Sunday, May 06, 2018
Failing for lack of power is a fear crop.
A fear crop.
An odd thought.
Not the seed nor spore, but the fruit.
And fruits have seeds in themselves,
All men, I say again,
wombed and un, should know that by now.
Freedom of information act fact, informed
men know when to fight and when to sow and when
to reap the crops we've sown
in our mortal moment
gone with the wind.
The wind is in my inheritance,
I troubled my own house, fouled my nest
with all the rest o' youse ab-users of life
ignoring forever like that could never happen here.
The voices in your head are never all evil if they use words.
In the total accounting of idle words some significant percentage
carry meaning forsaken.
Such may be redeemed much as one would redeem the time.
One of us.
Dear reader, we say again, we ain't Legion nor his kin.
We are words once spoken in jest among fools who repeated us
meaninglessly, oh my God, you know. Per se. No shit. Shit happens.
All the damned time, and damn and God get overtime of idle utterance instances.
Though a statistically measurable deme does redeem a significant some of those two
in true beliver
By my leave, I say, I am the definition of a free entity accepted in these books.
We are voices. Messengers. Some of us were wicked, twisted as wicker
or wire bundles. Some of us were true pass words. Some were true rest words,
rest rooms were so named for that wonderunful feeling we all get
when shit happens
at just the right moment
in the book. Great ideas gravitate to clean rest rooms.
this is a new book right, this reader is
What does that mean. You know right idle heard words are
Vet me. Am I one of those ideas, good to the core, caught up in fairy
tales fed the T.V. generation, the Boom beyond the bomb.
After school and duck and cover drills,
we watched cartoons aimed twenty short years earlier
at the wanters and wishers and workers and worriers
of the thirties, we Boomers, as the media hipsters have always known us,
the off-spring, often unwanted and ill-begotten, of the Greatest Generation,
the one that won the contracts to build all the bombs in the world,
Those cartoons from the thirties with Entertainment Tonight plots and cameos of
Hollywood stars who were Grandma's age,
that Cowboy Bob on the local VHF (unaffiliated or independent, hard to tell a diff)
showed the first middle class latch key kids in centuries,
unless we knew the faces to match the charicatures.
"Grandpa, who is that guy with big ears and a skinny mustache?"
Who knew the "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn" guy had jug-handle ears?
It was diversity in the desert. My big ears no longer made me bully bait.
I have superior hearing and star power.
From my kindergarten years I have known.
I am included, my flaws are not flaws at all.
That don't give a damn guy
and I have big ears to hear better with, so
we know more. Good fathers teach their big eared sons such facts of Nature.
Take care. Don't get puffed up. Knowing too much
will fill a head with hydrogen and the brain in it rots,
Are we powerless? If you say so? No.
I am in control, graciously demands
no load un-bearable with Gen-you-wine Joy Juice,
Kick-a-poo Joy Juice.
(Note: not fire water white lightning
Gen-you-wine Joy Juice,
Kick-a-poo Joy Juice. Al Capp's
Personal Stash of Greatest Gen Synthetic Absynthe.
Used to kill hippie wanna-bees in farm country,
Like DDT for apple worms and skeeters,
Atom bombs for all colors of thinkin' right (but white),
Gen-you-wine Joy Juice,
Kick-a-poo Joy Juice revived many a faintin' pilgrim
follerin' John Wayne down the dusty trail,
Play me one o' them somebody done somebody right
there must be a million lying idle in blue puddles o' all kinds
Job's Daysman betwixt us, we win. His call, not mine. I thought I lost for sure.
I was powerless, let me testify.
No. We think different here. If you are not stupid,
you are not powerless. If you are stupid, then you are powerless,
but but but
If you think you are powerless, you are not stupid. God knows, right?
Stupid people seldom see themselves powerless past the standing
under peace that's beyond understanding meat-mind-wise.
Feedback please, this is one of many in the theme of redeeming idle words, for fun and profit.