I've just returned from where I've been. I enjoy coming back home. Did Thomas Wolfe ever have a sanctuary that he lost and then regained?

I'm screaming to the world tonight.

But I'm whispering to you.

My Desktop 6-28-04

I do spend a lot of time here. My comfort zone lives in the depths of this desktop!

Thinking outside the box. If you do this too often it becomes more difficult to think inside the box. So the real challenge is how to seamlessly move back and forth without getting stopped at the barrier by border guards. And what if I get stopped at the border and I don't have my papers and I am mistaken for an "illegal"?

It's 2:16am. Weird brain activity tonight. As if someone's messing with my wiring. First, I realized that the answer to some academic question was: Old Martin and Lewis movies.
Then that this medium allows me to connect my mind to a million others even as I am plugged into God's voice sending me messages. But it could be much more serious. It could be that my toilet was speaking to me, each flush another transmission of information thru the water network. So that I might be heard by fish.

It's 2:04am. I just woke up from a dream. It was like tripping on LSD, my mind racing and twisting into pretzel reality. The answer to some great educational cosmic question: Watching old Lewis and Martin movies. Showing them to our kids. Over and over until they understand they don't have to fight each other to be happy.

And then Wade lifted his cigarette and said sagaciously, "Masturbation will always remain as my one last
bastion of solitary indulgence."

It was all panic: the marriage and aftermath
Pounding out a primal beat; some say voodoo stole his heart.
The requisite arguments against plunging into the icy lake
To save the lost mutt, might have been made
But his ears heard only her siren cries.
And that was enough to seal his fate.

I'm a summertime poet.
I'm a sometime poet.

Each day the sun rises over our Lake
The birds make their proclamations early
The conductor wind negotiates an intermezzo
And one notices such things
And stops to tell God
Thank you.

I have a relationship with mountains and trees
Embrace what I do not know
As much as what I know
And tell you our friendship
Is an intimacy
With angels.

Questions beget more questions. What and where and when and how. What good is my knowledge? Where is my soulmate? When will I love someone with all my heart? How long will it take?

Pidgeons are evenly spaced on a series of lamp poles. There is order in the universe.

...but I do believe above all else, God loves irony!

I hear the sound of your voice
and I make a choice
to be drawn in
to your sin.

Don't let the rain
Beat upon your brow
My friend
Don't let it beat you
Down
Let it wash away your
Sorrows,
Let it remind you
That when it pours
Upon your head
That you have been
Baptized again.
Remember this
And thank God
For the rain today.

If I can't see you naked, at least show me your poetry.
Your kisses were so austere, I thought you had no lips.
I do not speak to you because your beauty leaves me speechless.
My celibacy is a silent prison, where I mime my frustration,
"Caretaking a dozen laughing clowns."
Do you not find me especially amusing.

It's 34 years ago and I'm sitting around the dinner table at mom and dad's house during a family gathering. I look around and every single person is talking. Everyone, all 8 talking simultaneously. "Wouldn't that mean that no one is listening?" I think to myself.

Now I'm in my 50's and blogging. So many people speaking their minds, telling what they ate for breakfast, writing poetry and insults, giving advice, all talking simultaneously so to speak. Who is listening?

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He held on to shadows
And made no apology
Learned early not to look directly
In any white man's eyes,
And certainly would not challenge
The sun or even the boss's son.
That's the way it was down there
Up here, anywhere one man
Puts himself up to lord over another
And force himself down on the women.

But this is no family secret
We know you got some white
Some time ago somewhere ago.
And now you're all messed up inside.

Warning: Objects in the mirror are nearer than they appear. So car manufacturers place mirrors on the passenger side of cars to provide drivers with an additional safety device, to help them see automobiles approaching on the right. Except that you can't entirely trust what you see, because it is purposely distorted. "What's wrong with this picture?" the Madman asks.