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wichitarick Feb 6

Sitting there in that all to familiar chair ,sounds all around but not a cheer I could hear

Facing the beginning of that not new feeling ,slumping downward but frozen from reaching outward

Mind in place so far no  disgrace,settling in for the unknown to begin, slowly trickling down to an invisible lower tier

Pressures pressing, muscles stretching ,becoming faceless ,unknown to be strong or become a coward

Clenching quickly becoming entrenched warm glow resting as the mind becomes more lucid but without fear

Losing faces or places of all we held dear ,measurement and scales  off kilter ,emotions  floundered

Clouds forming spaces receding now unable to give that final greeting,simple breathing  creating it's own atmosphere

Auras completing their cycles, mindless focus going spacial ,blossoming then building will this be stronger longer than others previously encountered

Drawn deeply into the lair has again left our soul  bare ,we are left to hold our own as we drift into that thousand yard stare. R.C.
Is what the aura feels like or Pre- seizure time before a gran mal or tonic clonic type seizure,in many way ways over laps with other things as people might relate to a panic attack or period before a migraine. <hanks for reading your input is helpful Rick
wichitarick Dec 2018

Each person ponders for that moment then wonders if we just had one request

Everything sailing along perfectly then a sudden snag,didn't see that coming wasn't in the plans

Trying again means you've done, it twice if we miss there may not be a second guess

Are all those stars holding someones request, were they granted or was it still left to chance

Why wait to find out our fate ,just ask a favor before it's to late,a quick thought could insure success

Will it be an urge to splurge or an unaccomplished dream maybe left wide open for that impossible single romance

Flip of a coin,draw of a card what will decide that hidden craving,pick a preference that will best fit oneself

May the nickle not be fickle when thrown into the well,will the first thoughts will come to pass

Dreamy thoughts leave us to aspire a fast flash for that one desire,will the tale ring true or rest on a shelf

Left in limbo will the hopes happen or we will be left lingering ,a whole wide world full of wishes just waiting ,if we want it bad enough maybe one will play out on our behalf.
It seems we all have this habit of wishing,I wish ,you wish, in your dreams,etc.
wonder what a new age flo chart looks like for all the wishes that just never come true? or probably some law firm ready to sue someone for not letting ALL of them come true:) thanks for reading your thoughts are helpful. and Happy Holidays. Rick
wichitarick Dec 2018

Awaking with passion slowly finding the pieces,time played out in rations

Spontaneous moments of yesterday breathing into my  fragmented  mind

Warming into those feelings slowly hoping for better dealings as thoughts now appear in captions

Holding on as it unravels ,unsure of our thoughts as they travel ,waiting to find how the new day will be designed

Bit by bit we take another bite ,often squinting as we await another fight of yesterdays and today's interactions

Coordination of Comprehension slippery at best, keeping portions while letting the rest go undefined

Alarming bells of morning often riveting, sometimes not perceived just softly floating into abstractions

That moment of grasping for clarity ,resolution often a rarity again a familiar game of the blind leading the blind

Passive or aggressive how will the next move be played ,fresh faced or images in shambles

Twilight power play took it all away, left again with just a foundation ,we will work to rebuild edges and angles becoming more flexible as our life is redesigned.R.C.
A few thoughts on how easy it can be to lose something you just had,with short term memory loss,it often is a waiting game,feel blessed when pcs. come back.
Funny enough I wrote this because my computer had eaten the one I wrote before on the same idea:) so it was "lost" before I even had a chance to sign it:)  appreciate what we have right now! Thanks for reading your thoughts are welcome. Rick
wichitarick Nov 2018
"Over the river and thru' the woods to Grandmother's house we go."

No, we don't go to Grandma's house anymore.
As we did away back in days of yore.

But we still remember the good times we had.
The caring and love, tho' times were bad.

Grandpa saying Grace in his old German ways.
Grandma in her apron; those were the days.

It all started about nineteen-fifteen,
With it's tall White house and big red barn.

Come Thanksgiving, with no relatives near,
They gathered with neighbors to bring Holiday Cheer.

To the four-mile schoolhouse they came all together,
With families and food -- no matter the weather.

For each pioneer mother did her very best
To cook her special treats and out do the rest.

And give thanks for gardens and neighbors so near,
They brought and shared gladly their food and good cheer.

The children had practiced for weeks., come what may.
For each had a piece to  be given that day.

A song to be sung, maybe a poem read from a card, ,
While the Wheezie old ***** was pumped very hard.

When all the program was over and done,
On to Grandma's and Grandpa's for more food and fun.

A few years later instead of the farm we'd go,
To the old Rock  House -- home of Tena and Joe.

Eventually the group grew too large and so
To Potwin Community House we did go.

So today we give thanks for a legend in our time,
For Grandpa and Grandma and the memories they left behind.

And for friends and aunts, uncles and cousins,
We come altogether each year by the dozen.

to remember the past and visit a while here.
Then to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

- Doris G -- 1983
I bumped this from before,something my Mom's Mom wrote yrs back:)
after re-reading it  what she is referring to is the original homesteaders sections and now abandoned town where she had grown up in eastern .Kansas. Spent my first thanksgiving basically alone so the thoughts of family were heart felt. Thanks For reading. Rick
wichitarick Nov 2018

Stuck in a passageway lots of exits but just looking forward to see the end of the tunnel

Becoming Blase' while slipping on the blinders ,how often will your call be adjusted before you fall

That man at the store told each of us a different tale,you saw a schemer while I saw another caught up in the shuffle

Simple slips of time routinely pass through our minds,which is truth or how much more is left to explore

Sight being blocked through blemished views set from patterns that were blindly askew,many thoughts to juggle

Who is to say they have partaken in the perfect perception,is what we are showing really all that is in our core

Is our goal to judge a persons  role or to let the scales remain balanced,Honest inquiry creates a puzzle

Two people reach out to assist,which one responded to help themselves,is it someone they ordinarily deplore

After the first Hallelujah is the function  to analyze or criticize ,one mans actions left  a person to grumble then another feeling humble. R.C.
Saw a disheveled man riding a bicycle at a store buying propane on the coldest night of the yr. I barely noticed but the person I was with said "He is taking something from the system" ? It jolted me a bit,after "discussing" it for a few minutes he sure did assume a lot about that person, just based a brief glimpse, it bugged me:) Is in part why my hair is to my waist I suppose but am sober drug free:) keeps them guessing.
I guess I still stand by old rule of you really never know who you are sitting next to. Thanks for reading your thoughts are helpful. Rick Wichita Kansas
wichitarick Nov 2018

Warming glow has helped to mellow my flow beginning a new rush as the sun is beginning to set

Wishing to escape the burning heat from the light ,finding a new fondness as the path leads to grey

What a treat as sunbeams begin to fleet ,what is hiding in the shadows ,something new I haven't discovered yet

Blocking the light leaves many places and things out of sight ,much of the mystery may be here to stay

Suffering in the heat under it's rays I may be beat ,released from the day to make my way gaining new strength with the twilight

Wait to open that gate, feeling new energy from radiance around the edges
love cast by the moon shadow

Many may ask if it's brightness you seek why search where it's bleak,but just because it's murky does make it finite

More characters & symbols need description when illuminated, outlines on edges reveal less,seeking unknown ghosts requires more bravado

What is time if we find nothing,better,  obtain the solace rather than be morose
from the dusk can come new insight

Inspiration is needed limits wanting to be exceeded,finding truth with a sunbeam glow or awaiting my hours of darkness to truly feel the flow. R.C.
Many thing written and sang about night and day
Thoughts of having my thinking time shifted from day into night  or simply not being asleep and the brain not shutting off.
Thanks for reading ,your thoughts are useful. rick
wichitarick Nov 2018

Memories and memoirs left resting in place,imagining the energy it might take to get back in the race

Many a singer saying about hitting that road again or how waiting to long might mean we will never win

Dreams are still safe when kept captive ,misadventures on blind paths will surely upset our now stable pace

Waiting idly watching and hearing falls migrations is beautiful to behold but wanting to follow brings a whole new spin

Once had a range unlimited by even national geographic,now seeing wider openings but also limited by cyberspace

Extra exploration enveloping my mind, let the fantasy grow as it safely drifts away into an unknown entity

Needing to add just a little more to my soul,not a check on the bucket list, merely a memory or two to save face

Many mysteries left unsolved from sitting still while the earth revolved,idleness swiftly becoming an enemy

What will it be from the tips of peaks from sea to shining sea ,fuzzy maps forming
as nameless places slowly form new mazes

So will it be a hitchhikers guide lead by the stars or an armchair travelers mental expedition left meandering through the mind with telepathy .R.C.
Maybe a little wishful thinking :) Thanks for reading your thoughts are helpful.
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