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It’s not my Fault
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It’s not my fault.
All I said was a word.
You took that word and attached some meaning to it.
That meaning was shaped by your experiences and dreams.
The culture you grew up in, your friends and family...
of course your education.
The meaning may not be exactly what I meant.
…and lacking context, perhaps misunderstood altogether.
You took that meaning
and it conjured an emotion.
Who knows where these things come from?
There are things inside of us barely remembered
that can suddenly reappear.
A night terror or a glance across a room
that was never translated into reality.
…some of these things don’t even really have a name.
You felt that emotion and labeled it.
Good or bad.
Somewhere in between.
A sliding scale.
Have you felt this before?
How did it work out?
Get your heart broken?
Were you a child at the time?
Did they leave and not come back?

Like everything else, everywhere, it’s all relative.

….all of this happens in a heartbeat…

and now you are crying.

But all I said was a word.
It’s not my fault.


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wrote this several years ago...not sure I ever put it up anywhere

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One should not try to read philosophy when one is tired.......
equiprimordial*
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She was tired enough that the planes landing
Or taking off
Had no effect
Why they put hotels at the end of runways
I have no idea
But it seems common
People react to jet lag in different ways
I can't sleep
It's all she can do
And it occured to me she has been here too
In a room awake
While I slept
I could be thinking about where we have been
And have yet to go
But I'm not

It's kind of deep

We have become used to the concept of "Space-Time"
But there is no "Space"
It's just "Time"
That is what gets bent by the gravity of things
They approach
And begin to change
Those changes are in turn affected by the changes
Taking place
On both sides
Her and I were Galaxies headed towards each other
Perhaps by chance
Or maybe it was inevitable
But we have changed each other in a multitude of ways
Making two new things
That make one



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*(philosophy) Existing together as equally fundamental
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equiprimordial*
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She was tired enough that the planes landing
Or taking off
Had no effect
Why they put hotels at the end of runways
I have no idea
But it seems common
People react to jet lag in different ways
I can't sleep
It's all she can do
And it occured to me she has been here too
In a room awake
While I slept
I could be thinking about where we have been
And have yet to go
But I'm not

It's kind of deep

We have become used to the concept of "Space-Time"
But there is no "Space"
It's just "Time"
That is what gets bent by the gravity of things
They approach
And begin to change
Those changes are in turn affected by the changes
Taking place
On both sides
Her and I were Galaxies headed towards each other
Perhaps by chance
Or maybe it was inevitable
But we have changed each other in a multitude of ways
Making two new things
That make one



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*(philosophy) Existing together as equally fundamental
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I guess "Tongue in Cheek" is appropriate


Vegas
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Heard on Fremont Street....

Look how that gets rid of those
lines around your eyes
You look twenty years younger
Now just add this other cream
...which is on sale this week
and you can have that look
every day..
How much is it?
How much would you pay
to look that young again?

Feel that
That tingle is the muscles relaxing
You can set it to any level you want
You can't get this in any store...yet
How much is it?
How much would you pay
to relieve that pain in your knee?

Keep an eye out for a woman
She escaped from an ambulance
Which way was she headed?
Not sure
What she look like?
Don't know
Well then....
She's naked
Oh.....ok

Look...I know you have been
talking about this
for a very long time
But I never really figured
you would do it
I'm doing it
And I don't care
if you do it too
But I'm doing it
Alright...I'm in
Let's get it done


And we did



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not the marriage part...
we did that a long time ago
Something else....

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Our thirtieth anniversary on Monday.....if you will allow before we go away.....
I think...one of the prettiest things I have written

Soul
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(We use the word a lot....)

Blue eyes wonder open for the first time
A place serene cold water stars above
Forgiveness no need to even speak of
A truth I have found wrapped up in a rhyme

A stranger Kindness an act without fear
The giving done without thought of payment
To walk alone no thought of containment
A morning deep fog and a white-tail deer

The chance taken Lots thrown in league with Fate
Still Lovely as I watch time sculpt your face
Some quiet hour you in my embrace
A moments pause outside a well-known gate


Cast off set sail nothing ahead but sea
The touch that to this day still will heal me


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Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
Walt Whitman

Now, I am not saying that airline was cheap...

But during the flight there was an emergency and the oxygen masks came down....
each one of them had a slot for your credit card.

Piecemeal
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I took a walk

where
isn't the point
.... I did...
something

The type that picks up
stuff that got thrown
sweep
wash the dishes

The alternative
is too dark

Step into that
Might not get back

One piece at a time



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she said...
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"Were you afraid before you were born?"
Something like that anyways...

For me
I have no metaphor

Not a new thing to say
that you
can say only
what can be said
a Clever Phrase meaning very little

There is no experience of nothing

That road is a blind alley
and not used
...and while the outcomes and arrangements
need be discussed
The thing itself...

fails the test as a "thing" at all

So....
I will turn away from it and listen
Work within the limits of the now

And if I am to fear

It will be of the days
looking back
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Going away for a few days so here is one of my own favorites, from about three years ago...
and yes, there is such a thing as scientific poetry

Color of Night
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A New Wisdom we seek, the truth of Night
To see the dark, as more than lack of light
It touches without vision, shows no face
Still somehow keeps, the galaxies in place

Matter as Metaphor, known by a name
Reference what it's not, and still not the same
Known by effect, but properties unknown
A hole in our vision, finally shown

And worse, the sheer size of the gap exposed
What we thought of as real, and how composed
Turns out as nothing, a fraction, a slice
What's visible it seems, to our device

A lesson learned, worthy a Mad Hatter
As we sip our Tea, full of Dark Matter





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“Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.”
Lewis Carroll





23/04/14


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At the very least, there are many people that need to be shown to water, and ridiculing their legitimate search for meaning serves nothing but someone’s ego.

To not answer this last question, and to not learn how to appeal to people for whom meaning lies in more than logic, leaves these people at the mercy of con men. Sadly, we’ve found this out the hard way.
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