some folks have so much chutzpah and panache, and i so little

omne of my most somber golas has always bene to be more a vbeleivier in my own soulself and my forward healing progress
may this be the day
the calmsness shashay sway,yea

the walls COULD falter and topple , after the death of the loved , and if THAT could hop in, what else is stable?

after the deaths of my folks
i got to fretting that walls themselves could collapse
and roofs and ceilings as swell

there was seismic activity afoot,sure
that was not the factor,though;
it was my uncanny insight that
bad stuffs could and had hopped in
so why wouldn't they domino forward?
why wouldn't the nucleation 'neath the football stadium trigger each and every molecule in the realm
and take us all(specially myself)
painward?

naturally that didn't happen then and it didn't happen to me
nor the roofs I was under
but to know they wouldn't falter asunder...
just then that was beyond me
now you see how booze had me so ripe for the muck?

vicarious thrills of a sober alkie and a weedpiper in rrecuperation, as swell

to encourage the encourager to have a sip of some freebrei wine, when i'm a sober alkie myself, is trebly wronging
1. she'll decide for herself is she wants to drink, not at my encouragement(why would i want someone else to discover the 'joys of boozing', such as they might be, anyhow?)
2. i don't need to try to get my jollies watching her have a glow or a slight buzz
it might not be good for her healing ongoing and also it is like a falsie commercial that says 'See, booze isn't bad for you, it isn't hurting her none....'.
BOOZE =VERYVERYVERYVERY BAD FOR ME
CUZ i am a recovering alcoholic,forever(OR I can go back to drinking highly unsuccessfully? nay nay nay O goddess of Arte help me this day not that to do never to go back to the poison road, no
3. i need to realize that since i'm an alcoholic
others might have their reasons(and good ones, as well) for not drinking...
but the main one is : would i encourage someone to smoke a joint near me or to eat some yummy sugar-laden chocolate cakes?
nay

un trappered and unbeknownst, she sleeks

un trappered and iwthout traps of jaw irons about herself
the she-birdling straddles the art abyss and bravely countenances her soul kernel

healing chill, relaxingly sunless

the shelties and us
traipsing, loosing from gloves(not in fact, just in fret)
we saw a perpetuum maquina
a stuffed macaw
a clam in its own stewing
and some type of min-universally appropo canon del sol

p.s. how nice you was today boo(exclamatedo)

if ever we could leap away from the void without evading the now,ach

if ever
if ever honey
either of us evades the harsh punisher within
would one of us pact and text and fax the otter to let her hymn know that
there is a weg off the uncommon weal of karmic comic

lacking the confidence of a chipmunk or a newborn clam

we is learning that we will never have the toddler's self-confidence in thems elf
and so we always must remain close to our core natures or we can get so hurt by the unkindliest of souls out there, y'know, little bird?

lacking the confidence of a chipmunk or a newborn clam

we is learning that we will never have the toddler's self-confidence in thems elf
and so we always must remain close to our core natures or we can get so hurt by the unkindliest of souls out there, y'know, little bird?

neil young(genuflect,plea) and neil young iimitarots

1. i adore neil young
2. he is canadian but has poured millions into the u.s. economy(as well as making many millions more) via his taxes
3. if he isn't naturalized he can't vote
4. i agree with him that this current war is a tragic error and needs to be ended not open-ended
5. i visitored canada and had positives/negatives about the sites i visited. don't we all have our 'takes' on places we stay?
6. his harvest moon is the greatest simplest solo love song ever, comma
7. this one goodly soul on the tube(Utube, of course) has done an exact imitation of him on this gem Harvest Moon
8. I wish to heck i could play that ggood
Or
that i could sing just like neil
but
9. ust like in that book by vonnegut where the guy paints stuff so much like the(surface)realness that it is why bother not take a photo?
i feel mr young(not in the same vein as the late skate lynnyrd woulda said but that was remember 34 years ago or so...she exclaimed)
i feel old neil would tell this fellow
"why not be YOU and let me be me?" I bet this kindly gent could sing his own songs his own way even better
HUGS
neilfan

The lost heritage of Alaskan Art by polly and leon miller

my stars, how could so vile the euros treat the amerindians?
centuries later(there were more native americans THEN then there are today, that is not a believeable fact but htere it tis)
it still irks and grinds and leaves the most biting taste of zinc in the maw

my nieces so nice

each o my nieces(and nephews, as swell)
are exceedingly hyper-nice
one is a healer travailing in vasty lands to help the quake-ridden
one travels about helping those whose needs are more entrepeneurial
one was working with those with such signal disablings to learn how to cope and copycat
and one helps by showing kids how to learn and even concocts the most humorously 'frightful' stories they rememberand ask "tell it again,plea?"

oterhs needs and our own can bring us out of our i-so-lately-lone-shun ism`

tje way in is

now that you see, the grief the reef heisted me, you wouldn't have to take me for no righ hide

now that you know
the way i hurt my toe
i stubbed it and couldn't rub it for all the wonder

i loved that gal
more than the wind loves the sail
and when we went asunder i fell to the thunder

the booze called my name
but thank goodness program kept me tamed
so i wept and wailed and woed and didn't blunder.

so now i know
the way for me to crow
is not to have no girlfriend nor be no boyfriend to get plundered

i see for me
it's truly got to Gee...
I got to 'low my core to have friends and not become again a head of dunder....

at the nexxus of antiquity and the novel

'stuck' at ny of the stagers, i think I is workring thru the stages just like all of us...
i see how the stages are so accurate now though when i was younger i thought what's up with those stages but yes this is the time for integrity vs despair as we wrassle with the certainty of death instead of just becoming overly self-absorbed as the oars do...

the hugest of many huge lies: get old, do all you was gonna do but puttered off

it wtould be so snice indeedems but in fact one is older and more warned and haibituatted and the halibut don't float back upstreaming

if you was to burst beyond the silent fence

if you was to burst beyond the silent fence
the untamed leash
the restraining barrier of barren grief
WOULDN'T WE FLOWER FLUTTER FLUTE FLOW
into the aisles of longer swans?
O then wouldn't our sleek swags unshy?

@@ members is weird

yes, us @@ members is weird
they got whiskeywhiskered and beeryteared
they cried in their brew
and sobbed in the loo'
and all over their heart 'screwguilt' is smeared

old-shoes-with-holes-in-snow-lack-comfort

rather than Good Deity vs Bad deity, a terrific WWF future event(!)
it is old mind versus new mind
new mind wins(by the way) in the long haul but old mind has us so rut-perfected like old shoes with holes in em that is so comfortable and uncomforting