TRAFFIC

There’s a lack of connectivity within these strapping conformities. Slice me away from the American Pie, and offer me delux flavors, non-sweet… a salty refreshment on a palate thirsty for an information overload. A momentum only carried by the weight of movement. Standing up with solely the buzz of any creative perception. A tipping point incapable of reaching the top. I orgasm thoughts spilling with sweat, and it doesn’t stop. Ugh! I yearn for this crest of emotion dancing with rainbows, a hologram of positivity- yet willing to open to both sides. A traffic full of synapses… creeping around, sitting here waiting for it to all unfold, bit by bit… and overhead in this space filled air, my controller tells me it’s time to move on. Cranking an inch at a time, I laugh at how I almost fell into the trap. An exhaust reminds me to hold my breath and accept patience to find the next. Peaking over the edge six hundred and sixty six feet high, I feel weightlessness beneath me and I sigh, with a feeling of relief. I could have been her, dressed in pearls, Lamborghini, stiletto heels. But in all the while of a red traffic light, I rendezvoused with the color green. And I remained still. Even in life which go exudes, I watch the view from my window… red, yellow, green. Never seemed to make sense. I can’t stop when I go, nor go when I stop. A teeter-totter doesn’t come with directions! GPS my reality some time, and find yourself looping a round-about with no real need for a light or sign.

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><)))*>...fishin food for thought...

RADIATION LEAKS INTO MY BRAIN

 Well. now that we know the radiation if definitely leaking and will soon be picked up by the westerly winds, after the snow storm they have today/tmrw, we will be in danger of becoming prey to the disaster- please remember that seaweed and iodine are two helpful supplements we can ingest to protect and coat our thyroids - which are the primary entry points in our bodies for radiation poisoning (remember that iodine is not necessary unless we hit rock-bottom)! Let's hope that we don't actually lose control of these plants out there, but, i believe the worst can be inevitable, and we don't really know the the answers to these questions about how to "control" the situation. This could indeed be the "sky is falling" time in our lives- it is time to love and reflect on our lives. It is also time to remember those things we have lost control of, like relationships, for instance. Make your contacts and rekindle your connections, or lack thereof. Even if we do maintain some sort of control over this disaster, this is the best time to come back to ourselves and patch those holes we have let grow out of control. Remember who we are in this world; specs of sand, stars in infinal space, and/or tiny ants working within a universal scale. All we really have is each other. Don't take this as just another mistake- this is for real. It can all disappear in the blink of an eye.

Much luv to you all- I am hoping for the best, but i fear the worst!  

I wrote this in 2004 when the earthquake hit the Indian Ocean and started the most devastating tsunami which took 260,000 lives... far more devastating but not responisble for Nuclear mishaps such as the latest:

TRACE

And time only told how small we are

In comparison to the world we are by far

A spec of sand or a star in space

This world, it could leave is without a trace.

No warning, no tremor, will we hear

Nor will we know when it could all disappear

I am not sure if this concept has been known,

But after the recent story I think we’ve grown

A disaster as such, but perhaps a blessing

A blessing in disguise is the demise I am addressing

My fellow peeps, have you all too often

Thought you were invincible and did you soften

 To the perception that your little bubble of life

Which you call your own little trouble

Was actually just a roaming glance

From someone else and what’s the chance

That they really cared about who

 And where and when and how to chew

Straight through the picture you drew.

I could care less about money and bling

When all I can think to bring

To you is a sense of compassion

For all the people now living on a ration

Of bread and water to stay alive

But who am I? Laying in my bed

A fortunate soul trying to escape the dread

That has creeped into unknowing innocents

After this talk do you now feel an instant sense of relief? Just know it can go

THAT IS MY BELIEF!   ©

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...

A FINE LINE

Inspire me enough to take a note with me. A lesson in flight of shifting minds and tides. It’s been sometime since I could weigh the odds between water and air. Shifting insanity in my mind with company that infests delicacy. Just add water is the secret to most dilutions. As the tide persuades a forward motion, it takes with it a regression and cleanses a refreshment upon its redelivery. The winds instill a moment of chaos as they erratically shift with no recourse or apparent sense of control- vastness astounds the senses and one may feel helpless. In being mindful of these two elements, I realize that I want to walk the fine line where water meets the earth and feels air for the first time. Riding the surface with a graceful ease. A simple gracious appreciation for my neutrality within my state.  An understanding of the power of giving and taking respect and gratitude. Discover the art of sharing that which we cannot control. Air has its own mind with a shifting design allowing for a misinterpretation. Perhaps this is the beauty of Gemini air quality. No keen ownership to the one soul entity, yet fragment enough to allow peaceful manipulation. The relationship is within the evaporation. In the end, it is all given back with a new conversion willing to come from a place of distinction to a world unfamiliar in its own comforts. A comfort found within all elements is the truest foundation one can devalue simply forgotten in an eager attempt to translate insecurity to a language perceived as a controlled environment. Create your own physical steam and allow the cleanse to alleviate pressure. Release yourself and remain clearly and naturally neutral. FRESH BE AND CLOSER TO BEING ALL ME!  ©

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...

Willy Woggle Circus Fundraiser

I've been really busy helping organize the fundraiser this Friday 4th of March at the American Legion in SLT. Would love it for all to help support us in the Circus arts world. You will be able to enjoy all sorts of freakyness including Aerial hoops, jugglers, fire dance, heklers, lazers, incredible dj's, adient zoo's awesome band with circus toons included, accordian jigs, amazing raffle prizes, cheap drinks, and of course, spoken word slammin by moi.
A lil taste of me is like:

Im an artist made of love, not of push, not of shove.

im feeling from above on the brinks of discovering

a place I call peace, where people, they never sease to be

beyond the skies the limit, try to live it

what you describe within it.

Let go of victimhood, cuz that's where i stood, higher than i could

and i know if you try, you would rise to a place called sweet, below your feet.

responsible me i am for my falls, and despite of it all,

i smile for my serenity, and you pass by me,

and i stop to offer you some of me.   ©

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...