Madly..

New helpless self save me now help book to perpetual victim hood and freak outs with freaks actual books with included pity orgy parties for selective memories connected with doom and chronic safety and reasurence needs!☺️

What would help me support the democrats a lot more..

To confess a hypocrisy or two would do it!

Thoughts for the moment!

Weird distorted thoughts about America

As in I still am exploring the depth of discovers

Nothing being easy

Even obtaining knowledge

The idea of two forces has stuck with me for years

I like these two force as they are different than good and evil or good and bad

They measure vitality of a system or the dysfunction or decline of a system

I know we don't stand if we just stand alone so we all tend to have various kinds of connections

Also all systems are dynamic which is like a slight curse, or challenge depending on how you look at it!

i can't figure out the news relevancy as high anymore.

There..

on flower hill are people

Wonders to fuel

Chapels of sound

There are liberty bells

And thoughts about cows

Eating flowers

And goat bounces around

Feeling extremely happy

He has found you

Yet again😄

You are great!

I can tell you to do your best,

Of course

But doing your best doesn't mean

Being the best

It means being your all around best
And still not beating yourself up!

The new project that might take decades to write has been given birth today!

It is not going to use exact Homeric verse because that is in all honesty beyond my ability.  It will focus on California history, my own family history, especially in the late 19th century in Northern California.  There will be historical references dating back to early colonial times and will go forward to World War Two and the aftermath of that.  I hope to bring the bulky history to prohibition and World War One.  The human drama focused on an actual relative who is second generation in my five generations in California.  I hope to read Cannary Row before I write anything!  And Roughing It!

The main problem with the last 100 years of poetry..

The poets tend to take their work too seriously and often think that being a poet means they are  profound and interesting people.

Sadly Yeats and Ezra Pound gave us this and it stinks.

Also it continues to stink..

Feces can appear after a few hours of reading.

No joke.

Most people assume that Patterson is fluff, and most people read it.

I respect that kind of honesty.

Tiger tiger burning bright in the forests of the night...

Expanding the horizon through cracks in space

Making the colors fade with glory

Paint

Splashing upon the forehead

And to notice something

Green

It is an epic embrace with kisses

Though holes of emptiness breaks into time

Like blood:

Red.

The hero becomes restless for adventure,

then falls to the ground as if dead.