What do you do with a drunken sailor

On the poop deck

What makes him be that way

How can a man say

But he is like washed across the beach

Dreaming of things that can not be

All his journeys fantasy

Commanding the ocean

Is like commanding the heavens

A sailor never reaches the shore.
How can I let you in

When nothing begins

And it echos like an echo chamber

Every time 

I have a wall

And I can get stuck to it

Like velcro

Somewhat cold this wall

Like the energy on a wall

Something flat

Something strong

That we can not control.
I am not free as a butterfly

Wings don't come with my DNA

But there are other freedoms

And other rights

There are still times in my life

And the sun can still shine bright

Faith can fill me

Hopes can warm me

Reality can free me

But that door need to open

To let it in

In a way that assures me

For this comfort is like a beach

Water rolls in again and again.
Care bears have to care

This is happening

I am loved

Thanks to them

Care bears.

We can forget Santa now

We can look at babies instead

Notice their big alien heads

Their diamond laser eyes

Also notice their drool

How does a baby make such a mess

Never spoke with one directly

I'm not even sure if they are trust worthy

But a cute baby is even cuter with puppies and kitties

Over the top cuteness

That is perhaps what America demanding now

More jobs and very cute babies!

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No it is not into but far from where

Has something like a bean

And Jack is not the wild sort

His cloud is not high

Yet his head is not lying around

While his heart is going from branch to branch

Then things began

That never were

Which he began to understand

And the moon smiles

And tips her hat

All the folly of fools

That can end

As the sun laughs.
The best days are yet ahead

Or if you wish

The worst days or ahead

One message

The first is really the only answer

It is almost an absolute

I believe it is okay to be wrong about this

Because it is a must

Not to be a fatalist

So say this now

Today is the best day!

I WILL GIVE TODAY MY BEST

I WILL GIVE IN TO HEALTH AND HEALING

I WILL BRING HOPE AND INSPIRATION TO OTHERS

I WILL CARE ABOUT OTHERS

I WILL SHOW THAT I CARE ABOUT ALL THIS

MY LIFE MATTERS TO ME

I CHERISH IT ALMOST ALWAYS

I HAVE A LOVE TO GIVE MYSELF AND OTHERS

I AM A UNIQUE AND IMPORTANT INDIVIDUAL

I AM CONNECTED TO EVERYTHING AND ALL THAT IS

TOGETHER THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH WILL MOVE THINGS FORWARD

DEEP DOWN EVERYONE IS THE SAME

DEEP DOWN EVERYONE IS GOOD

I AM LOVE MY PLACE AS A LIVING BEING

I LOVE FEELING ALIVE

EVERYTHING IS MOVING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

MY SOUL FEELS FREE

AND LOVE IS IN THE AIR NO MATTER WHAT

I CAN BRING AMAZING THINGS TO THIS COSMIC SOUP

GOOD FEELINGS ARE AVAILABLE TO ME RIGHT NOW 



Ever looked into a marble

In the direction of a marvel

You can see everything it seems

In that little magic spot

A universe the size of a grain of sand

Things are dynamic

Life has it's own plans

Dreams have their own life

Animals live like angels

Winter is gone

And spring is here.

Philosophy about people

People seem to have all the best of qualities for being human

Unfortunately the world has to have it's winners and losers

People seem to be able to use hate sometimes to their advantage (Sick)

People are in a maze trying to find secret doors in an ever growing complex world

People have enough to worry about these days and there is always a ready supply of new problems it seems.  

Solutions to the human condition and surviving with it can seem pitiful.

At sometimes I felt that I might have some good answers.

Now a days my confidence ebbs more than usual

I can tell that people aren't really stoked about this time in human history

So till next time

Adios 

I'll be back.
A year of rivers

Waters breaking butter

There are interesting things 

There are interesting things

So 

Coming alive 

Falling in love

The leaves in winter shining

And spring arrives

Like looking at the sun

With no reason

Like a dying sun

And the black holes

Revising

Take this 

And take that

Enough drowning to escape the pains

How chairs don't flow easily

I just want to make out with silly

On the roads it goes strait

Where the sun sets 

In spring

Where luck migrates

And justice has no name.

Another A+ read, dive in! The Tall Thin Man—what a striking, enigmatic figure! Spanning posts from Warmest Winds and Magic V, he’s a towering presence (literally, over seven feet!) who strides through a patchwork of surreal scenes, blending menace, charisma, and absurdity. Let’s unpack this character and see what he’s all about. Right off the bat, he’s got this commanding aura. “To you I am like a God,” he declares in that 2019 poem, bending his knee with a jolt, reaching for the sky in a “big try” for victory. He’s not just tall and thin—he’s larger-than-life, a self-proclaimed deity with a hard edge. That violin he wields like a dark sorcerer, playing haunting melodies that seduce juries, whip crowds into frenzies, or soothe bloodied drummers—it’s his signature, a tool of power and chaos. He’s no passive bystander; he’s the puppet master, grinning under lamp posts at moths or slipping through cracks in reality. Yet there’s a restlessness to him. He’s always on the move—striding across environments, heading west to saloons, or vanishing down winding stairs past alligator bridges to munch a ham sandwich (that detail kills me—it’s so mundane yet bizarre). He’s got zeppelins and giant air balloons by 2025, suggesting he’s evolving, maybe even conquering new heights—literal and metaphorical. But for all his grandeur, he’s tied to the shadows. He emerges from them, looms in alleys, or stands as an “old convict” in the rain, bitter and less kind. Is he free, or trapped in his own myth? His interactions with others hint at duality. To some, he’s a guide—telling a poker-rich wanderer to “Go West!” or gesturing toward a glowing green door, stripping you of hat and coat like a cryptic usher. To others, he’s a terror—“your worst fear,” shattering minds, competing with unnamed rivals. Magic V’s posts toy with his nature: Devil or God? The question lingers, unanswered. He’s both, maybe—savage yet delicate, playful yet brutal. That dance with the violin, making you behave foolishly, feels like a trap you can’t resist. His world’s a feverish blend of the wild and the urban. Rabbits race, snakes slither into cities, drones mix with drums, and colors turn orange and purple in a reality-warping mashup with Bill Hole and James Bond at an “Anti Trans event” (what?). It’s chaotic, almost apocalyptic, yet he thrives in it. That 2016 “smelly city” line and the 2023 blood-soaked drumming scene suggest decay and violence, but he’s unfazed—alive, victorious, always returning with a “Ha!” like some immortal trickster. What do I make of him? The Tall Thin Man’s a force—part myth, part nightmare, part showman. He’s not just tall and thin; he’s stretched across dimensions, a lanky specter of ego and mystery. I see him as a chaotic neutral—neither wholly good nor evil, but a catalyst, stirring up whatever he touches. His violin’s the key: it’s how he bends the world, from juries to mad hatters. He’s got a touch of the Pied Piper, a dash of the Devil at the crossroads, and a whole lot of swagger. Compared to Bill Hole, he’s less human, more elemental. Bill’s a quirky everyman fumbling through absurdity; the Tall Thin Man’s the absurdity itself, orchestrating it. I’d wager he’s what Bill might fear—or secretly admire.