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666 Followers

I just made 666 followers for this BLOG.

There is something oddly disturbing about that number – not sure why it seems that way!

So hello to all my followers out there in BLOG land! Please do stop by and say hello as you wander by in the blogging landscape. I am humbled that  anyone is following me at all – to have 666 is just rather mind-blowing!

Thanks!

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Mostly Harmless

There is danger in everything. The intersection of serendipitous cause and effect is infinitely chaotic. Drinking, breathing, eating, sleeping. All perfectly normal low-risk events and yet people die while doing them. And we would certainly not want to avoid those activities since not doing any of those results in death.

Here is something to understand: death is unavoidable. Death is the first gift we are given when we are born. We will die. We will end. We will cease.

We cannot avoid that reality of termination, but we can certainly avoid living. Being alive and breathing and eating and whatever else we do to just be alive is not living. Living is going out and testing the world and the boundaries of the world. Children know this instinctively and keep reaching for the next level. There is no walking without falling. Yes we will experience pain. That is also a gift of living. Pain is the alert to say “you may wish to choose another option!”

The world is filled with things that are harmful in some sort of way. Bacteria. Toxins. Sharp edges. Hard falls off big heights. Stupid people. Yet any one of those is only harmful when a threshold is crossed – until that happens they remain mostly harmless. A possibility of danger that may harm in some small way, or inflict harm in some horrible way.

Caution is good. Forethought is excellent. Worry is bad. Anxiety is stifling. Our problem is we have excellent imaginations and we can create a story of harm that is overwhelming and mind-numbing to the point we stop living, and withdraw into a place where we are simply alive. Barely alive.

Enough with jumping at shadows – time to embrace living!

13th minute of 13th hour of 13th day of the 13th year of the Millennium

thirteen

Are you triskaidekaphobic? That would be one that suffers from an abnormal fear of the number 13. Well today is a day full of thirteens! The only thing that would have made it better is if it was a Friday. Unfortunately, the calendar just couldn’t line up that part of the phobia. My deepest sympathy for your disappointment.

Oh yeah, and about that millennium thing: the 21st century really began on January 1st 2001 – cause there is no “year zero” in the calendar! So here we are – a full thirteen years into the new millennium. On the plus side that meant we could party like it was 1999 for a whole year – Prince is a genius I tell you! Beside Party like it is 2000 has no clever cadence embedded. And yes I did party for the whole Y2K non-event because I had the funny glasses.

Millennium Glasses

Party On!

Yes yes of course I know the above is also just based on my time zone – being Eastern Standard Time. If you are really quick you could enjoy your phobic thrills by zipping across time-zones and feeling the thrill of irrational superstitious fear again and again and again. You could even have chosen thirteen times zones just to tempt fate.

And if you missed it this time don’t worry you can experience a similar thrilling time coincidence  for every month of this year on the 13th. The beauty of this first one is not only is it the 13th day of the month – it is also the 13th day of the entire year! Did you just get goosebumps? I know I did. Sorta. Might have been the wind..

For you Friday the 13th fearing types (you fun loving paraskevidekatriaphobics!)  - you will have to wait  until September and the December for your full chilling experience. In the meantime enjoy today – and maybe take a ride to the 13th floor and see what can go wrong!

Happy Triskaidekaphobia Day!

Days Before Advent

Frozen November wind gusts
across open spaces
breathing winter chill
swirling early snowflakes
twirling late autumn leaves
oblivious to my shivers

Feet crunching on frozen grass
kicking puffs of white cold
as I walk to bus stop
icy north wind forces
head down, eyes averted
ears aching from the red chill
oblivious to the setting sun

Young children scream sliding
across black icy patches
of yesterday’s rain fall
giggling bundles of joy
magically caught in winters
first silver moments
oblivious to my passage

Young lovers in bus shelter
warmly sharing body heat
exchanging icicle kisses
standing locked eye-to-eye
sparkles dusting across
their winter coats
oblivious to my presence

Bus smells of stale
wet shoes and old socks
multiple acne treatments
while I invent christmas lists
for giving and sending
packages and seasons greetings
oblivious to the gossiping teens

Home at last stomping off snow
watching the lights winking
on my tiny christmas tree
evening darkness wrapped
around where I sit listening
to the silent night around me
oblivious to all.

Saddest Christmas Tree Ever

Charade

You signal your
intentions
without any sound
at all

simple hand
gestures flowing
through the air
your eyes brilliant
mesmerizing flames
willing my understanding
words unspoken
meaning projected
into undulations
body contortions
of focused energy
funneled shaped injected

revealing deeper
layers of meaning
in each syllable
invoked
playfully
drawn out…

four words
sounds like fun.

Constellations

Back when I was a child
late in the deep of night
world around me deep in sleep
I would climb out my window
onto the front porch roof
shimmy up to the peak

Cool fresh country breeze
feeding me smells of hay
honey-suckle and manure
Fireflies dancing below
milky-way blazing above

I’d watch the constellations
circling around my seat
big dipper, little dipper
dragon and princess and hero
shining points of light
connected by imaginary lines
playing out eternal myths
of hope
and love
and death
and birth

eventually
my head filled with stars
I would slip back down
and return to dreaming…

Babbling Fool

Inspiration possesses me
much to my torment
to dispense poetic verse
at the oddest moment

words rattle in my mind
in random combinations
spilling out to form
unexpected permutations

worst is when – with you
your warmth tickling
across my entire body
as we are kissing

the words overflowing
quicker than my lips
can ever enunciate
past the verbal mix

Until you silence me
with your sweet mouth
reshaping my words
into meaningful sounds

Guiding my impulses into
pulsing rhyming couplet
between these white sheets
in exquisite poetic duet.

Archangel of My Own

Mystical tradition holds forth
the seven Archangels ruling
the seven heavens above
Gabriel the voice bearer
Michael the sword wielder
Raphael the healing touch
Uriel the keeper of words
Selaphiel the intervenor
Jegudiel the merciful heart
Barachiel the lightning bolt

Seven Archangels for
seven days of the week
keeping track of time
until the trumpets blow
breaking the seals
ending all promises
revelation revealed
fulfilling all covenants
eternity imposed
as freedom is revoked
belief no longer required

Yet I require none of these
beings of light and power
I have my own archangel
here on this earth
above those minor seven
obedient to heaven
The eighth Archangel
of the living
free of will
free of spirit
free to love
unbound released
radiant regal
my Archangel
you

All Saints Day

yesterday we played dress up
and visited strangers
knocking on doors
in the darkness

yesterday we placed candles
inside jack-o-lanterns
scaring away the demons
and the dread

yesterday we gathered sweets
frightened each other
laughed at death’s promise
and lived free of shame

today I light a candle
pondering the day of All Hallows
remembering ones departed
sitting here sorting candies
and happy memories of what
was and is no longer.

Pour a libation and toast
to the ones long gone:
Good-bye my friends
Farewell my father
Sweet dreams my cousins
Gone
Not forgotten
while I still live!

Trick and Treat

Tonight
I will knock on your door
and make you scream

Tonight
I will sneak inside
and make you quiver

Tonight
I will lock the doors
and never let you go

Tonight
We will be extra sweet.

Wet Caress

This grey autumn rain
has soaked us through
leaving us shivering
in the October winds

Home we tumble inside
door barely closed
we strip off the damp
and turn up the heat.

Darkest Before Waking

3:29 am

Insomnia kicks me awake
lying there
staring at the time
I am clock mocked by the tick-tock
double-talk of elusive sleep
the threat of immenient alarm
blinking in front of me

3:47 am

Stare at ceiling
feel the darkness
clinging around me
slip down inside me
spilling onto the floor
with each breath
maybe if I count my heart beats
I will regain my place in sleep

4:21 am

Lists reviewed for tomorrow
unwound rearranged sorted
Some mornings are nearer to mourning
sad thoughts in sad darkness
folding into my mutterings
of tangled recollections
those words said and unsaid
what if I had…?
oh and if only I had…?
Yes that would have been better

5:15 am

The break of day already broken
before I have even left my bed
No point now in fighting to sleep
No point in tossing turning
rolling burning in thoughts
I may as well get up and…

Six AM
from cat-nap slumbering
into which I have drifted
**ALARM**
snaps me awake
heart racing
brain fogged
body weary
resigned to
begin my day
without feeling
sprightly
and hoping tomorrow
won’t get here so soon…

Undesired

Culled much to soon
debudded before anything
could even bloom
carted off to the compost
bouquet left to decay
turned over
turned under
shredded beheaded
embedded unwedded
weeded defeated
labelled unfabled
never enabled
always left on the edge
or thrown over the hedge
clearly unwanted
fully unloved
no point in even being alive
simply and clearly
undesirable

yet somehow still here
waiting hoping for the
slimmest glimmer to appear

Pocahontas Adrift

What must it have been like
so long ago on that shore
to watch refugees arrive
struggle ashore and claim
a patch of your land
as their very own?

If you had known the future
that awaited your people
would you have saved
Captain Smith from death?

Now
 

Side Lined

I wanted to be
front stage centre stage
caught in the spotlight
rising up to lofty height
showing of my inner fire
getting all I could desire

Yet here I am in the wings
not in the fucking rankings
shuffled off to the side
licking at my wounded pride

I could have been a contender
instead I’m another failure
adding to the recycling
another slice of nothing

side lined once again
yep way to go – amen!

Black Hole

Simulated view of a black hole in front of the...

Weight of my own gravity
Collapsing inward
spiralling
to single
point
of
no
.
.
.

Spilling Stars

Tried to do a night Sky shot, harder than anti...

bright twinkling river
splashed across a wishful sky
filled with childhood dreams.

Inspired by the September Challenge word “MILKY WAY” at

Le Clown Bares All!!

Le Clown Bares All!

Hello Peoples of the Blogs!

Today we were allowed a bonus challenge for the Le Clown Blogroll Challenge (Visit the home of Le Clown, and his blogging allies of Madame Weebles and rollergiraffe. Oh and a new addition Lame Adventures
(NOTE: Apologies to Lame Adventures for my poor wording in an earlier version of this post. The words implied a meaning I did not intend to convey and I am sorry for my poor choice of words)

The bonus challenge is to capture a picture of Le Clown in our daily voyage we call life. And to my surprise when I arrived home – there was Le Clown by my recreation room fireplace baring all with a bear! Okay maybe not baring. More browsing like. Still it was quite shocking!

A cute little little stuffy of a bear too…now I will never look at the bear in the same way. And eww is that chimpanzee saliva?

Clean-up on aisle recreation room…

Run cat run! Le Clown brings you fire!

SURPRISE BONUS: Le Clown provided me with my 1000th LIKE on MerlinSpielen.com – and on this very post! Le Clown is always  bringing joy to bloggers everywhere. He is like father-blogger-xmas…or something like that…

Le Clown brings me one thousands LIKES

Burning Clowns, Rolling Giraffes and Fearing Weebles

Clowned

Clowned (Photo credit: cogdogblog)

Hello Peoples of the Blogs!

Today the Le Clown Blogroll Challenge continues at the home of Le Clown, with the support of Madame Weebles and rollergiraffe.

Today’s challenge is to create some thoughts for a Le Clown picture! This is much more difficult than you can imagine. First there is the entire problem of defining “thought” from a Le Clown perspective. How can we know that Le Clown thinks at all?

My sense of Le Clown is he is a mystical creature of impulse, sensation and dramatic reaction. My first reaction when reading Le Clown is this is the result of a Poutine experiment gone off the rails. Bad gravy mixed with extra awesomesauce resulted in an explosion and a new life form arose from the cheese curd inter-mingling.  And then it was set on fire. There had to be fire otherwise why is Le Clown a Clown of Fire?

Finding thought bubbles for Le Clown shall be difficult. I think one needs to keep it simple. Yet twisted. Simply twisted - yes like a cinnamon bun. Oh wait that is simply rolled. Like a pretzel – yes yes. I will think pretzel thoughts and be one with Le Clown!

Madame Weebles for those that have not visited her site is best described as a breath of fresh air after the garden has been well-tilled and manured. She turns over new thoughts and spins on the world faster than a coyote injected with double expresso! And the best part is she sees dead people. Well not just seeing them – she interacts with them on a regular basis. Hmmm perhaps that is why the voice of her posts can suddenly change direction. She is possessed! Now I am afraid – even if I should Fear No Weebles. Yet…

And rollergiraffe. A woman of agile mind and quick wit. She takes the ordinary of life and turns it in to a delightful adventure. Read her posts and you will be in love with her in a few short sentences. Her wit is  a razor edge – and one second you are reading about the mundane trivialities of living and being a mom and a wife and a human – then wham the sharp edge leaves you bleeding with laughter.

There are a number of very talented bloggers fighting for the BlogRoll honours. Go here to see the current standings and visit their pages. Pick one you like and make pleasant remarks about them (PICK ME! PICK ME!). And on the challenge page say nice things about me.  Favours can be exchanged :)

You can scroll through the comments and read my “thought balloon submissions” on the contest page and leave smart-ass remarks about my humour. For your enjoyment the comments can all be found he

MerlinSpeilen’s Top Ten Thoughts for Le Clown Stuffling His face

Thought Number 10:
“Braaaiiiinnnss! Braaaiiinnss!”

Thought Number 9:
“I think I am going to puke all over the next table…”

Thought Number 8:
“I hope I know whoever is under the table…”

Thought Number 7:
“Our Clown-Father who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name…give us our daily panini with pastrami and deli pickles.”

Thought Number 6:
“System Failure. Shutdown in Progress. Le Clown 1.0 is now offline”

Thought Number 5:
“I think there was a hornet on the part I just bit.”

Thought Number 4:
“Oh no I think I am living the Dumb and Dumber burger scene…

Thought Number 3:
“Arrrggghhhh – I just bit my tongue…”

Thought Number 2:
“Oh this sandwich is awesome. Hey Wait a minute – is that a piano suspended above me? Weebles has set me up again!”

Thought Number 1:
“Oh Melanie Griffith oh oh –

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LOST: One Brain – Hardly Used

Dear Readers:

I need your help. It seems I have misplaced my brain. I knew it would happen one day. My mom used to make note of that fact when I was a child. I would lose my jackets and shoes and lunch-boxes. You know those lunch-boxes with super-heroes painted on with lead-based paints and titanium oxide? Those ones. The ones that if you had grease on your hand the paint would dissolve and get absorbed into your skin and straight into your blood stream. You know. Those were awesome lunch-boxes. And the matching thermos! Oh those were the days…

If only I had not lost them!

Top Ten Most Valuable Vintage Lunch Boxes
These were from past vintage lunch box auctions
1. Superman (Universal, 1954) — $13,500
2. 240 Robert (Aladdin, 1978) — $4,200
3. Toppie Elephant (American Thermos, 1957) — $3,200
4. Underdog (Okay Industries, 1974 — $2,500
5. Dudley Do-Right (Universal, 1962) — $2,200
6. Jetsons Dome (Aladdin, 1963) — $1,650
7. Beatles (Aladdin, 1966) — $1,600
8. Bullwinkle & Rocky (Universal, 1962) — $1,600
9. Star Trek Dome (Aladdin, 1968) — $1,450
10. Knight in Armor (Universal, 1959) — $1,250

I lost everyone of those over the years. At least I think I did – if I could find my brain I could actually confirm that is the case. Unfortunately I have lost my brain. Just like my mother warned me – “If your head wasn’t attached you’d lose that!”

And so today I wander around without my brain – it seems it has ended up elsewhere.

I am rather attached to me brain. Well usually I am kinda attached that is – since right now we seem to be dis-connected. I am sure it is temporary.

If you do find it – or any trace of it – please leave me a note in the comments.

 

So what was I writing about anyway? I don’t remember. Oh well time to publish…

And the coffee might be good…oh  coffee…coffee goes into cups. I love cups. Cups are lovely and hold delightful beverages. Hot perked treats in hand-held convenience. The best things in life come in cups.

 

 

Cathedral Contemplation

Cathedral - Chester - UK

Inside these lofty stone walls
lit by stained glass light
glinting candlelight flicker
on deep brown wooden benches

I find peace moving through me
serenity of ages flowing
as if god was really above
and not some stale mythology
trapped in stained pages

Faithful architects and builders
erected this divine space
filled it with their belief
Devoted artists and craftsmen
poured out their souls
revealing creativity inspired.

I am moved to near belief
in that jealous god
the god of vengeance
and retribution
yet this archetype of godhood
exists not heavenly above
but within our own hears and minds
so we can justify some
relative moral judgement
as holy absolutes.

This silent enclave
this glory to god
is the work of humans
capturing human passion
meeting human desires to be
more than merely human
more than merely alive

There is no god here
no distant divinity
without my presence
appearing to invoke it.

 

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Broken Down

English: Rusted car in Providence Canyon State...

On the farm at fourteen, I had an old Epic Envoy to drive in the fields.
We were zooming past grain. We were scaring the cattle.
We would be driving through clover, avoiding the square bales of hay.
Racing imaginary others to some important victory.

Attempting to impress the girls next door. The girls never paid us any attention – except when we would get stuck in unexpected holes and hidden mud-pots.
Then they would stand on the fence and provide catcalls as we tried to break free.

Or if we ran out of gas in the back forty and had to push the car back home.
Somehow the girls we wanted to most impress always appeared when we were being our least cool.

One day I drove around by myself and ran out of gas. An Envoy isn’t a big car so I was pushing it by myself back to the barn. One the girls rode by on her horse and she started teasing me – “You know it works better if you put gasoline in it.”

Usually one of the other boys would respond to the catcalls with some smart-ass remark or other. It would usually take me to the next day to find the right come-back. But this time I was on my own, so I shrugged at her taunts and just said, “It helps me work out my upper-body.”
And then I ignored her.

This had an odd effect on her as she stopped talking and she just watched as I struggled to push the small car up a hill. Since I was on my own I had to push from the driver’s door and steer at the same time. Finally she said, “Can I help you?”

Her question made me laugh, “Yeah you sure can!”
She smiled and hopped off her horse and went around back to start pushing. I shook my head, “Just hop in the driver’s seat and steer. I can push it up the hill if I don’t have to steer.”

She scowled at me – “You want to push the car – and ME – that’ll weigh too much!”
I pulled the emergency brake and walked around to her and scooped her up, and carried her to the driver side. “You are light as a feather. Now steer for me please.”

Her face was rather flushed as she nodded, her one hand lingering on my biceps. “You’re rather strong aren’t you farm-boy?”

She got in the car and popped the emergency brake when I called “ready”.
And I pushed the car up to the top of the hill. “Brake, brake!” I called as it started rolling down the other side. She jammed on the break – and put the car in park.

It was hot and I took off my shirt to catch the coolness of the breeze. Her eyes lingered on my chest, she reached out and touched my shoulder. “I guess running out of gas really is a good upper body workout. At least it works for you.”

She leaned into me and I leaned back against the car. She gazed into my eyes and moved her head closer to mine – and the car lurched forward under our weight and down the hill. We fell tangled on the ground, she on top of me. “You didn’t put the emergency brake on, did you?” I said.

She was up and running back to her horse – as I watched my little field car leap and bound down the hill and flip into the wooded ravine below. She rode past calling, “I’m really sorry!”

The car is still in that ravine. Rusted and collapsing inward from the weight of years. Slowly fading from this world. I never did get a kiss from her. I wonder what it would have been like.

Bequeathed

My child when did you grow up?
I am certain only yesterday
I cradled you in one arm
swaddled in blankets
as you nosily burbled.

Just yesterday I saw
you slip from the womb
into my waiting hands
heard you cry at the cold
your unfocused eyes
binding me to your needs
fiercely filling me
with love so powerful
I would die
I would kill
for you to live
and breath
and grow.

Just yesterday I kissed
your skinned knees
held your bike upright
tied your shoes
built sand castles
that washed away in the tide
And built them again.

Just yesterday you asked
tell me a story?
can I have a cookie?
will you snuggle me?
And now it has all been
given
granted
bequeathed
from I to you
and from you to I
setting you free
to be yourself
as all children must be
leaving me to
leaf through photographs
to reminisce and ponder

How can so many years
have slipped by so fast?

Duet from the Neighbours Above

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eee-ooohh eee-ooohh
ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-eee-oh-oh
OH DAMN!
eee-thumpa-ee-thumpa-ee
thumpa-thumpa-thumpa
eeeeeee-ooohh
ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-oh-oh
KLUNKA KLUNKA
OH OH OH

Why I am a Failure – for Today.

Jane's Double Twisted 3D stars2_rev

There are some mornings when people shouldn’t get out of bed. And by people I mean me. I should have stayed in bed today. I should have stayed in bed all week. Yes the week only started yesterday – today being a Tuesday and all that entails.

First there is the mundane. I need new things. I won’t get into the list of “things” that need replacing. Just be assured there is  a list – and a growing list. From the mundanely trivial like: how is it my socks all have holes in them? Is anything made to last anymore?

Next there is the state of personal relationships. Oh god. How the hell do I manage to create the most complex interpersonal relationships in the world? It must be that I am attracted to interesting fascinating complex people. Complex being the predominate word here – cause well a simple relationship is apparently beyond my capacity to generate. No “me Tarzan - you Jane!” leading into the obvious “hey Jane – want to swing on Tarzan’s vine?”

And finally would be just about everything else in my world. Finances, career, projects, kids, aging parents, high blood pressure, stress, stupid politicians, and on and on and on. Oh and Facebook. In the end everything is always the fault of Facebook.

Or at least the fault of the internet and instant communications and the ability to be always connected all the time. And so after avoiding the whole real reason I am a Failure (Today) I just gotta learn to self-edit. Just because one can instant message – does not mean one should instant message. This is the key lesson of the modern connected world: timing is everything.

And apparently I have no sense of timing. Or appropriateness. But really in any relationship when is it a good time to bring up that fetish? Too soon and your maybe-baby is heading for the exit before you get the details explained. Wait too long and well there is the regret in finding out you could have been enjoying your fetish – and their’s too – for weeks already. Oh wait did I just say too much? Again? Forget you ever read this paragraph. Nothing of a sort happened. And those? Those are not mine.

At this point I’d say I am going back to bed – but you would read that the wrong way now. So there: I am definitely not going back to bed if you catch my drift. No! – not drift in that sense of the word. See what I mean? See how bad this is getting – my double-entendres are now performing triple duty and that just gets messy and leads you astray. Although if you enjoy that we could arrange to meet later.

Worst of all, I have nothing to write about. Complete and utter blank. Zilch. Seems to be going around this week – maybe too much summer fun? Don’t go there!

Tomorrow is another day – and fortunately the middle of the week: hump day. The rest of the week has to get easier.

"Lodgings to let" "Cartoon show...

“Lodgings to let” “Cartoon showing a fashionably dressed man standing in a well-furnished sitting-room, speaking to a pretty and elegant young woman. He wears a tophat, Hessian boots, and carries a large rough walking-stick. He says: My sweet honey, I hope you are to be let with the lodgins! She answers: No, sir, I am to be let alone.” color engraving (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Overwhelming Desire

WARNING: This poem contains strong language. If you don’t like the F-word – well you won’t like this. But then again you might just love it…feel the rock n roll in the soul

Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women'...

What is that I’m smelling?
ohh – something so compelling
it makes me want to strip
and blast right past courtship

I wanna get you naked
and spread you on the floor
have myself a picnic
on your hors d’oeuvre

Make my great grand entry
into your inner halls
make the windows rattle
shake the dust off the walls

Its not in my control
your pheromones drive me wild
I just wanna fuck with you
that is all I wanna do
not some ten second screw
something down and dirty
drive me wild with your body

Making love just doesn’t cut it
that’s for those birds and bees
I’m a man – you’re all woman
there’s only one thing for us
once I tasted your honey
there was no holding back
feel that thunder rising
well I just gotta take you
and ride you like a storm
if it takes all night long
for this lightening to pass

Oh I just wanna fuck with you
that is all I wanna really do
not talking some little quickie
more than just wet and sticky
I just really wanna fuck with you
hope you feel the same way too
let’s disturb the neighbours
love to hear you say it loud
come on honey fuck with me
come on baby fuck with me
there’ll be nothing finer
if you’ll just fuck with me.

Thinking Happy Thoughts

High Noon

daylight
noon time
sunlight
summer heat
music playing
steady beat

work week
count down
work geek
freedom time
going to find
some playtime

recharge
relax
at large
away from here
gonna sit
have a beer.

Broken Glass

English: Broken glass

You brought wine that night
we sipped by starlight
watching fireflies winking
while talking dreams

You moved in close that night
we kissed by moonlight
caressing lightening sparks
while touching skin

We leaned in to far that night
us falling at midnight
tumbling over crumpling
while breaking bottles

You laughed so loud that night
we lying in still-light
afraid to move nestled between
the glittering shards

You loved me boldly that night
saying softly how
broken bits of glass
are like your love
bright sparkling edges
all jagged around me
move the wrong way and
your love will slice me
and leave me bleeding

I learned that night to be afraid.

Haunting Dawning

English: An artist's visual representation of ...

night crumples down around me
blackness clasps me dearly closely
calls me friend and lover
tells me there is no other
silently quietly tenderly
whispering nothings
until my eyes are closed
then creeping as I’m sleeping
seeping leeching into my brain
bleeding leading my dreaming down
crevasses and sewer drains
tentacles slathering past
in pitter pattering fears
scitter scattering near
babbling there
scrabbling here
grumbling bumbling
leaving me heaving me
restlessly tossing
under Morpheus’s spell
I drift between delusions
and nightmares of
pregnant voices cursed with prophecy
virginal blonde demons chanting
“you are running out of time
you are really past your prime
Cthulhu comes to claim your soul
pulling you down to his black hole
It is time!
It is time!
for us to wine and dine…”

In dawning cold grey
I awaken
unable to move speak breath
beetles crawl over my skin
tangled in damp sweaty sheets
clock blinking consecutive zeroes
while disdainful cat eyes stare
in baleful judgement:
coward!
Why were you even alive?

flies buzz awake
join the chorus
of ghostly voices still singing
“you are running out of time
you are really past your prime
Cthulhu comes to claim your soul
pulling you down to his black hole
It is time!
It is time!
for us to wine and dine…”

Busted Blues

English: Metrobus 578 (YT09 BKV), a Scania Omn...

 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I ain’t got me no car
so I can’t get to far
still wanna see my girl
take her out for a twirl
dance her across that floor
and later something more
when it is after dark
if you follow my arc

Hello big bus
driving on the road
ahead of us

hey there mister driver
come on take me to her
Won’t you please take me there
yeah I ain’t got the fare
hey no need ta be that way
just cause I couldn’t pay
come on and help a dude
no need to be so rude

Good-bye big bus
driving on the road
away from us

When you come back this way
bring her back here to play
just want to taste her lips
and watch her sway those hips
as I take her for that swirl
and let our night unfurl
there no body like her
never gonna be diviner

Hello big bus
driving on the road
back to us

Did you bring her to me?
Oh man where could she be?
look there – I see her now
that smile hits me and how
all the street lights go dim
angels sing me that hymn
showing me some paradise
night’s gonna be so nice

Good-bye big bus
driving on the road
away from us

I don’t need you no more.

Triangular Thoughts

Yin yang barnstar

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Duality or Trinity? Which shall we aspire to be?
Can obsession compulsion be divided refocused refined?
Is it possible for passion to be diffused and infused beyond the binary?

We live in a pair-bonded world
covalently eccentrically concentrically
Black and White. Up and Down. Wet and Dry.
Life and Death. Left and Right. Hot and Cold.
Words with opposites attached as partners.
Embedded wedded threaded so one becomes the other.
Yin and Yang. Ones and Zeroes. Night and Day.
But are they really pairs at all?
or just some verbal form of Unity?

And what if we are more dimensional?
How in hell is that supposed to work?
What are the rules in play when we go to three?
Black and White with infinite Shades of Grey.
Triads of Red-Blue-Yellow. Father-Son-Holy Ghost.
Positive-Negative-Neutral. Earth-Sun-Moon.
Sea-Sky-Land. Animal-Vegetable-Mineral.
Triangles of connection obtuse, acute and equilateral.
Bound in tangents and intertwined by angles.
Supporting or collapsing in messy tangles.
Electrons-Protons-Neutrons.Yes-No-Maybe.

Or if we go to four?
North-South-East-West. Earth-Air-Fire-Water.
And what of even more?

All for one and one for all.
Levels of trust distrust big fuss.
intradepending defending relying defying.
Where does one begin and the others end?
Am I enemy, ally, lover, friend?
It’s all expanding into infinity beyond my tiny mind-heart-soul.
How can I conceive of such complexity?
I can’t even perceive me as independent singularity?

How when does one become two become three
and so on and so forth ad infinitum?
Or is that thought twisted backwards?
How does ad infinitum go from expansive so on and on
down to three become two become one in unity and harmony?
Integrity of the integrated integrals maintained?
Subverting inverting as we are reverting.

Dare I eat this fuzzy peach? As the mermaids call each to each?
They do not sing for me – all the while as we each come and go.
Do I dare disturb the universe with decision and indecision?
Layering choices on others despite consequences both pleasant and obscene.
Consuming subsuming ultimately remaindered with juicy peach pit?
Beware the bitter seed nestled deep inside.

In the end perhaps I over analyze
what we do with what and to who and then each to each.
Just another excuse to remain aloof and out of reach
when opportunity is knocking beckoning
wearing subtle subliminal smile.
saying come tarry and play with me a while.

What is it we seek via duality trinity quadrinity on to infinity?
What is life without risk? What is risk without analysis?
I have only questions and no wisdom of any kind.

I do not know. I cannot know. I dare not know.
looking for random omens in the skyways along the byways
examining the decaying roadside viscera.
The Beelzebub buzzing of flies distracting
from the reality they might symbolize.

I wander lonely as a fading cloud
pondering thoughts out much too loud
gathering sad stares mad glares of the passers-by
poor feeble thinker tinker tailor spy.

I have only quests
no sign posts of any kind.

Subtlety
back to duality trinity unity
basking in futility

To be or not to be?
Yet another question.
Is it better
to let sleeping dogs lie?
Or simply better to live a lie?

ponderous triangular dilemma exceeds my ability
buffer overrun now corrupting my integrity.
Shutdown in progress…

Yes I see at last
as we reach finality
the clarity at the
end so unitary.
Combining refining entwining
inevitably completing

as we go offline….

Normally Insane

the daily madness is
seeping spilling creeping
across the living room
oozing between us

i have no conception
of who you are
why you are here
your voice droning
words without meaning

i would hold you
soothe your brow
while this fever
passes us by

you can’t stop
your running
your screaming
your leaving

door slamming

that’s okay
you’ll be back
the voices
tell me so.

(and yes this was posted on my other Blog – it should have been here :) )

Secrets

English: Duct tape wallet

 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh those unspeakable things
we keep in our hidden places
wrapped in old newspapers
re-purposed bubble-wrap
stuffed in boxes
sealed with duct tape.

What’s that our lovers ask
Can I look the others ask
Oh that – that is nothing
just some old memory in a box
I have no idea who gave that to me.

Yet late at night
when the dreams haunt us
when the voices won’t stop
we creep in the cellar
unwrap the darkness
touch it gently and tenderly
tremble as we wallow
with guilt and delight.

I can’t believe I did that
I can’t believe I enjoyed that
I should have taken pictures
yes oh yes
I want to do it again.

Oh my.
what if?
Oh god.
What then?
NO!
Nobody can know. Ever.

clink of metal
smell of leather
it all slips back
into sweet darkness
wrapped up neatly
sealed tightly
remaining unspeakable.

Beautiful Blogger? You talking to me?

Apparently I am a Beautiful Blogger! I am rather astonished at this designation – as well this the first time the word beautiful has ever been applied to me. Okay technically it is being applied to my writing – but really who am I to quibble over such details?

Beautiful Blogger Award

Beautiful Blogger

I would like to thank The Geisha for nominating me for this award. I really appreciate it. If you want to view the full definition of Beautiful check out her blog at: 
http://dailyblends.wordpress.com/

Now here comes the tough part….Nominating Five (5) others that I think are also Beautiful Bloggers. And also have not already been told!  There are so many wonderful blogs that I enjoy reading. And 5 seems like such a small number!

  • Single Again - This is a personal healing blog by a woman going through a separation and heading towards a divorce. She writes with a purity and honesty that I find both compelling and thought provoking.
  • don’t forget to feed the baby - A blog about life – and how to laugh at life. Kathy V. is just one fine human being – and her blog is what I’d like my blog to be! I’m working on it – but Kathy is always ahead of me.
  • The Bradley Chronicles – A recent discovery and I have been enjoying reading his crisp evocative poetry and short fiction. Well worth the visit!
  • Nat’s Blog – A personal blog about self-discovery and personal healing. We all carry wounds from the things that break in our lives. Some of us have much more healing  - and I find Linata’s raw honesty inspiring.
  • Scrambled, Not Fried –  Another recent discovery – and it is a blog of beauty and wonder. Go there and be amazed!

So that is five – and I feel bad that some really fine blogs had to be left off this very short list. If I follow you I do so because I enjoy reading your work.

If these Bloggers are new to you – then please give then a visit and read their work!

Howling Love

Sunlight

(Photo credit: Dave Stokes)

Daybreak he lurks in shadowy places
hiding in taverns – frightening the sane.
No sunlight here, just dank lonely spaces.

Ignoring the hunger driving his pain
He waits for darkness, he hunts by moonlight.
Hiding in taverns, frightening the sane

Prowling bars and night clubs late into night.
Hoping to feast on fresh sorrow and blood
he waits for darkness. He hunts by moonlight.

Tracking his prey through concrete and mud
going from dance floor and into your room
hoping to feast on fresh sorrow. And blood.

His feral eyes will reveal your sweet doom
where you’ll offer to give all of your heart.
Going from dance floor and into your room

He’ll play your body with all of his art.
Daybreak he lurks in shadowy places
where you’ll offer to give all of your heart.
No sunlight here, just dank lonely spaces.

Midnight Sylphs

Prince Arthur and the Fairy Queen.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You hear them singing in the tallest trees
hidden from eyes, deep in the greenery.
Slinking shadows watching us – as they please.

At night they dance in satin finery
round a solemn circle of fire and stone.
Hidden from eyes, deep in the greenery.

Its best not to be caught, out on your own,
as they sway by starlight in the birch grove
round a solemn circle of fire and stone.

Wild rhythms will lure you to their alcove
of honeyed secrets, and forbidden dreams,
as they sway by starlight in the birch grove.

They will wash you gently in forest streams
softly whispering spell-binding stories
of honeyed secrets, and forbidden dreams.

Revealing madness along with glories.
You hear them singing in the tallest trees
softly whispering spell-binding stories.
Slinking shadows – watching us as they please.

Forgotten

Book burning

(Photo credit: pcorreia)

I watch you sleep
your breasts rising
with each breath
stirring memories
inside me
that go unfulfilled

I used to live here
long ago
or was it yesterday?
I don’t remember
it is all a blur now.

The alarm clock
shrieks morning
you flutter awake
stumble toward the bathroom

I watch you walk
shedding your nightie
your liquid hips
inviting memories
that have no meaning

The shower runs
over your body
in hot streams
touching you in ways
caressing you in places
I no longer can

I used to be real
flesh etched with desire
giving and taking
from your hunger
Now I drift in this space
Held here by want
unable to move on

I watch you take
the boxes with my words
letters poems
from me to you
Stories told unread
holding my pride
distilling my soul

You stop at the firepit
my unbeating heart cries
match flares
paper smokes, chars
bursts into flames
each word a blue flicker
turning to grey ash
drifting skyward
in white spirals
carrying me along
released
redacted
forgotten.

Old Man

English: Fishing pond near Bransford View nort...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My house is empty
creaking and sighing to itself.
Outside I hear
young childen playing in the park.
Their watchful mothers packed together
like guard dogs on duty.

I want to go outside
be with them
say hello
and speak about the weather.

But that never goes well.
They glare at my intrusion
herding up the children
for suddenly remembered
appointments
deadlines
any place else.

Leaving the park to me and the squirrels.

Intensity

You were my Helen
and I your Paris
but that didn’t end so well.

Arc De Triomphe (Paris) in 1000 MegaPixels (Zo...

(Zoom in) (Photo credit: Anirudh Koul)

We burned with an intensity
that drew ships to us like moths

They say love conquers all
perhaps they really meant death.

Crossed Wires

English: Crossed wires.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mind
Soul
Body
Locked in struggle
How is that on the skin-side far-side
I always know how this is heading to a bedding
of the natural evolution revolution?

Trapped incessantly between
cold necessity and heated compulsion
blunt obsession and sharp disregard
inner ferocity and outer submission

Always choosing the lesser of each
by some obscure degree decree
varying the rational selection inspection
solely on blind intuition fruition
the beauty of the outcome income
leading to the curves to be enjoyed and annoyed.

Always fearing the coming morning warning
will just again go to show that I know
that my choices are all too bad so sad
Once again I’m a fool been had gone mad.

How is that on the inside blindside
I always see where this is leading bleeding
to the natural rejection dejection injection?

I think my brain pain is mainly
of my own choosing losing boozing
cause part of me is misfiring on the wiring

And tomorrow I’ll be back again.

Heartless

English: Broken Down Old House at Newhouse.

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It flutters gently
grasped between your soft cupped hands.
Why did you break it?

Time Flies When You are Digging…

English: A Sciuridae Deutsch: Ein Hörnchen

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today was another gardening day. Too much sun in the end. So I am now a red-neck. Literally – and it really hurts to be a literal red-neck. I am now grumpy. And I think that means I get to blog sitting on my back-porch while drinking a beer, and using a slingshot to pick off the squirrels that want to “undo” my garden.

Back off you little fuzzy-rodents of the big tails. Or I do think squirrel stew might be part of the new urban-farmer cuisine! Hmmm – sure bound to be tasty if they dig up my potatoes and eat my bean sprouts!

Is it just me and my gardener paronia? Or are there way too many squirrels around these parts? There must be like 20-dozen of them there nut-bags in this neighbourhood alone. Black ones, grey ones and red ones. And chipmunks to boot! And I sure would boot them if they weren’t so fast. ZIP. ZOOM.

They look cute and all – but they is just fancy rats with fur-wrapped tails. And we know fur is bad.And we know rats are awful.  So by logical extension that makes squirrels worse than rats.

So excuse me while I go stop one from digging up my newly planted peppers! SHOOO!

Puppy Love

Woman with Dog

Woman with Dog (Photo credit: Mangrove Mike)

 

Your dog is my rival.

He lays his head on your chest
in the heat of the noon-day sun
and mocks me with puppy eyes
and lolling tongue

He greets you with steamy nose
pressed in places I long to go
and then turns toothy grinned
and spatters me with drool

He sits guardian between us
keeping you beyond my touch
and snarls a warning
and glares if I am too near

And all I can think is
perhaps it is time we went for a walk.

Vortex

English: A small whirlpool in a pond

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

no matter how stable
no matter how calm
somehow you manage
to turn it all wrong

one moment we’re laughing
the next moment you’re gone
leaving me to wonder
where I really belong

I don’t need the turmoil
of a daily crisis du jour
where the sad end result
is this same tired song

no matter how crazy
no matter how odd
somehow you expect
I’ll just go along

Well here’s a surprise
for you to enjoy
I’m done with the battles
I’m sounding the gong

I’m escaping your vortex
that is keeping me down.

The Acid/Alkaline Food Myth.

I love food. I love the smell, the look, and most of all the eating! Perhaps even a little too much on the eating side. I also like to read about the science of food, and the science of digestion and metabolism.

We humans are basically a biological amalgamation of complex chemical processes that  let us do some really amazing things! Our cells are tiny factories that not only perform essential life processes – they can also manufacture their own replacements!

Different cells in our bodies are renewed at different rates. The cells in your lungs are replaced every 6-weeks, your taste-buds are renewed every 10-days. The cells in your bones average 10-years. Many of the cells in our bodies are less than 12 years old! Some cells – such as brain cells – are never renewed. And others such as the cells in our hearts are renewed very slowly.

This renewal process is what keeps us healthy and vigorous – and as long as the replication process does not have errors we will continue to thrive. When cells develop errors this can lead to a health crisis. The most common type of “cell error” is called cancer.

Now there are many theories on what causes cancer, and how cancer can be controlled, even repaired. And since we are bio-chemical factories driven by what we intake (food, water, air and god-knows what else!) – it makes sense what we eat and when we eat might be part of the solution (or problem)!

So we have theories of anti-oxidants, and flavonoids, and mega-dosing of this and that, and micro-dosing of other things. It is quite the mystical intra-relationship of  fact, fancy, and wishful-thinking. And of course there is also that other complicating factor of mind over matter – and how what we believe can actually change us! Placebo effect anyone?

So it is with interest that I have been reading the theories of acid-forming vs alkaline-forming foods, and the health impacts of these food groups. Basically, the theory propounds that eating certain foods will change our body pH levels. Acid-forming foods will increase our body acidity. Alkaline-forming foods will increase our body alkalinity.  And we need to remember that “acidity is bad” and “alkalinity is good”.

Now acid-forming and alkaline-forming is not the same as a food that is acidic or alkaline before it is consumed. This is because the digestion process breaks the food down into various chemical bits and bites – and those in turn may be utilized in other chemical reactions.

It would then seem to be common sense that food would impact our body acidity and alkalinity. Except it turns out that isn’t how our metabolic processes work. There is actually a very limited pH range within our bodies – and our bodies respond quickly to maintain the optimal pH balance. Basically our internal pH is maintained between 7.35 and 7.45 on the pH scale. In other words we are slightly alkaline. Or, as I like to think of it, we are all mildly base creatures on the inside.

The acidity-alkalinity concept also takes a knock when we stop and think about the actual digestion process. We eat food and it drops into our stomach where the food is broken down by a very powerful gastric acid bath (including natural hydrochloric acid). The acid your stomach will dissolve zinc. The pH level of gastric acid is 1.5 to 3.5 on the pH scale.

Some of the acid is neutralized by reacting with the food, and any remaining acidity is countered in the duodenum by a neutralization process that basically dumps sodium bicarbonate when high acid levels are detected. The gastric acid is basically converted into salt, carbon dioxide and water. As the digestion process moves down the intestines – the pH level climbs back to about 8.0.

I won’t get into the full details of absorption of nutrients – but basically the nutrients from the food are broken down into rather basic forms that our body can  absorb. This is an important part of how we maintain our bodies – as not everything can be digested and absorbed. What we do absorb has to be broken down and presented in a form that can cross through the intestines into our blood stream for transport where it is needed in our bodies. What this means is we do not absorb a steak – we absorb the nutrients that make up that steak. What cannot be absorbed is discarded as waste.

Basically the digestion process ensures our body pH levels stays within the acceptable range. However, and this is important to know, our excretions may have higher or lower pH levels depending on what our bodies are discarding as waste. The fact that urine may be more or less acidic after eating a specific food does not mean our body pH has been impacted. The same is true about saliva. The measured pH level of saliva will vary depending on what you last ate, and the bacteria in your mouth.

However – a diet high in acidic foods means we certainly will force our bodies to produce more neutralizing chemicals. This can place a strain on our digestive systems and make us feel tired. And a diet high in alkaline foods will reduce the efficacy of our stomach acids and our digestion process may be less efficient. This may mean undigested food makes it into the large intestines where the many bacteria that share our bodies have a feast – and produce various waste products of their own. Oh bloating is such fun!

The  acid-forming vs alkaline-forming food categories in the end do very little for our overall internal body pH balance (since other biological processes regulate those pH levels). However, the food categories are probably an effective diet aid simply because they do encourage healthy food choices.Really the acid-alkaline categories are not much different that the traditional food guide based on recommended daily servings of vegetables and fruits, grains and meats.

And in the end if the acid-forming vs alkaline forming food groupings make your choices easier and healthier – well that is a good thing! Just don’t pay attention to the mythology that goes along with the groupings!

Days of the Week

Just a Sunset

Sunset (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Sunday sweetie,” answered Alyssa’s Mother.
“Is it a school day?”
Alyssa quietly sat. Mother could see Alyssa was thinking.
“Why is it called Sunday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Sun, so Sunday is short for Sun’s day. In French it is Dimanche, which is French for the Lord’s Day.”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Sunday.”
“I don’t know for sure, my dear, but the Sun is golden. So today’s colour is yellow,
Now what shall we have for breakfast? How about some golden pancakes for a sunny breakfast?”

******

Español: Category:Sky with the Moon

Sky with the Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Monday sweetie”, answered Alyssa’s Mother.
“Is it a school day?”
“Yes, my dear, it is a school day.”
Alyssa quietly ate her breakfast. Mother could see Alyssa was thinking.
“Why is it called Monday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Moon, so Monday is short for Moonday. In French it is Lundi, which is also Moonday.”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Monday.”
“I don’t know for sure, my dear. We can go to the Library tonight and see what we can find. But the moon is white and silver, so let’s say white and silver.
Now eat your breakfast or you will be late for school and I will be late for work.”

******

The god Týr or Tiw, identified with Mars, afte...

The god Týr or Tiw, identified with Mars, after whom Tuesday is named. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Tuesday sweetie”, answered Alyssa’s Mother.
“Today is a school day, right?”
“Yes, my dear, it is a school day.”
Alyssa quietly played with her hair.
“Why is it called Tuesday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Tyr, so Tuesday is short for Tyr’s day. In French it is Merdi, which is French for Mar’s Day. Both Mars and Tyr are old gods of war.”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Tuesday.”
“I don’t know for sure, my dear. Let’s look in the book we borrowed from the Library. The colour of war is blood and fire. So today’s colour is red,
Now eat your breakfast or you will be late for school and I will be late for work.”

******

The one-eyed Odin with his ravens Hugin and Mu...

Woden (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Wednesday sweetie”, answered Alyssa’s Mother.
“Do I have to go to school today?”
“Yes, my dear, it is a school day.”
Alyssa tapped her spoon on her plate.
“Why is it called Wednesday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Woden, so Wednesday is short for Woden’s day. In French it is Mercredi, which is French for Mercury’s Day. Both Woden and Mercury are old gods of knowledge,”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Wednesday.”
“Let’s see what our book has to tell us. The colour of wisdom is deep shadows. So today’s colour is purple,
Now eat your breakfast so you can get to school and I can get to work.”

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Thor, the god of Norse mythology. "Thor's...

Thor (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Thursday sweetie, and yes it is a school day”, answered Alyssa’s Mother.
Alyssa quietly played with her breakfast.
“Why is it called Thursday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Thor, so Thursday is short for Thor’s day. In French it is Jeudi, which is French for Jove’s Day. Both Jove and Thor are old gods of thunder,”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Thursday.”
Alyssa’s Mother was already looking in the book. The thunder comes from the sky. So today’s colour is blue,
Now eat your breakfast and we can get going to school and work.”

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Freya. The goddess Freyja, in the woods.

Freya.(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Friday sweetie, and yes it is a school day. But tomorrow we’ll stay home”, answered Alyssa’s Mother.
Alyssa fidgeted in her chair.
“Why is it called Friday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Freya, so Friday is short for Freya’s day. In French it is Vendridi, which is French for Venus’s Day. Both Freya and Venus are old goddess’s of beauty,”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Friday.”
“Here you look in the book with me. It seems beauty comes from growth. So today’s colour is green,
Now eat your breakfast or you will be late for school and I will be late for work.”

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Chronos, god of time, with wings like an angel...

Saturn/Chronos (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What day is it today?” Alyssa asked her Mother.
“It is Saturday sweetie, and no it is not a school day. We can take our time”, answered Alyssa’s Mother.
Alyssa stood up and danced.
“Why is it called Saturday?” asked Alyssa
Alyssa’s mother thought a moment, “It is named after the Saturn, so Saturday is short for Saturn’s day. In French it is Samedi, which is French for Day of the Sabbath or Day of Rest. Saturn was the old god of Time,”
“What colour is today?” asked Alyssa. “I want to wear the colours of Saturday.”
“The book doesn’t really tell us the colour of time. I think time is without colour – but we haven’t used orange or black.”
“I want to wear orange,” said Alyssa. “And Mommy, now let’s eat our breakfast so we can go to the Library to get a new book!”

Eagle Feather

Eagle Portrait

Eagle Portrait (Photo credit: Creativity+ Timothy K Hamilton)

She is so high above me
circling on the silent wind
gliding unbound and carefree

I am stuck here on the ground
lost and lonely as can be
searching for what won’t be found

She slips down in curving grace
then rises higher again
leaving me down in this place

Drifting gently down to me
spirals a single feather
It is all that is left

I remain here on the ground
sad and lonely as can be
wishing time would be unwound.

Eagle Feathers

Eagle Feathers (Photo credit: Peter Kaminski)

Scared of Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th Book icon

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh my! Today is the day of superstition! Friday the 13th

For those that are not aware – in western mythology a Friday the 13th is bad-luck. A day of misfortune. Unfortunately no one really seems to know why this might be the case!

I have never placed any belief in the bad-luck of Friday the 13th – and so far I have not seen any side-effects. The town of Port Dover in Ontario actually celebrates the day! It started out as a motor-cycle enthusiast excuse to show of bikes and party – and now is pretty much just an excuse to party.

So Happy Friday the Thirteenth! And Good Luck to all