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HI,

I'm being silly

So there

You have a nose attached to your face

it's a cute nose, too,

if i'm remembering right

Also,

you sing good for a guy.  <3

^^That part's not silly,

it's just TRUUUUUUUUEEEE

Hmmm....  I have discovered

that i hate how lotion feels on my hands.

Hate. 

It.

EWWWWWWW

And also this seems to correspond to the fact that

my skin is crazy dry,

so guess what is on my hands MOST OF THE TIME!?!??!!?

THIS IS HELLLLLLLLLL 

Lolololol

I'd sing you a tuneless, off key

little ditty about how cool you

are,

but I'd be afraid you'd get mad at me

for caring about you again.

I love you THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS much and even more

You're the best big brother/best friend ever

NO MATTER WHAT

And so you know this was NOT

a poem

i just have had WAYYY TOO MUCH COFFEEEEEEEEE

All my love,

and all my obnoxious intensity in your favor

Me

 

*NOTE:  CRAP I GUESS IT WAS A POEM!  OOPS!

In Gratitude to Sagami-san in Unexpected Places

When the Dragon Mist arrives,
it is obvious to me.

There are good folk,
there are evil ones,
there are just your average joe
going about their business types

As with everyone.

As with everything.

But the mist began to form
around the little dog and I

and I knew that evil
was afoot
and in my own back yard.

As in the clutches
of a hungry boa,
were my little dog and I

i could not scream
i could not cry

but i did and could think loudly

so i did.

and my precious brother in law,
from distant places
in his flowing blue silk robes
holding his dragon's orb
and his crown of strong antlers

came to our rescue

for my husband was busy
saving a world or something
at a job overseas or
across vast oceans of space

in any case,
thank you, Sagami-san.

May your waters run ever pure.
May the life which depends upon you be full
of energy and delight
for all time.

The Dragon's Path

syllables reverberate through
the fog which marks
the dragon's pathways
through the night

the backyard dew
is decorated
with Asian Dragon's footmarks
and looking

it seems

that he danced here
as he passed

and his dance
was a blessing

for which I'm grateful.

I Must Remember

I can’t remember my goals right now

I must

so I can act on them

my heart grieves

for all the worlds that suffer

at our hands here in the

third dimension

and in all others

who feel the effects

of our disaster

I must remember

my goals right now

so I can act on them

Rage on the Wind

The rage on the wind.

Coming from only one place.

The ogre in the swamp

with his tribe surrounding him

Fighting the few humans
left on planet

and fighting hard

Be clear,

no honorable Oni is he

with fierce,

but consistent

moral codes

There is no saving monsters

and,

to be more clear,

no being from the Other World

could ever be

as evil as a human

out to line their own pockets

and stroke

their own egos.

The only monsters in

reality

are the ones devouring

the world while ignoring

the needs

of the planet

and all the living beings

outside

of themselves.

Walking Past the Demons' Gate

One moment,
i see an oni lord before me
another

and he's gone

but my heart flutters
fast
 . . . like a heart attack,

but without all the dying

https://youtu.be/tXsqImRzm80

Shadow Folk

shadows pass

before the picture window
nothing casting them

i need to set out some food
because they've started

ringing the windchines
on stagnant air days

the other humans
are noticing

Namaste

Increase your frequency,
your vibration . . .
it sounds like woo woo nonsense,
I'm sure.

but no two objects,
sentient or not,
hold the precise same one.

Finger prints,
the finger prints of God,
i used to say

are out there

are in here


are everywhere
everywhen
and all of it

lays in the Eternal Now

what's odd is
that all that is
expresses Source

and so
I say,
Namaste

welcome home

PTSD, but with Aliens

Born in a cave
on the cusp of the Great Depression
in the Hungry Moon

the youngest son
of a medicine woman
a woman who stands

between the solidly material world
and the worlds with less mass
and the worlds with more

achieves modest academic achievement
in spite of his many gifts
8th grade, he managed

just that

and yet,
his work with vibrational awareness
made the Mercury series

happen

he was always happiest
working with the plant folk,
the many-footeds (compared to him)

'There's nothing better than being a dirt farmer, babe,'
he'd say in English, but staring upward at the
distant Dipper, he'd sigh

and sing in words that have no earthly match
songs of love and longing
homesickness

resonating with the distant seasons
on planets long gone,
erased by the Orion's vicious wars

'So why'd you work for NASA, Pa?'
'So you could go home someday, Little Frog.
Nothing is more important than getting you back home.'

I've looked,
there is no planet there,
that NASA knows.

There is a field of asteroids.
From the stories of my childhood,
I know those aren't asteroids.

They are the remains
of a beautiful world,
with seasons

and cultures
and peoples and joys
and sorrows.

And suddenly,
the Memory from long ago
packing a ship with refugees

and running from the explosion

and with the memory
i feel sick
like it's happening now

again.

I Wait

I wait for you,
as always.

You are the remnant
of my memories;
the lifeline
to my histories.

I hear your voice
on the wind
and in the sound of
fat and soggy snow
shifting on branches

Because of you
i have emerged from
the Soul Room
and now I wait

for the body
to do what it always does
when I am Awake
and You have come

for the humans
to act out
as they do
when I am Awake
and You have come.

May this round be otherwise.
May they fear nothing.
May they love all.
May compassion be their guide.
May it extend to everything
                including the planet,
                                  because she knows.