Linger Still

You find time in the fabric which surprised even the scientist
There with the smell and taste of the marrow
Words repurposed

More Truth

Happens once a year
And by no great deed done
Past and future surrounded
Paused still here along her way
Yellower soul it is true to see

Birthdays
Days
All
Year round

Sharing another time and place
Inside the
Realities
I linger still

The Rug

It was a year and around 40 days ago
one of those games you play at parties
Draw and pass it on and this number $2.37

I was trying to create a road side rest from the air
That number came as the price of gas for some reason
Fifteen maybe Seventeen people looked at me and scratched their heads

Cognitively they could not process by that I meant the price of gas
I Didn't think it would come back down myself

I paid $2.32 today and find myself in those glances
Things are foreshadowed everyday
Due their nature

The world is slumping we are surging
Demand is gone from the world
Twenty five percent of the energy with five percent the population pays dividends

Nothing else does
We place the rug and pull it out from under them
No change in operations

Twenty eight billion dollars is not what it used to be
Not you or I
Just us that is wrong

Consumers have more money
That is the good news
The economist only wants growth at expense of the rest of the world
This is cancer

Certain things can't be cured
Ends inevitable
An outer layer of sustainability

We should be different
The best yes should always be better
Sustainable growth in doing right is an inexhaustible resource
We think there is more than one world and that is where we are wrong

We will save ourselves or the earth will shrug at atlas
Your first world problems are very real
You and I are wrong

We will get them this time again
What do you think we will do with it
Waste our chance?
Life might not be sustainable I suppose

You Must Be Dominque

Certain moments in life there only for me
Others you gather with those smiles

Words describe something away and I could sit and do nothing but write
Yet could I not tell you about today in any time frame

Or a moment of those things I remember
From this week

She was a twin like me
There are certain inexplicable ways we come upon each other

Find our selves no time or need really to express
A simple task for simple reasons to draw breath upon the shore again in the sun

No hibernated but less nuance
This first work we never finish

To construct ourselves in this our reality
There is a simple lesson to learn in life the hard way

Words in the end have no meaning that can not be distorted
And never a shortage of those to do it

Our us to show what their best abilities are
A task that will finish in a predictable way

We do not comprehend destination

Evil is like anti matter critically flawed
It is gravity that changes time and this inevitable seems impossible

Tamir Rice is what comes up first in our discussions

There are answers always were
Common Sense: Time makes more converts than reason or any words written

Warm

When the cold gives way
After  eighty six inches fall
Reunion is not possible
Minted time a new way

Change is what climates do
Here is what we are
Another possibility ember remember
Neither should need to be explained
Go forward is the direction I have taken
Easily mistaken along for this ride

There are different ambitions in all our directions
We all have priorities
Only our world has one

Existence

A long time ago there was this kingdom
The people in charge lost basically all their money

A grand wizard Federal Reserve gave them basically all their money back
Loaned them the money they loaned back at a higher rate

Those in charge did not change
Reality is created by perception

There is nothing really
Our perceptions where there are two or more agreed

Or 300 million
We all really buy into this stuff

There is more to nothing than you imagine
Tell a five year old they are made of star dust and they are not surprised

Deeper zero and why we call her mother India
The mother of 10,000 things some call her

Things come from places
Agreement is all around

We Were Going to Sarajevo Again

Somebody was in town to play music and we needed to be there.  Four of us from Gornji Vakuf with no car to get there.  We would split up much easier to hitch hike and we would go different ways.  Logic was in the water in Bosnia not the words.  Through Kojnic or Turbe didn't really matter we were going around.  About three hours each way from the cross roads of route Diamond.  Most of the ways on the Balkans were like this.  In Mostar we were driving for the coast and the signs said Sarajevo was the other way, but it didn't understand it was also the other way around with this beautiful drive up the coast.  Was always better driving.  I liked to tell people how  I watched individual trees grow.  Takes longer to get a ride for four and we would be on different roads different opportunities.

We got our first ride to Dornji Vakuf and we walked across to the other side to find the next.  In the middle there is this river which usually is crossed by one bridge but today was joined by another temporary one.  Ifor they were called then were fixing the bridge.  The army took this town back the last months of the war.  Made our journey a bit shorter opening the road to Turbe as well.  It isn't strange newly recaptured territory because it is your people.  Nobody is from there recently so it has this unique feel that surprises you and feels completely comfortable.  He asked me if I knew why they put another bridge.  This moment I never forget.  He said so our people wont throw trash in the river.  It would just go on the next bridge.  It was a trip.

Thing is not that long ago there was no garbage in Bosnia.  There were three of us traveling this way I think and three traveling the other but I always remember him and me alone on that bridge.  Math was usually fuzzy there.  The last ride into the city was not long but odd.  It was a car from Serbia which I had never seen with an old license plate I only saw in movies.  The communist one which they didn't change till I later lived in Serbia.  Some times in life you see physical things from your future.  No one ever calls it time travel but we have a built in machine for it.

I don't remember a word he said.  I spoke ok then.  Like those Americans who couldn't see the ships when they first arrived.  Just didn't cognitively relate that it was possible this experience.  The car was carpeted.  And there were three of us in the car with this guy going to Sarajevo.  The thing is I'm not sure right now.  I felt safe because I wasn't alone; no one was.  We walked the early morning eating the first bread sticks.  We got home somehow in a day or two.

We Can Talk Soon

Certain signs send us in our direction diligently different
Here heading into the future
Unaware and hopeful
Our minds can be changed
Our hearts are made from different things

Your diet your disposition
We have this ability to talk soon
Lives can be rearranged life no notice
I sometimes am lost in a glance
Life can be of such things we dream

We can talk soon
Circle around at any moment of thought
Share a destination a continuation of this now
Now an entire world of possible before me
I love most of the things that happen to me

Trading degrading
Everybody has their own
I have this something I would like to describe more
These words fall
We will talk soon

 Things can be mistaken also repaired
Life will go wrong and right
Change comes in a moment
Through the turn of a phrase
Not that it has to but it tends do does

In any direction forward is hardship and forbearance
Peace and tranquility bloom in every field
Certain possibilities only I root for
Some no one else can see
A process continues

In ten days perhaps we will talk
I am doing many different things
And find myself listening already now and then
Somethings are easier to identify than others
Couple things you know the first time you see

Nothing to lose
Everything everyday

What schools do best

Making a place safe is what schools do best.   Kindergartner and freshman have similar looks in their eyes.   They feel they must be here.   Sometimes I think they find this contentment.  I know nothing else really occurs anything else to be doing.   Their care givers are mostly busy.   They aren't missing anything.

Safe is the first great thing you need to work with children and this is what a school needs to do best
   Create an atmosphere of freedom and support

The hardest thing schools do is teach that the world is dangerous

Priorities as they are more kids feel safe than do not
More kids than not believe adults will always bother them
Instruct them restrict them search for them upon absence

What we know as very soon the teen ager sees an event horizon
Time slows to a crawl
It is the gravity of the situation for them
Collapse would be predicted they do ok

Failure is natural success is the mystery of life
School is a multi variable problem
And there is a reason they teach so few of them
People every day show up to figure this out

K through 12 schools do very well teaching that we are safe

They hear each other first that is what kids do best
We need to join their conversation maybe let them sleep a bit longer in the morning

Beautiful

She had Eight kids and she always had their number
You had to there was no other alternative
Makes sense

Certain things contain an infinity of them
Other possibilities
Those best possible our hope

People see things differently
Different things hold beauty for us
It is something you feel before you recognize

Unto Ceasor

Jesus wants your time not your money
It only looks impossible
So few try

Lost in willful ignorance
Somehow doesn't bring you to tears
Simple answers difficult decisions

Write truth and still play along
Coding the bioshere for the better

Pixie of the externalities
We are internalities

Vietnam Veteran

Why new wars are needed I can not tell
Old ones are not done yet
Their dvds are cheaper than redbox and you don't need to return them
Profits he said go to alcohol because he is an alcoholic

I'm not sure why I did not buy
No idea I have where redbox profits go

What is it they defend
I would like to know

Our military he said is the best in the history of the world
Policy is more important than readiness
Is it the best in the history of the world?
Cloudy with a certainty of death

Who will approach my grandchild to sell cheap entertainment
If we have no more war
Certain problems solve themselves

Does it make any sense to drop
High explosives upon the only place we know that can sustain us?

They will not listen they say
What do they have to say
Consume conspire a con does not worry about externalities

What is external to you;  we are all at war and this is important
You can not believe in an omnipotent god and limit what that means
Is not one world enough

Destruction solves no thing
Policy could but does not

There were many best militaries in the history of the world
Not one has not fallen

Love never will
As old as old can be
Never more never less

Unlimited data plans promise no wisdom
The best deals find you
Vietnam still is not done with my neighborhood

I wish we could finish one thing before blowing up another
Perhaps I'm sensitive,  I've seen explosions on television and through my Window;  not even a light day away from you

We have answers for only the most difficult things
War games for years have included IS
Self fulfilling prohesy is the easiest

There is more honesty in his sales pitch than anything I've known
Say No and let me talk you in to it
Don't say yes and not do

He is a parable I try to understand a war forty years gone
I only know these new ones are no answer
Korea has better and cheaper Internet
But when was the last time they bombed anyone?

Disconnect

Diging in the dirt I stop for nothing and the sun bears down
Oscillating between thought to no thought

Becoming enamored in the day
Exactly a prayer with out word; water with fall

Together near by seperated by a generation
Osmosis is how the world enters my being

And the performance is not observed
Not art yet artistic and completion found
Only art arrives arranged in photons collected by another
Territory is claimed by means that end at the stored of light
Hero to another moment gone by
Even strength continues beyond what you have
Remember that life can be in surprising ways

First Teachers

We arrive in this place and we know not how
Find people around and some stay
My first school was very small this space bellow the stairs
I remember three students and one teacher but not how we all fit

We were smaller and things somehow made perfect sense
There was nothing wanting
First teachers have the easier job for anything is instructional
I remember enjoying my time but not what I learned

We shared with each other time and space
As there is this now so to is there always this then
How I first become myself in relation to others
A world older and wiser my first teacher

Fifty years pass in a moment and take forever
I am not sure how you understand
Nor what your first teachers did for you
For me it was my first lesson that this life made sense

A feeling in my first tiny school
It was gone too soon yet here with me still
There are these windows and periods of our lives
Some never leave

First teachers you can not thank enough
But you can wish them happy birthday and another fifty years to learn
Again and again that first lesson that this life makes sense and you are purpose
Even if you do not know how

We just found each other there below the stairs below the stars
She was bigger and I do not think she knew why, but I could not tell

Yellow Hair

Difficulties come to offer us gratitude in times of peace
Peace comes to hold on to things you know

People have different ideas of color
How it relates to eye color a primary factor in places

She relates to herself and so much hair
Yellow is what I saw

I am not sure what I see
Then I had certainty of waves tossing me upon the shore

Somethings are stronger than me
Certain things envelop me

Cruise Missle

The look more real than you would imagine
So close to reality they seemed to stop at traffic lights and make left turns
Confidence in their destination they would arrive
Some thing you see some things see you

Recovery would seem a straight road
Things destroyed are rebuilt
People disappear all the time
Life is large and has meaning

Separation is an illusion we take to sleep every night
An accommodation with evil creates jobs
Expansion within lines we have some understanding
We have not found many new ways just short-cuts that take us no-where

Too large to see too small to be
Even the straightest road has a curve and speed
It seemed like the best of times in reality to me
When being so close I could see there was no separation

They never fell upon me
We are destroyed by them
Billions

Other things create us and I believe it is more
And the most amazing complicated difficult thing it seems
But it is not the cruise we are on or planned
Much better than we can imagine or deploy and easier

Self-ish

The hardest thought is the one I am not at the center
I do not write to accuse but to expose a soul
What places me in the middle is not me
This much I have learned

A gift not asked for a struggle taken up to be beyond this
We need not fight there is always a current that will discharge us
The Earth has a pulse like you do yet we can fight
I have only found one important

I write to expose for me and some of you
I assume you will know who you are
When in the middle of you find yourself struggling
What you think outside is the start you can make

There are answers no one wants to hear
This makes sense to me that I am one of you and do not wish to hear them either
No desire is not what I have desired
I have not even found the question before now

How do I form a thought without me in the center?
I would not trade anything to be something else
My life I have built in structures that secure me
I have no understanding of what you are trying to build

This was an answer I had thought was sufficient
It no longer serves me
There are really only a few people I care about
That one of them is me is a step forward

Beyond this self-ish I find nothing to sustain
Nothing to defend
Nothing to teach
Nothing for you

Words and ideas I form out of the formless
They do not come from here
Leave me at the station rolling on down the line
What thought am I not in the center?

What thought are you not in the center?
I do not write to accuse
I can not find one
This tells me the most I need from life

These thoughts bound those probably do not
These thoughts bind those probably free
There are designs on your self-ish
There are designs on my self-ish

Around we find things that do not make sense
Inside we find things that do not make sense
We create separation and place ourselves in the center of our thoughts
Think something that you are outside of

I do not know what that means, but it seems right
Why can I not do it
A gift not asked for
This is a clue

So you can not miss anything I thought
This made sense that in little things are eternity
I am a little thing and I have sought eternity there
Now is a large thing and I have sought eternity there

For now I search an end to this prose
I search for thoughts that I am not in the center of
I seek answers to difficult problems
Self-ish they say makes our economy grow

Because if it does not grow we find recession
We could not survive we can not survive
Finding a place like this for us in a hostile universe
We put our-self in the middle of every thought

I place myself in the center of every thought
I need to try to find a thought that I am not in the center
Here is a nice place my point
This is to be expected

I do not write to accuse
I write for my children
This thought I find myself in the center of
I think of Warsaw at the end of world war two

I think of many things in relation to this self-ish
I work words as some work the elements
Putting them together in ways that will not explode
yet expose something I am not in the center of

There are certain concerns I hold
There are certain desires I have
More things I have that are magical and positively wonderous
The easiest thoughts are the ones with me at the center

 They are the only ones I have had
You do not have to go further or come this far along
I am afraid there is nothing for you here
our-selves can be found I am certain

Our self-ish is an illusion
A good one
Stronger than the weak forces that hold us together
What a strange name for them

I met Quakers that taught me of this peace in the middle
And I found it there
My life has been this incredible place I love to wander round
Found everything I ever wanted and do not need anything except to be for you

To find this we-ish and a simple wish for you
To find thoughts that you are not in the center of
It rarely makes sense to me how things always start so wrong
Why would they take this nature

Our life is more than we are
It does not have to be and there are billions of examples
Yet it will be or it will make no sense
A theory of everything is found because it will

It really should not be this difficult
This is another clue
White water finds an ocean immune
You are a watershed of your self-ish

That flows to this our-self
I am not there
Just find this writing upon a wall
And seek this thought that I am not the center of

This elusive desire less-ness only makes sense in this context to me
Another road for me to follow to exhaustion that never comes
I find myself going down the road
I wonder at what it is you are doing

I believe in us
I hope in a thought that I am not in the center of
I wonder what that will mean

I Would Trade a Universe

There was a time when I needed or wanted everything

So I started out with this disadvantage
Under this impression
Befallen with these stars and clusters
A thing so large for something so small to be
Going further then you could conceive or believe
Ruined more than remains
And no world to be saved
Just me

I find myself with fewer concerns resigned to see everything in this now
No where to go it all comes to me

I would trade a universe for this moment and I have
There is nothing out there that is not in here

In small places I thought I glimpsed large enough universes
They were more than I knew and I would trade them all for you
All around every day no great sacrifice just what I want to be

Ends do not always come
Some things never really start
Other last awhile and make you wish for no end

Some thoughts come more than others
Some faces you can see with eyes closed
There are so many universes I would trade for you
Walk out on part of myself because we are many

What I want
What I need
What I know I am
What I will be

There we shall see
More than a world given away

Something so large for a small thing to be
Everything I am is little
I will not arrive everywhere and will miss most things

Everyday I trade I find more
I enjoy the process

Broken Thread

Waves don't only live in the ocean
They come along here to this shore

That's reef rash even though none here
What was it I was talking about

A broken thread that would not break along the shore
The water quality was not degraded

There are many reasons to write
Most important one is to remember something

It is prose that never loses meaning
Most does yes actually as you become new not old

Better like wine, the words will not all resonate
There are strangers in your own soul

Also in front of you
To tie these together you would make the world better

I broke it was time

Advice

The best advise I ever received does not fit your context
I would share if I could
The person who gave it you could not experience as I did

Perhaps I could tell you but it wouldn't be done
It gets better when I think of it
Edges get rounded softened

Everything must be done so we get about doing
Being is not unique in the distance beyond distance
You only read this a certain amount of times

In many places we do not know each other
Some we hold each other closer
Let us get on with this

Do Not Speak Out of Ignorance

Outside there is an essential essence that most miss
Obscure something everything shares
There is disadvantage built into every grain of evolution

Advantage is the experience of finding things go on the whole positive
No there is no other answer
Keep up is all you can do
Ineffable qualities that find a whole

Experience finds purpose for everything
I have found five uses for long eye lashes so far

The other side non-being you be
Opposite of experience we have not
Where you are you have arrived
How you go is an answer for tomorrow
Why you see you have no questions

The other side of knowledge you learn
Opposite of ignorance we have created
When is now

When You Look Close

Everything shares this nature
Aspects that will not suit you

Between Seventy-five and One Hundred

We set arbitrary measures of all that is around us
All guilty the lesson no one learns
Keeping score makes no sense there is no end
Everyone you know everything you are

Understand simple things; contemplate the teen-age years
Purpose is what you are looking for and why

My breath of life your breath of life; breath of God
You have old sounds written in stone

Does this sound familiar
Each essence Naad
A manifestation brought clearly
Resuming changed by a moment

Ordinary
Nothing
Each now new

Artificial is natural in this world we believe we comprehend enough
Significance you find in your life no one else

I want you to be easier on yourself; twenty five is something

Subaghraj

The basic difficulty with life is we don't remember well our first five years
If we did there would be so much less difficulty
Not an answer really but somewhere to start

Accessible to every electron of which you posses
Answering questions not formed before last night
Another day today now then when hello

Can not be another way

Hari

Waiting for this piece to fall in a place

How certain rules apply we define

Actual existence remains unproven

Truth is a new country here

New does not come here now

Only a turn around the sun

West or is is east predominately across the galaxy we travel?

Fierce is the resistance you do not measure

Remainders solve nothing

I head along a road 

Ends never come

New passions evolving

Destiny out your door

Pass it out along the way

Each moment where I'm going

Actions in place of lost words

Care your only rule

Everyone

Keep

Stronghold is not what you wish it to be
When a four billion year old flood descends nothing is ready

Everything is wrong for you for us
Right in the truer sense

Build something with your surroundings
Keep talking to me as we stroll on the shore

New old things manifest here in the course of digestion
Where is your mind held strong?

She whispered to me, "Are you comfortable?"
I then was

There is no deeper meaning in a stronghold
It is how you survive

She said, "Run to it."

Alive

Sometimes I think to be more clear and speak in more words

GDP

Gross indicators will tend to be positive as they are needed to be

Numbers lie and tell truth in direct relation to the integrity of the mathematician

Domestic policy makes zero sense taken as a whole

Where we see solution we find answers that function only in our constructs

Products simply can not expand forever unless you measure in new way

We change the rules everyday for stupid reasons

Write

Why don't you write? Why don't you call the embassy?
Another question not wanting answered
I and you and we are an accommodation to wrong
There is another way one that we have been shown

Instinct is not what you are left
Taken together it can seem a long road

We ask ourselves these impossible tasks
Integral to the execution is the simple belief it is not
Lean times are bountiful
Lean rhythms do not last

Order of magnitude waves crested
Partial payment was not accepted
Each reason has two of which they come
Nothing finds solid ground I do agree and yet travel

Not Enough

Near to me is this life of mine
The less there to be done the less wrong to go
If we find the spectral light of gaia from another earth world it surprise to you

Any technology sufficiently advanced would have to smile our way
Beauty is of this that does not leave
How would you create a better world

What will a billion years do to the plastic
Life is something fragile and robust
How we do not end is more interesting than if we will

The science is simple more open with possibility than any science fiction
No true romance knows more the hold our sun takes
Mystery alone is where we are

Opinion well more than a billion of us take rights to
Where is the green economy? Always been green
More is moral

There are times to say things
Always we believe
In order to be positive there are times just to wait

Not every thief in the night arrives how you expect nor changes things the way you like
Work is what is involved in the end and its not enough
No sense in debate

Thomas Paine, said it, "Time makes more converts than reason."
It is a long road and sometimes your two year old daughter knew best:
If your losing it is time to change the rules: money a problem? get past it

Gaia plays for keeps can we agree that?
We have found so many places and no one is home
In one little piece of the sky Kepler has seen further

Life is robust and fragile
Earth is robust
Only one has cause for concern

Tenacious is a word that brings me hope
As far as we can see there is no where nicer for almost 14 billion light years
Where are we leading

Things will not be as I wished nor you
Priorities are question we ask ourself
Not enough is not resolution

The positive:
I'm not tired
Back at it tomorrow and next year will not be enough either most likely

Yet in our life with these questions we shall know if it is too little or enough
Our stakes our life robust and fragile
We can do better and should enough to be certain

Earth Day

Not enough

Positive

I did not know what I was getting into
Hard is all that I knew it would be

Then it was said and done
I will have to speak positive for a while

How things worked out could not be better
There is no end

We could have talked for days

That we ended across a line
The face of the place feels different
Not fair

I've nothing to do nowhere to go
Being here now it strikes me that certain things I've never seen
If it's hard in a certain way then it will not be

Shifted in to drive going nowhere
Around the corner wave
Do not understand walk out on your life

Work harder Do more find something
Or know that it is OK and be
We Do not create there suffering

They take it upon themselves with Grand designs
Cut off with no tourniquet these tears misplaced
They Do not come anywhere and I move the way signs point

Rest area one miles

Salt

There are things we all need
In certain places they find scarcity
They go everywhere and find their context

Abundance is mine certain things I never consider
Others are all I need to keep my heart pumping
Ancient is your smile as your home

Let things fall apart it is their nature
Find what is needed out of the wanted
Bring your attention to your breathe

The homeless person knows what they need
A billionaire can find no end to want
People drown only in abundance

Life is realer on the edge where bombs fall
You can see this but can't know this
You listen to echos and hear nothing

Abundance of this experience brings death not scarcity
Adds value to life that you create in your lack of want
Lack of need is what brings us to lower a bucket in our own well

There is always more till there isn't
I never had to look for salt and neither did you
Everywhere it is except where it is not; I have not been there

Blue stones they call stones so common as to depress
A false economy of want in our need
Just words you say

Just alive
Just continue in abundance and forget your scarcity
Just words I say

It is how we choose to define
This salt spilled all over the world
More valued where it is absent

Three Possibilities

I used to tell this friend she was either one hundred percent right
Or one hundred percent wrong and so it seemed to be

Certain things never get old given right circumstances
Love blooms its own time frame

There is this third possibility the email still unread
The answer I want
The answer I don't
The answer I can't imagine

In this third is held serenity eternity magically
From one life another to a third all

I can only imagine you have the same feeling in these circumstances
Do they even occur to you I just assumed them

There is nothing else I have loved for
In my case undone forlorn re-imagined

This third possibility is new to me
Life will always bring you novel

I have lost some of my motivation to say something
The universe is more to me

There was an answer but nothing said
Like this heartbleed virus just a sound to know that you are there

Novel is the third possibility and these feelings
Between her lines is something

In her words everything
She is busy,  I am patience and in a third something to imagine

Be careful what you manifest is what she said
And so I was and the we grew larger with possibility

Writing

Again I write a new way
Feels like it is familiar
But is problematic with no setting for prose

It can be overcome shall
Or is it really necessary

Perhaps no certainly there is more than I know
There seems to be a setting for prose

Do I remember my cursive?

Ivancic

I asked her how she said her name and it was not what I expected
Never meant anything to me before and find it interesting to know
Many people have few ideas about themselves or slightly mistaken ones

Labouring I find my speech upon her answer and I do not say what I thought
Eager I was to tell her something about myself, but she could not understand
Suppose it was me that had not figured something out
Likely usually I am right or wrong
In searching for truth you are sure to miss some however you step
Each of us have our own sound

People say I mumble when really I eat my words they come through my mouth
Lost I was as she said Ivancic cross her nose
Each of us have our own sound
And yet you see there is one History
So you should know it or at least someone should know it
Easily I could have told her yet she was too busy with something

X

Long have I believed something very special about my generation
Every analysis I hear is about y and the millennials
Suddenly I wonder how would I be one
Lost I am quite certain I would be in the palm of my hand
Exactly magic and wonder involved

I just then believed we X mark this spot this past soon to be lost forever
Remember that analogue world
Equivalent problems were easier

An empathy input is what is missing in their hand
We thought video phones would be more popular

\There are many more details the number large
One thing is clear we have been in both worlds

Is there any difference between a printing press and a typewriter
They are still for sale in second hand stores

 and the message?

Well, we'll get back to you with that, but for me not much changes
The essential is still true the other is creative space
Their's seems diminished but with our help they'll get through

10,000 year old cave paintings to your surprise worth more when they were first made
Can you dig that, I hope we bring institutional memory cause in this world it is what those most profited detest
Here we come, let's go

Climate Change

Pearl earrings and a warm breeze off the cuyahoga
Everything has gathered this wonderful inertia as well
Ordinarily I complain most of that force and how it corrupts
Planning is a question we have few capable to answer
Learning is the lost art of teaching
Eager you are for what?

Lucky we are to have a moon to stabilize our seasons I impressed
Incredibly wonderful amazing weather for ten thousand years as to just catch our breath
Vengeance is not in the nature of the most violent forces we have conceived
Each of is is blameless and to blame

Who are you going to believe, trust or allow to solve these problems you do not perceive
Roots should grow deeper; we hunted those deep roots once and gathered in special places
Original ways could bring us to a new stability, but you must see this our instability
Normal is not new any more
Gone is much we knew along with those unseen loses that no one counts

GMO

Relentless
Available every Saturday
Counting the days to another one
Happens to me almost never and silver earrings
Everyone needs someone to tell them when their bottom is dirty
Laughter brings a big smile perhaps dust it off

People worry what those seeds will do to you
I worry what it means that life is owned and that it seems we have gone too far already
To have my spelling checked there is only one direction
Your vibrations linger

Everything can be worse and actually things are very good when they make you smile
Answers get more difficult when you debate the wrong issues; I guess their point
There is an opportunity this big smile of mine demonstrates spring upon my door

Generally adaptable to change
More
Organized than prepared

Everything can be better than our ability to image
Another opportunity will come
Together is as strong a possibility than ever

Logic might not be your friend but should not be your enemy
Organic is really just a word that the wrong people define
Common sense is good and bad like all things
Amok we have run in a hurry to nowhere: short term growth before all
Language can be used to twist the neurology of this argument they still think we are debating

Go Make a Universe

"I can't keep doing this," hmm it is what she said
Not meant to be oh dear everything will be for it is in their nature

What did you decide? hmm don't worry it will go both ways
You made a universe but you know it wanted to be

Can you get this sense of big
Don't need to want to just so many things that could be done

The real world
Your here we are there

Sometimes I write to you