I am not ambidextrous
I am anti-dextrous
Neither of my hands can do anything good

I am not golden brained
I am blue brained
Neither side can tell what it's going to be with you
Mania?
Depression?
Anger?
Who knew?!?

I am not ambipedal
I am anti-pedal
Neither of my feet can run away in time

people they get lonley climb in to a shell

face the day alone in there living hell

hide themself away from the human race

living in the gloom of there lonely place



such a shame to see people in this way

there are such a lot who do this everyday

just a life of lonlieness is all they ever see

locked up in there cell that dosent have a key

Everyone's a philosopher
Don't amount to much
Satellite Beach, Florida
Mike, Steve, and Hutch

Humility is good
But I have a need to battle
San Francisco Zen
Snowfall in Seattle

Daoists in the mountains
Silent is the Way
Boring daily life
Good food. Si xie xie.

Edgar Allen Poet
Richmond in my car
Raindrops on the river
Exoplanet star

                   So far!

...old.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCMLXVIII)

Trees are so naked now, as if what hence?
The rain stript off their leaves? The féte's detail
Was last month, and we're ****** anew in frail
Reply where xmas lights could add fr'intents
The cheer we feel within our bones from thence
Is sorely missing? Last night's piece t'avail
Of choc'late cake, half finished, starts the trail
To whither, where I think of Campbell's sense.
Yes, veggie beef stew sounds grand where in poor
'Scuse my head's stuck in summer. Yearning to
Be back where plaids and cocoa, soups in tour
And knits were all the rule, why is that view
So foreign still? I'm all mixt up. Demur
Not to redeem me, LORD, for I need You.

07Nov24b

There's no real escape
the knot can't be severed
wedded to life and its singular thread
happy, sad, wise or absurd-

how the wheels do turn
each different in oscillation
one is caught in dizziness
dazed in total confusion

but none has any power
the nexus to untangle
though it's tried
from any angle-

ah, the angst of being born
to live in the inevitable
despite the most sombre landscape
one has to face the most unendurable

The red rose he gave,
still inside my favorite book.
Frozen in time, just like me.
The marathons he runs inside my mind,
leaving me battered and bruised.
Bruises that I'll carry for an eternity, undefined.

i used to wince at the thought of him with another soul
now i convince myself, this is how its suppose to be
so that i don't loose control.

If only the time would do its trick. Like
how it turns tragedies into distant memories,
how it alters warm springs into icy autumns,
and how often it made empires rise and fall.
It can easily make blemishes fade.
Still, my wound remains unhealed.

The moors are sombre and dark
as though my heart's weariness they bear
melancholic is the moon,  even more the stars
the foreboding  mood pervades everywhere

I am lost in longing and reverie
where has love fled?  What has it to declare?
Is life but a lie?  Is hope in denial?
What's right? What's fair?

Through the rain-stained window I gaze
not a shimmer of light anywhere
only the haunting cry of a birdsong
and the sighs of winds in the eerie air-

sleep will elude me tonight
I'll be laden with my unrelenting care
destiny is not of my choice or call
my brokenness I'll still need to wear.