the thought: while driving the other day, looking at the usual things I see on the nj turnpike as my mind wandered that maybe there is messages hidden in the mundane (5.9)…

I try to find understanding
in the patterns of rust
on the guard rails
the secret meanings
in the formations
of the grassy stalks
pioneers in concrete canyons
discern the words
in the cracks of the median
I search them all
for meaning

the thought: certain month’s mean a certain thing to us, depending on where we are quite literally, sometimes we forget that, and I was thinking about that (5.15)

I would like to know
the flavor of May
across the continents
across all lands
across the seas
before the dominion of man
so I might gain perspective
and become sage
for at least in this
this month of May

music… >>>Paradise Lost – Wreck and Year of Summer

so funny, I just wanted to post a /A> tag as I was typing the link… I will let the real old school geeks figure that one out, needless to say I still know GOSUB, and my DOS commands… crazy the way the mind works and the world moves on…