Month: January 2023

echo…s

echo…s

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if even I could hold some semblance of my perception
as a single grain of sand
a molecule- all that is left of this man
some miniscule consciousness of mine
in that boundary between the tides
so I might yet feel the light, on my face
left to the ocean’s gentle grace
never alone in the vastly grave
just a glimmer
a silicone sliver, of hope
under star-shine and moonlit glow
some tiny piece of this- left
to go on – and on -and on.

note… we all do it… the search for meaning, the meaning of our existence, to square the circle that we can never… but we do it any way, it is in our nature… I can not shake the fear that one day I will disappear, and not even know I existed, my consciousness scattered to the winds… is that greedy? is that shallow? perhaps… in the grand scheme of things I suppose… I suppose I should just let go…but… this is all I know, and the idea that I will be essentially erased, while I have no control, is terrifying… so I hope and search for more… and even that seems shallow, for you or I will never know until that time when we can’t come back here and inform each other… in a blog…

expiration date

expiration date

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for some reason looking at a tomb stone or a grave marker, does not seem as personal, or direct, or maybe stark as a death certificate, a literal start date and end date on a piece of paper with a fancy embossed seal, such a final formal non personal but about a person statement, a summary in two lines of an entire life, a simple one line map from here to there, point a to point b, period, it seems so… small, so miniscule, so- non human almost, it has been a couple years since my father passed, but just looking at photographs, or trinkets, or something on the TV that reminds me, nothing is as jarring as this is, this piece of paper, a start date… and a final date, no details to carve this life out as different from any other, just a range of years, numbers, on a paper, it seems so short in this form, an 84 year time frame – seems like nothing, almost like it never happened, so… undeniable, we have a start date, such a strange concept to fathom as all we know is THIS, this right now, this existence, this is our forever, our endowment from this universe of incomprehensible age, this now, so many days removed from our born on date whether that was yesterday or decades, inching ever closer or speeding towards the expiration date we truly have, maybe, like a product, if someone examines me close enough my expiration date is somewhere encoded on my person, if only we had the means to read that code, we are a creation, surely there might be a clue or glyph or a sign that points to the moment in time of our demise, or at least exit stage from this particular performance? for now, it does not feel real, that there is a definite date time stamp out there with my name on it… but there surely is, my expiration date. (and one day my paper will trace my life as a range of dates)

concrete hits (truth)

concrete hits (truth)

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life is about redemption (often)
I am amazed at the sheer number of opportunities I have been offered, how often I have failed or those taken for granted, I looked not quite down at the so-common sidewalk this morning, in front of my office, the shadows skewing in just the right direction to etch every inch of every branch of the leafless trees upon the surface cross, the sun exactly where it had to be for these steps, for this exact moment to capture my sightline, even the bus stop bench seems pristine somehow, a miracle? why not… a not so subtle jab to my psyche “hey dude, wake up, look around”, although in my mind I would hope nature wouldn’t talk in exactly that tone (or with my jersey accent), but the message, the same, either way, nothing spectacular about today compared to… many… or any… but somehow, I feel inspired just the same, there is always hope while life remains.

prey and eventuality…

prey and eventuality…

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if I might be a steely wolf
lone stalker of resolute proof
natural instinct
draws the lines
scent to sight
combine
no malice for a meal
no compassion for a life
a trade in fair for now
on earth
for this- is life as been
and those who pass
those who persist
within the lock
of these steely eyes
exist;

notes… so the song portion is silly a bit this time… why? Duran Duran was my first musical love… funny for a guy who routinely listens to the hardest metal you can imagine, Napalm Death ? hell yeah… but when I was in my early teens Duran Duran was mixed in with Def Leppard, Rush and the early metal pioneers (Metallica, Megadeth, Testament, Overkill, Slayer.. and so many more)… but Duran Duran taught me love for catchy electronic beats… which of course I still love…
the sucker trap… (a short little story)

the sucker trap… (a short little story)

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I should know better… I really should, but sometimes, it only takes a pebble to send the wagon wheel off kilter, at least this time, I caught myself, before careening off a cliff into a miserable hell of my own making, how little a push it takes, just a subtle breeze in one direction, but in some way I am not wrong (perhaps my reaction…), today’s pet peeve you may ask (certainly within your rights, should you be reading this), where I work, the lovely and mystical Hackensack NJ is an unerving magical maddening maze for street parking, sure, my office has an ‘official’ parking lot but it resembles the opening of the simpsons where everyone is trying to get on the couch to a limted number of spots (and damn if I always get blocked in as well), add into the mix the constant flooding patterns when it rains (we are a block or so from the Hackensack river), well, it is a fun time trying to find one of the limted amount of street spots within a decent block or two from the office, so when people don’t pull up to examine all the potential sign to sign, it burns me, like one thousand suns colliding (a bit much?)… I guess because such a simple gesture, such a simple thing… is so.. well, SIMPLE… to me at least, apparently the people in this area did not get the memo(s), I mean really, how hard would it be to pull up four feet or even two in some cases so that someone else could park legally… now, one spot amiss, perhaps I could have tolerated that this morning (a slog of a commute in the rain where drivers seem to lose their minds), two spots? … perhaps, perhaps that would not have cut my edge so gruff, but after spot three I was losing all control and lobbing F bombs at inanimate objects (after finding my spot of course), Friday is an alterate parking day, supposedly they street sweep, not that you can tell on a good day, or any day for that matter, although, it has been a nice change to see fallen leaves (and standard garbage) instead of face masks these days… so on with the walk to the office (longer than it should have been)… contemplating leaving a scathing note on windows, contemplating confronting the drivers (which frankly I probably would never have the balls to do), halfway on the walk of rage to my office door I realized… what the hell are you winding yourself up for man ! letting that negativity rise like a geyser, definitely old faithful getting worked up on such a less than handful of a matter, I took a breath, calmed myself down, still muttered one more “they are still assholes” and opened the front door…

sold,

sold,

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dark invitation;
your wispy shadow (salvation)
coils w’round me like a storm cloud (damnation)-
my eyes not blind
just short, bereft of sight
robbery, is not a crime
with a willing participant;
follow, (I do) the lantern of your voice
a guide
through this night
and I trust
like a child in hand
where’o’ever you might lead
for in this
for all these
at least you will not, for the moment,
leave (me).

notes: the things we do for love, the things I would do to get her back… if I could.

a simple prayer for parents.

a simple prayer for parents.

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let you not lose
that which what you brought into this world
a collaboration of souls
a miraculous combination of two;
let you not see them in the grave
before your time has come
let the natural order
of parent to child overcome
please, god, love

note: have I said to much? nah… I am not religious perse but there is all the time we pray for something, call me a fool for belief, that’s cool, I don’t care anymore, I have to believe there is something more, if my belief offends anyone.. who cares, it won’t matter and does not matter in the hundreds of thousands of years of our species, such as it is, a blink in the universe, I want to believe I have a part to play in it all, delusion ? perhaps, but who does it harm if I keep that fire lit for myself?

conjecture.

conjecture.

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Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
Just a wonderful juxtapose to propose to your mind for a tumble, a rumble, a thought bubble, how to explain this axiom, this conundrum, this wonderful proposition, how to explain to the layman, the everyday man, the lap dog or his friend, simply put, you eat a peanut, and nothing happens, so therfore you are well put to think this is a harmless treat (could use a dash of salt perhaps), so your evidence is of no ill effect, because of the absence of said non effect, but this conclusion, while correct (for you) might not hold true, for another, with an allergy, who’s evidence, upon encounterance (of said nut) might lead to a dire circumstance, of sorts, so, if someone approached you, after you ingested (said nut) and said “that might kill you”, you might scoff, because of the evidence of your hand, but then you might consider the absence of another’s hand in the same matter.

so. does life exist out there? amongst the vast unending ocean of stars? for me I think certainly so. we have no evidence of this but the absence of evidence does not preclude the truth… or the persistence of life on our little cube… or … hope itself, perhaps the biggest foil to evidence itself.

notes… files this under word food for thought… your thoughts ? or food thoughts? I still think orange habaneros are the tastiest hot peppers flavor wise but I do love trinidad scorpion peppers…