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Sometime I lose my mind to find myself

I might feel better than I appear

I might sing worse than I gargle

I might wear pink lemonade with sandles

you should pull me near

I have an odd way of thinking

you might think that is queer

if you keep wiggling that finger at me

I might lend you my ear

Wax my affections

rub the windows clear

I have family in washington

but they usually dont care.

you rent the tuxedo

and I’ll drive the cab

dont ask me for directions

you cant get there from here

I strike the nail into the monolith

cursed to pay rent to the streets

I’m not a randy American

I cant sing hail to the chief

you dont want to much

something to believe in

I want compassion with sleeves

yeah

giving out free cheese on

every third Wednesday

screw the damn charity hacks,

I’m living with this disease

I want a prize in every package

trails of smoke flying near to the sun

tie up my troubles in a zipper sack

savin’ up nickels for a rope or a gun

HJM

C 2005

She tied her red hair back with a black carbon ribbon
from the novel she abandoned that year .
Pain from the loss of her lover stained her
like the sudden death of a gifted wonder child.

She and They

Liberators

Protectors

Derisive Saints

Their cries for women

For the fruits of women

For less bodies hewn 

and torn apart

It was just a skirmish 

It was also a path

For Metropolitan women

Just like Neapolitan cream

layers flavored

brown white and cat eared pink

The wonder and the bleeding

Leading into faith

Into the mercies of love

But it was her she held

 In the dark nights

And in the light of determination 

Freeing Their Healing and Victory!

Now, her loss is terrifying.

Where are the rights they fought for?

Where was the comfort and shelter of the oppressed?

Why is the gulch sinking deeper?

Where, the hands across the waters?

Hands across the street?

Hands that now wash the laundry
Now, yes, eyes that grow with rusty sweat

Women of mourning

Yea, puppets of small men,

Despise these slings and arrows,

There is no defeat.

In the evening

At the sunset
let us cry,

Let them rest. 

11/8/2022.  Dedicated to L and K

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A write I started earlier this year has formed out to this. Most of my family, you know the reference material and this moves me greatly. I struggled to properly read it aloud to my wife. She likes it, knows what it means to me. Grief often keeps me quiet, this is an effort not to be so.

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Truthiness

Real truth

Timeless truth

Temporal truth

Timefull truth

Timeless truth

Measured truth

Immeasurable truth

Suspended disbelief truth

Persistence of vision truth

Trans-dimensional truth

Inter-dimensional databank truth

Self-disrupting catatonic truth

If GOD imagined us into existence,

[and claimed to be in (his) image and often, nature],

what is our imagination creating ?

^^^^^^^^^^^^

ah yes… and She, with her peach lips…

[and he with his clingstones]

Towers ascend,

their fall may be no surprise.

but ambition must attain

a more extended rise, 

and less evil refrain.

fighting god to god
man to man
superior force
hearts against the mind
mind against the flesh
welfare of the rich
fish growing tumors in the ocean

that intriguing volume of knowledge
entices to wait and see
if any wisdom develops
breasts everyone can feed from

but what of the heart
mine seems lost
not quite broken
full and squeezed
cluching at the hopefull
dont let me die in this disease

Mars could be disastrous…

https://in.mashable.com/science/85790/elon-musks-dream-to-occupy-mars-could-be-disastrous-if-rushed-says-award-winning-book

Stupidest Thing’: Scientist Shreds Elon Musk’s Mars Dream…

https://in.mashable.com/science/97029/stupidest-thing-scientist-shreds-elon-musks-mars-dream-says-even-apocalyptic-earth-is-better

Yes, research suggests that riots and other forms of social unrest are more likely to occur during hot weather. This is often attributed to a combination of physiological and psychological effects of heat, such as increased irritability and a heightened sensitivity to social cues that might be interpreted as hostile.

Here’s a more detailed explanation:

Physiological Effects:

High temperatures can lead to physiological stress, increasing body temperature and potentially affecting cognitive function. This can contribute to irritability and a lower threshold for frustration, potentially increasing the likelihood of impulsive actions.

Psychological Effects:

Hot weather may also affect psychological responses, leading to a heightened sense of frustration and a decreased tolerance for others. This can create a more volatile environment where conflicts are more likely to escalate.

Social Interactions:

In hot weather, people tend to spend more time in public spaces, increasing the likelihood of interactions and potential conflicts. The increased density of people in these spaces can also contribute to a sense of crowding and frustration, which may further fuel unrest.

Historical Context:

Studies have shown a correlation between hot weather and the occurrence of collective violence, with some research indicating that the frequency of riots tends to increase with higher temperatures.

Limitations:

While a link between hot weather and riots exists, it’s important to note that other factors, such as socioeconomic conditions, political tensions, and historical grievances, also play a crucial role in the outbreak of unrest.

It may be years
or never
before what you tell me
clicks and makes sense
ravels or maybe unravels
to weave and wiggle and
make sense of
what you experienced
of what I experienced
when I experienced it
and realized we all have
a time and place
for experience
some time or another
as you and eye see it …

…While within time
and shifts of cognition
upon orbits we’re standing,
one with
those stars and suns that
shine on our faces
as we
drink in the blessing or malediction,
our thrumming hearts
pushing streams of conscious
and unconscious,
thoughts tumbling
through nerve shocked shells,
our souls lay sunbathing
on the warm shores of
uncertain eternity

H.J.M 12/

“I know the great tragedies of history often paralyze men with encroaching horror. They stand rooted to the spot until, one day, the Gorgon devours them.

But I mean to convince you that there is only an illusion of impotence. That intelligence, strength of character, and courage are enough to stop fate and sometimes to reverse it.”

— Albert Camus, Nobel Prize speech

he can not see whether what you do is right
you can not correct the mistake by doing more wrong
you can not stop the pain by creating more
you can not teach love with hatred
I still have to reconcile with the animals I eat
I have to trust the mechanism that feeds me
but maybe you’ve just torn me from my mother
and alienated me from my brothers and sisters
maybe you have broken and not mended
maybe you grind all of those under your feet
who think they should strive to share
what grows up from underneath
protect the young with open arms
and not with barbed wire and grinding teeth

I feel the world rustling and churning
making steel grow like bramble
skittering to and fro
making nothing but more things to do
more to understand
more to wobble out of control
nothing to know about something so lofty
as to be beyond the compassion of men
a heart with stuttering valves
exausting toward oblivion
blocking light and choking air
suffocating peace

-HJM-

by Longbow on January 23, 2011

Here I am looking at you all and wondering what to say
I’d say we’ve had a turn at things and we turned and walked away
all the memories don’t amount to much
when you try to figure out what it means and such
I had a quest to answer every question
but i found many answers
just left more doubts
I wouldn’t find myself in the past
I barely knew myself then
and now that I think about it
I wonder about us still
Have you had your fill
of opportunities gone by
are you happy with the chosen
making it hard to get by
Well I have, and I feel a little ill
I’ll have another go, ’till they find my body still
I won’t keep a pet obstacle
I’ll eat it and have my fill
So where are you now
Have you reached the top?
Have you looked at the principle
and calculated the cost
leaving you cautious now
because of what you’ve lost?
We never had it all
advantages were almost nill
but we made the most of it
and we’re having it still
So I beg you to enjoy the quiet
and keeping smart as well
cause when it gets to going worse
its just a living hell

– HJM

[blurb I wrote for Lovingnative.com…back then]
by Longbow on December 12, 2010

Anyone trying to define social / cultural influences and affiliations in this town would be hard pressed to trace those topologically (topographical/meteorological), let alone show the streams of thought flow. Maybe a strong feeling of connection comes from these tensions indicated by welcome concern for the town, augmented with the desire to do more than just pay our bills. There are many versions of “fun” here. I mean like, there is even a Casino in town. Oddly that seems to be a growingly common feature in counties up here… Is it latent “White Guilt” to “legislate fairness”? ( I don’t understand this gambling stuff, or any other thing that is supposed to be fair to Indians) (hey what about the Mexicans?”) One of its (Willits) histories is along several environmental action fronts, such as seeking to prevent some disasters to forest and streams. Another is the desire to preserve the local food security, ie assured supply. (Hmm, sufficient for 30 days? What about getting through a whole season like a full scale agricultural community does? Well maybe one step in the right direction is local Grange Grains. (There, a feeling restoring a Spirituality to farming, a Pearl S Buck moment) How about when times get that financial “low’ feeling or jobs are twenty or more miles away. That being said, the town seems basically “happy”, by and large pulling things together (by the strings) despite State and local service/funding cuts. Been a number of changes in shops closing and opening, some making good ops in change of location. The post office parking is the worst experience in this town for me personally and for many I am sure. I’m thrilled they at least now have one drive-up curbside drop-box well outside of the carnage of that lot.

As far as that goes, I don’t see how any large metropolis does it. So many groups, influences and money. How hard times do torture and warp mens souls. Yet I read that in a real disaster, studies have shown people act better and are more involved in emergency response than they thought them selves able.

[Since this is something I wrote for Lovingnative.com in 2010 the links may be dead]
by Longbow on December 29, 2010

(This is a rant I wrote two years ago. now I’m wishing for an iPad, mainly for readability and music apps)
I’m not an early adopter apparently. I cringed at the term podcast. Pods were something alien and creapy like in an Alien movie. I wasn’t looking to join a group of whales either, even if they were cool white Belugas. I had no need to stick plastic in my ear to drown out the world while commuting to work. Maybe I would have adapted to the technology change sooner had I remained a cubical encased web drone for a while longer. The dot-com bust came and that was the end. I resisted the artificial world of pod music so I could stew in my own thoughts or watch and listen to people in the daily transit chaos. I had very strange taste in music anyway. I wanted intricate complicated compositions that didn’t involve big beats or sawing guitars, but I didn’t want classical music either. I suffered the screaming wheels of mass transit with nothing else to calm my disease but an occasional book… and usually non-fiction at that.
So it might seem odd that I’m writing this to express my excitement after five years of resistance. Something has come along that broke through. Something that whittled away at my sense of practicality. Something that was more akin to a swiss pocket knife, with many blades for different tasks, but all hand held and ready for any challenge of survival.
This miracle tool and bastion of entertainment cracked my skull with applications beyond mundane. I became seduced by the Apple iPod Touch.

Not everything is sexy. It has a few handicaps.
No physical (tactile) response (IE click). Few buttons. Shiny face that obscures vision on occasion. Small. Slippery(without a case). No Adobe Flash. The pricing on protective cases can be oddly high (@ $30), but needed to reduce chance of scratches, or worse, dropping. With few moving parts the drop won’t kill it but a dent or crack would be sad.

Options to add on GPS positioning and map use turns it into navigation tool and finder. Coming soon, stand in front of a store and see if they have online catalog, ordering, phone number lookup etc.

Though usable in any location with Wi-Fi, the main transfer of song, picture and video data is though hookup and synchronization via iTunes on a desktop computer. A music browser application “Songbird” also claims to be able to synchronize songs and playlists.

Local in home or public access Wi-Fi hookup to Pandora and other discovery services without firing up your computer And SHAZAM!
(dead link) ***http://www.simplify****.com/ (stream from your home computer via iTunes, Winamp, Rhythmbox (Linux)

And some of us 

Clamber, seek and be heard

climb any mountain

fly any bird

To launch the future 

To free the earth

The Key to the future is

Leaving the past

In time to be first

And not the last

Pioneer

…it may seem obvious, and probably already happening, but it occurs to me one could ply ones devotional expertise to ministering through blog pages, just stating principles on what it takes to make sense, meaning, purpose to life. A little more logic to heart, but mainly looking at long term outcomes. What then does one toil at? What energy required? Is there back up, network (of course)? Can this venture toward mental health? (I know I can have problem with pushing my world view) There are ways some groups NEED pressure. Maybe I need to look away, because their ways may not be my ways, but I can not guarantee my apprehension nor aspirations are 100% determined to be the truth or true result. So, wing it… go medium reserved, unexcited of events. Problem is I see the usefulness of some evil. I have not been brought forth for the favor of force. I side-stepped concern and panicked reactionary emotions from war and politics, by accepting a view that it was soon to be over, bringing a messianic new age to mankind and an end to sickness and even death. Man was I a sucker for that! But is that a bad thing? The same I wanted for myself, I desired for everyone. That is what I was taught growing up and in early adult hood. Local social unrest was enough for me 1960s and ’70s Oakland California. But I was in California, a little more advanced, dreamy and revolutionary. Well, particularly the Left here which always mostly sneer at the Right, but the problem with the right is they seem more concerned and qualified to make money. Well it does take MANY kinds to make the world run. And we all know what happens if we stop running…