to our grasp of it 

and 

the world of nonsense hands out gifts 

to foster its secure position of authority 

and keep us in line and striving 

against one another. It worked.


 I got the blues.

For you,

what do you think?

Is it better to to give up one's life

and leave a sacred shell

a cloud of incense

an object of cult

for 3000 years

or better to

live your life

anonymous

and plain?

You can make it hard on yourself or ride the easy way.

He’s comin’ down fo’ ya like some runaway midnight train.

Prob’ly catch ya with yore pants down squattin’ out in the rain

Relieve ya of that shitstorm you call “my brain”

trouble is,

he will always come fo’ ya like some runaway midnight train.

Who are you to hold a grudge when the Lord forgives us all?

Who are you to hold a grudge when the Lord forgives us all?

Years ago I was in the original Whole Earth Provision Company store near the campus. It was my favorite place to shop. I came upon a framed story near the mountain climbing gear that told of an ancient people who lived in a valley surrounded by mountains.  Nobody in the village had ever seen over the top of the mountains to know what is on the other side, so, many stories were invented to tell by the campfires to explain what was on the other side. One such story has evolved over time into what is now called religion. Another story has evolved into what is called science. These hypothetical stories continue to grow false explanations of the unknown regions beyond the valley.

However, one day a brave lad did climb to the top of a peak and looked over.  When he came back he told what he saw and though he still lived in the valley for the remainder of his life he always remembered what lies on the other side. The others failed to understand him. The story concluded that once you have seen the other side you will never forget and will know what is there. I knew the author was really writing about meditation, not mountain climbing. You never have to pretend you do not know what the trees have to say.  You can live by that knowledge at all times in every decision. In truth you can live the meaning of the saying that "You never have to make another decision in your life if you decide to see the other side of the mountain for yourself.” Even though few people do, you can.

Peace is not the opposite of war.

War is a fool's search for peace. Peace is the presence of itself in the union of good and evil. It comes to all who want it passionately enough to clean up after themselves without expecting a reward.


Then it comes. To those who truly want it, it just comes as a promise fulfilled.

Everyday I tramp a secret path where all things wild do hide and grow.

You must think me mad to say it although I must declaim that it is so.

A madness is afoot beside the world you know; and in it dwells a heart so big you will not believe it so;

but belief is not at all involved in digging for what just may or may not be so

with a faithful dedication to your dream and the magic touch of a friend I want you to know.

I am reading about a woman who has lost her memory. She awakens every morning with the idea she is young and at the beginning of her life only to discover again that she is in her 40's and married and has had a child all of which she does not remember. Blank you might say. At the point in the story where I stopped reading she has come to fear the day she will awaken as an old woman thinking she is young and discover the truth and the reality she has nothing to show for her life for she believes all we are is our accumulated memories, and in a way she is correct. For most people it is so. It is so because most are asleep, in a trance, living only a pretend life. Playing roles in somebody's else's (Kodak) (Facebook) (Norman Rockwellian) drama. For those ones, the predicament is dire. And yet, they know it not so to be. I write for them.