what binds us close together?
our perfects
or our mistakes?
the chance of you being
as good as you are
are amongst the odds
to be complete is to dance
to be happy is to walk with angels
to die is incomplete
Wingdingy for Brainbelly Posts
the nature of light surrounds us
we are light passing through
glasses filled with filters
exchanging atoms and photons
we build an image to the past
our prismatic systems
charge the impulse of our perception,
up looping a glorious
sensitivity to alive!
Bunch of people want to change things when we can hardly see how the mechanism works. Most of the needed things get done anyway, at least in this country it seems. Protecting all our rights and allowing for our differences, mostly our society seems to work. Didn’t someone say ‘you can’t please all the people all the time’? There is still a lot of ‘help one another’ going on. If you feel something is broken and needs to be fixed you have to know the parts and how it operates. If you have to replace a part you either have to go to the original manufacturer or find a proper and reliable substitute. If you take it apart and reassemble it with faulty parts its going to break down again.Then, in some cases, the bubble gum and bailing wire holds it together just long enough to get the mechanism to the place where someone who understands it all can say with all knowledge and conviction “you’re going to have to get a new one, this is broken and can’t be fixed”.
HJM 11/15/2015
The flakes of time are tumbling
through the halls of Hadron
to collide in concepts parallel
and divine
Meanwhile axions demand action and
inform you through pixels light
take thy medication
HJM circa 2015
Out Thursday Window
the clouds wander
aimlessly brushing
the hills bumping the mountains
dropping frozen dust into
resolute streams persuading
intercontinental drift
licking ages of stone
surrendering gold and rainbow
trout
fingerlings of trees
break the cold gray
reach
relentless for sun and breeze
hawks scour the grounds
feasting
meals on reels
lifted upon updrafts
with little sound as the
the clacking black ravens
heckle…
its all too serious
HJM circa 2013
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
If i were to die tomorrow,
what would be my final words
be?
With all the strife and evil
in the world
i would realize most of you
struggle to do
all you can to make it better
for your self and
all the rest
so i say…
Keep up the good works
you know what they are
We are star dust
and amazing growing and
changing creatures,
so let yourself glow!
HJM 11-11-2014
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 ?
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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…
Stupidest Thing’: Scientist Shreds Elon Musk’s Mars Dream…
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:
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.
Suggested name for an online dating service for rural folk – *Hic-up*
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
It doesn’t make any sense
Too much money involved
My life unhinges
On the future
Of every
Writing on the wall
Every number in a stall
Each nightmare
Staring into the sun
And she stands
So tall
Riding on that Beast
Makes me fall
On my knees with
Shock and awe
embarrassed by it all
Oh Gloria,
Mary warned me
About you
Excelsior!
[A woman who lies saying she is a virgin when
The child is evidence of some entanglement
in ancient times]
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-