Ethiopian Colonization

When you ask google it doesn't have much to say.  Says first that Ethiopia was never colonized by a european power, because that is most likely what i am talking about.  It was a term these women used to describe their first days of work in America.  We worked a long time together talking once a week for more than a year.  I didn't have any idea how it would work out and somehow then it didn't stop me from trying.

My first day I was excited.  I'm always excited first days.  Put at a desk with the office policies read I really had absolutely nothing to do.  It took me a quarter of the morning to realize no one was going to come tell me what to do.  So I did what I normally do looked for information.  With some effort I created a list of my clients.

A year later they were driving and would come to my work and yell at me about Ethiopian colonization. Couple weeks it lasted till their first paycheck arrived.  I figured they had no one to yell at and it helped.  To me that it ended so quickly showed that it didn't hurt.

This is a long story.  Perhaps this would be in the forward.  Better dedication I never read introductions., but I like the title.

Betty

Never shy with an opinion yet ready to be wrong
She didn't always know when she was
You don't know all the things you do
Some we all see and hers many responded to

She was of her generation
walked many crooked roads and saw some straightened
She took a stand and she was known and celebrated
Today one more

She loved to be in charge
Never wanted to follow
I didn't understand her completely
But she showed up everyday

What could be said
It has been many years
What could not be said
More than we have words here

She was several people in my life
And even more in her's
A living bridge for so long
Some places we can no longer get

This we mourn as we did with her
And will gather closer all together one fine day

Resolution

First impressions sometimes are correct
Sometimes you know what you are talking about
Certain ways you read the wrong things
There is a reason we have talked playoffs so many years

In the business of making many worlds one
The point is often missed
We marvel at the possibility of a multiple universe
It is just the definition of one or is

Any universe one or two or more would be a marvel
Comprehending their boundaries your primary mission
Where it is that you belong
How it is that you go about you life

How you can end up in the wrong place
And still find the right time
They send you further down the road
Ideas that become who you are

Resolute and ready to learn
To know what you saw
To believe what you heard
To live what you have wanted if only a moment

That it could be more
Is my resolution

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