jpaulgorman

Silent work. The only real work done. Meticulous and proper. Tapping notes. Jazz and vaudeville. Tapping for the money. Hearing nothing and everything. Like Miles might say. Understand the surroundings. And your common traits. Contentment and its safety. Recklessness has a bleak future. Lose it all. And all of something is something. Be an old timer. On your own time.

In the early years of your life, when you worked and worked til the very end.  When you felt important and noticed.  When you struted.  Alarmed you were, to be floated away, to be sent off on a makeshift raft.  Alone, out to the deep seas where the moonlight reflection never ends.  Like the Light itself.  The beginning and the end. The world is full of intelligent words thought up by ignorant minds.  Masking the idiocy, condemning disent.  Rationality of a perception.  Nothing is found, only defended and debated.  Truth, as we know, is not in us.  Only mathematics, microscopes, and telescopes keep us anywhere near the truth.  Then our theories are made, usually to justify a conclusion.  And some come to pass, some are, in fact, validated.  Absolutely.  However, the list of theories and hypothesis that don't come about, that are wrong, that are invalidated, is a list with no end. The rotations continue. ...

Then the brain gets its oxygen. And the thinking begins. But no deciding is done. Until the mind is tired. Worn from seeing the angles. Beat from the hypotheticals. Routed by what if scenarios. No decisions could be decided. Conclusions could be concluded. Concluding that nothing be decided. For now. Hierarchical needs arise. Becoming the priority thought. Hunger and desire. Scheming to satisfy. Frustration unavoidable and looming. Literal use can maintain the brain. Activities of concentration. Intentional calming techniques. Collaborations and relationship curiosities. Your time directed by the Light.

Buckskinny boots. To walk the moon. China dances with fire. Attitude of the defeated. Cheer it up. Loosen the vice. Talk of what is unimaginable. And imagine it. Space is there. To be free. To think a new thought. To break it. Then create it. Crash Tester BMXers. We ride! Odd and peculiar. The renaissance is near. Trending in our minds. What's cool is cool. What's hot is hot. What's lame is lame. Any way we slice it. Another day to enjoy. And to endure. Cinnamon frosts the air. Breathe it deep in your lungs. Come near the flames. Bring scarves and games. Look past the glow.

edge of day, spinning always. brightening slowly, same pace as time. the birds know, chirps and chirps. equal time, fairness of vanity. constant opportunity, look to others. become nothing, as intended.

These eyes, looking to you, wondering and happy. No future to worry through, no expectations. Appreciating the reality of it all. The time passed and the current distractors. Only night brings peace, resting and sleeping help the world exist. Memorized and delivered, ready for the challenge, determined to follow through. Nothing will stop her now. Or nobody. Tell them all about it, lightly embellishing the possibilities. Full of hope, full of excitement. An afternoon discussion, an evening song.

Only a madman would remain. Gang of gagglers and stragglers. Carry a switchblade if you need to. Always watch your back girls. The liars will seek the vulnerable. Naive and hoping it all turns out. Lacking control and searching. Seeds of resentment planted again. Shading the years of the future. Should find a Dr. to tell me the truth. Tell me what to do. The barrio was cold and windy. Clean form and bouncing feet.

.a distant hope. .reminders always. .groveling meekly. .burned again. .losing track of your mind. .wasting time. .these are days for readers. .page to page. .scroll the screen. .make the fountains flow. .the fruit will be sweet. .tasty and abundant. .the scurried and frivolous. .anxiety of frowns. .tight faces. .with a psychedelic sidekick. .to loosen the mood. .and laugh a little.

...brake pads and menthols. ...been driving way too loose. ...two hours was what you thought. ...then the radiator blues. ...cause that's the way it goes. ...here's the honest truth. ...should buy Japanese. ...won't get radiator blues. ...here's a perfect example. ...for some reason i bought a dodge. ...every automatic window broke. ...that junk was always in the garage. ...but when I buy a Toyota. ...or when I buy Nissan. ...never have to mess with any of that. ...I've learned some hard lessons. ...one thing you should know. ...one thing never to forget. ...if you buy a dodge. ...you'll live with great regret. ...listen for any rattling sounds. ...look for other clues. ...don't wanna leave the new car lot. ...with the radiator blues. d. c. g. cdg.