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Monthly Archives: March 2015
Adar
Acting hip as you slip in the stream
Get a grip you’re a blip on their screen
But a clone from the bone of the beam
Has been known to be thrown in between
Pull the ring on the string of the seam
Hear it sing everything in the scene
It’s been sold by the gold plated gleam
Standing tall by the wall painted green
Planning sound as you pound out the scheme
Patted round after ground by machine
We compete for the sweet rising cream
The new meat on the street coming clean
Once they roam from the home of the team
Quickly grown to the tone of a teen
Man Made God
If you start with a man and he’s made god you have a man made god. One giant leap. A man made god is also known as an idol. Idolatry is anathema. If you start with God and he’s made man you have God made man. One small step. The difference is the direction. Cc
Stroll
The path of logic. Often trod. Well worn. Meandering through creation. An adder on the way. Long lived and prosperous. Your Vulcan mind in it’s pyroclastic flows. Destroying all that is. Creating all that’s known.
Be careful what you think.
Watch what you say …….
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Pilots
The natives are getting restless. The visitors are moving on. Spring has sprung and commerce has begun. You see a sea of activity. Neighbors everywhere are digging in the dirt. Looking for the places each got hurt. Trying to mitigate some of that pain for a greater gain. Or lesser loss as ever it may be. The painfully slow rising of the bar on productivity. Temperatures slowly rise (on aggregate) with the sun in the noonday sky. Fowl slowly rise up to the currents carrying them north. More timid sky pilots jet out to test the behavior of the new season’s air. I saw my first butterfly a couple days ago, I think it was a monarch.
As were the two tattooed (one yellow one red) onto the back calves of the shapely young lady walking by up on the bluff when I stopped at the Lewis and Clark monument to watch the cold front blow into the metro area. The view of the Missouri river bottom from up on the overlooking bluff is exquisite. As is the opportunity to observe the motion of man and mate as you sit (or strand, lie, etc.) and watch the sun go down. There are planes, trains and automobiles passing by at their separate paces and in their separate thoroughfares lined up below the bluff. There are circling soaring turkey vultures riding the updrafts sometimes only an arms length away in front of the bluffs.
Life is coming out of hibernation from it’s winter season of slumber. Waking up and stretching it’s bones and sinews. Take a deep breath and gird up the loins. It’s going to be a faster year than the ones before. They all are. Like a twirling dancer pulling in their arms as the spinning pitches up in tempo. Thank God for muscle memory and subconscious reflex. When its passing this fast they are good tools to have honed. Buckle up and batten down. The cargo could shift as we navigate the vortices be they charted or not. Inventory could be lost. Yet have no fear the crew is sound. Arrive alive.
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