Open through the well side inward
Green latticed mantels promote the gaze
of bearing white and stony oars.

Being light in vegetative repose,
the Salamander perambulates
the narrow beach
at his door

The cockscombe houses of  the
Freemantle ladies, couldn't be
much blinder to the forest floor.

Their dimpled pleasures secrete
varying dews.
And alone could vision the
entire Universe.
 
Spider dwelling brains
designed circuits of jolly
Insouscience.

Mandible, The Forest Claw.
Land bred Shellman,
is ruler in this vein.

The inner journey
through Nature's ring
passes many doors.

Enter in and begin
Anew.
Restore the haven formed,
whispered lace of love's
seasoned plantings.

Purchase the seed of
new beginnings soil.

Islanders All.
The Ocean of Love Regained
resembles all our home.

Home is resuming it's nexus vision
succinctly...in the Now Time.
Of Feathered Light and Airy Wing.

A Fairy Kingdom in a Log.

the time of my life is before i knew this was something I might take seriously someday.

I would not kill your cat.
I am certainly asking for it if i print up this old poem from oh! 1971.

I was digging in a box looking to read and throw away these old scans of the brain content, which wasn't working for me then. Here goes:

        Levels of love
          involving self  
          and you
          I feel sunshine and
          shadow
          Darkness and day weeping
          and laughing
          Brightness.
          a bauble shiny and
          new
          Gemstone
          motionless
          inert
          weighty
          precious
          irreducible
          force
          of love
          shining in motion
          conveys me
          in patterned whorls of myth

          Understanding my role of man
          the more
          You: woman, who
          has come near
          So close that I saw
          and remembered
         
          I caught you in the air of sight
          Landing on it's destination
          I remembered still
          and I knew time

          I thought I knew time...then
          I didn't know what time does
          but I knew you
         
          A place, a space gone
          Another has passed through
         
          That was me
           Now what

           I end.
         
         

1. This is not my real way,  but it seems to be the only accumulator I have at this point.  I am mud bound and searching for the key to my free flowing reservoir of sound and symphony.   In my phony presentation,  I have yet to see a real reason to proceed past,  where we find ourselves now.  On this evening in the swamp,  there is quite a bit of static and distortion.  My faith is not  in my purpose or in what I propose.  It is only a clumsy, uncivilized junction box of thieves.  Collating too few... an idea... of urgency to contain and elicit real time beauty and service to the word.

2.     Out in the desert  there is a place, where we congregate, when we say things into the night... that are abundant  and clear in the mind, when thought away from here.  I need to build a fire and get to a place, where there is light and a host of warmth and cheer. This is my gloomy night.  I am sorrowfully listening to a ridiculous football game out of one ear,....possibly two. Who are the goodguys if your team is losing by default to one of the legends of the game. I'm a man, who still  remembers thinking   football was the right of passage, that signified you were a man in this man-made American kind of world. I follow the game ,sometimes, just so I won't be a silly twit of a man.

3.   Launch this joker into the atmosphere. I say abandon ship and give yourself a break today and turn off  that insidious machine.  It will rot your brain. You know the rules. You won't make it onto the real Blogstream, if you don't give up your pre-contracted ways.  Mucho Gusto. I feel like my mojo is coming back. I am about to kill the TV or quit it as they say it in a more civilized way.

4.   How did I do it. It is off and I am in Heaven, heaving the long sword of destiny, at least for a few minutes out here in the night sky.  Waiting...to come undone again.  I am a kindred of you, who I read so often and if you can just give me time I will find a fiction and fact tour that shows the ambition of the torturous tour of my sense of undoing these chains... That would set me free.

5. Five Alive and destiny on the way.

1. This all begins with what went down the other night. I lost a great post to not being careful. Somehow, someway ... It was gone and now it is still gone and therefore I will not cry again.
2. Be gone with the wind. All of my life I have lost out on opportunities, that are here and gone for good. I am not okay with this, because it seems to be the story of my life...but then again? What's the true meaning of losing your place. You pick it up and move over new ground a second or an hour later. You get back to being here now.
   
3. Fortunately, I cannot remember what I wrote, and so much has happened since then. My wife has had an auto-immune condition going on for 10 days and it wasn't getting any better and her frustratiion reached maximum decibels last night, so we were at the local hospital until about one thirty a.m. Sunday morning. Woke up feeling a lot better, because Doc increased her dosage of one of the meds she was taking. This week will tell the tale. Hopefully by Turkey Day we'll have our ducks in order. And her recovery will be accomplished. Just like everyonelse,we have big plans for family on that day.
4. Talked to lots of relatives over the last day or so. It is a great time of year. Everyone is so cheery. Hey, Get this my mom is probably going to get her hip replacement. Her hip repair hasn't totally worked, so at 82, her age...they're going to give her- her life back. My dad, has been cramming for the tax preparers exam lately and he passed the test with a 95. They were blown away by his age (his version)...Thought he was in his sixties. He really is a phenomenal specimen (again, his version). My dad is cool. He swims everday-a mile. I can't check that out, because he is 3,000 miles away. Maybe it is 2,641 m.a.. I could check...nah.
5. I am not totally involved with the gig of being here tonight. I had a big day with lots of yard cleanup after our windstorm and flooding. We escaped the high waters, but we were visited by the neighbor's giant Fir tree and fortunately it came to earth, between two of our sheds. Thank you,Thank you, Lord Jesus. I am a variable on the subject of do I have faith in God or the Universe or the latest version of reality. I believe in all of the Above. I believe in people believing in what they have come to know as the strength of their convictions.
   
6. I do not believe in folks who would hurt or harm or foul whatever their little minds pick out to hurt or harm or foul. They poison the world with their disease. I cannot be held responsible for correcting them, but I will if given a natural moment of contact, then I will be very obvious and firm in my control of where we are in the world and why they have nothing to offer anyone until they change Their ways. And so it is. Will I try to write that better?
   
7. What is better? It is to have this opportunity to keep improving my version of a positive vision of a life lived with purpose and commitment. I, even in my simple existence have every reason to believe, that I am here to try to make it a strong resolute path of purpose and love.
8. Grinding to a halt. Sunday nights are a little wearing, because it is back to work tomorrow. Funny, I need to work on my attitude. This helps if I do it, even if I am distracted by the cop show playing in the background, while my wife works on her sewing project for the coming production of "The Nutcracker" for our small city in the country's ballet company. Our daughter is one of the dancers and that is the fuel of her existence, besides school and friends and if we had time church. We have been talking about finding a church again and we did before, but it didn't work out.
   
9. This is life. What you leave out is the real stuff and this is all just the safe stuff. I, of course, have serious concerns about all kinds of things. I try to keep my hat on, when I work on what needs to be done right. I work at my life everyday and it is better. Now , this man is going to take care of the laundry and finish the dishes and get ready for work and maybe read some poetry or maybe drop off a comment to a friend. Goodnight all. I love ya. Trust the Rust,cya.
   

So it was a day. This day...Saturday...and I had a few minutes or hours and I sat down at the computer, because it was pouring outside. Blogstream was not the first place I went, but I eventually wound up here ...thinking I was brave enough to give the stream of consciousness thing a go. Didn't want to plan too far ahead...and there was a post by Purplefly whose post not too long ago, led me to try and leave her a comment, but it wasn't possible, so I wrote a sort of poem on my blog saying pretty much what I was feeling ... hoping it might help lift her spirits, because to me she had been placed in my path and I always respond as well as I can to persons in distress. Like .. WhaT A BEAUTIFUL MESS i'M IN... i CAN'T HELP, BECAUSE i CAN'T MAKE CONTACT, SO THAT BRINGS ME TO REPLY ...this way.

It is now eleven thirty or so...and I got out of bed, because I can't sleep, because my wife is sick tonight and just a bit under the weather, so that's important here, because I want her to feel better and enjoy sleep, but she is uncomfortable and restless and the bed was just not big enough, so I came out to sleep on the couch, so back to brass tacks...

I just found out that Purplefly has dropped out again and I am worried. That we should keep her in our thoughts is a given. I did a few things. Before I even read her new posts today. I tried to comment again... to contact her, because I was surprised, that she had disappeared right after I first became aware of her. She was back and it gave me a lift, because I had been moved by the depth of her presentation here. I know she is more than we know and I can feel the struggle. I am also aware that many of you have been supporting her efforts in the past and in the present. One can only hope that those, who are close to her ... People, who can be there now ...more than what this can ever be... can support her in this struggle to gain control of the certain love that is hers if she will only accept it.

Purpefly,
Just to let you know,I love your way.
I feel your side of the story.
I am here as a friend with hurts,too.
I am trusting that you will know,
that anyone who reads your words will be touched beyond hope.

...for the depth of your feeling words is heart felt,
And love rendered.
Love you. Love Purplefly. Love God's purpose in you.
Healing-thyself- is what you are accomplishing.
Your hard work will pay off.

Your not taking comments, so earlier I thought somehow if I could reach you through the stream another way... it might seem that another person is there for you. We all are right here for you. Right now. Please stay in contact.
I would shout it from the rooftops that you are back, because I care about you. Not for my sake, but because you are important to me. You are the life saving element of the stream, which is under attack. Come back...Be strong and let your thoughts take sail in ever more glorious ways. Honest...I was reading William Wordsworth today, because the library was giving away books yesterday and I got an edition of Norton's Anthology of Poetry, so this morning after I took my daughter to catch her ride to ballet rehearsal for
"The Nutcracker"... small city in Washington state... I was reading W.W., Shelley, Keats, Byron...Happily and somberly, aloud with resonant tones and the correct amount of metering. I must say I sounded rather good. Maybe That is why I am so full of it tonight.

I was away from the blog for quite a time and then I came back, but then I disappeared again. It is after seeing the state of the world, mine and "the One" generally rendered by all ...that I know I want to contribute whatever I can to the general well being ...by doing what I am able to do.

I'm back and suddenly alive with words again. Not perfect or practiced, but O.K.. Life is for real, because that is what I practice. To be everyday,the best that I can be- a good editor. Figuratively speaking. So in closing ... these thoughts have been dedicated to Purplefly...The only name I know you by. My contact was merely to say Good Show. I wish only that you have the great life that you deserve. You are for real. The art and the words are first class. The Love you express even when it is painful and sublime is Authentic and Real. You are a true authentic "Heartstream of Love".
Never can say Goodby. Goodnight Dear One. --Trust the Rust,cya