Dearest Andromeda, how long have we been twin galaxy twin system for your beauty has never withered on that celestial vine your wardrobe of stars gathers ever closer to mine the space between us dwindles as we hurtle to collide but for now I can admire your perfect spiral glance to bathe in the goodness of your light as fate reveals our path through, all of the black of this infinite space, your vision, propels me on, drawn, drawn to your arms the gravity of eons for we shall become, one – my universal love always in my eye, my heart, my mind my horizon, my dearest Andromeda my eternal love.
notes… if you did not know our galaxy is on a collision course with the Andromeda galaxy (relax it will happen a few billion years from now), our nearest big neighbor, not our nearest galaxy, the collision is inevitable, the strange thing is that when galaxies collide not that much may happen unless the black hole cores merge, two galaxies can actually pass through each other quite easily, in space there is a ton of… (wait for it)… SPACE! seriously, there is so much room between stars that whole galaxies can pass through each other with nary a collision, imagine that, ponder that, space is just that vast, now you know why I am trying to realign my mind here to realize how small we are and try to focus on what is important… logic/science balanced with emotion, it’s worth a shot, I am trying….
music… I could go weird ambient here but I am not in the mood, how about a rock band that never got their due…
Karma, as it were, as it was, as it is… has a sense of humor, or is it more on the tree of irony? probably the latter, regardless of my navel karma gazing as fate would have it, I posted a little thought, quip, thing about roadkill in my last post, so the boomerang swung back around these ways today and lo and on hold one of my road technicians struck a deer, not some rare occurrence in these parts mind you, but the timing seemed like a nod, fortunately my tech was unscathed, the deer? not so much, and as it turns out it was a fawn, yes a baby deer… I hate to admit it, maybe not, but things pop into my head and I share them, much to the horror of my administrative assistant Irene (you would think she would be used to it by now)… I had to…I just had to… I blurted out (with much pent up glee like a little kid)… “he put the BAM in Bambi!”
I giggled like a little girl, I just couldn’t help myself, I was officially giddy beyond belief, with no guilt, would me being sorry or contrite restore life? no… c’mon now. call it gallows humor or what ever the matter, sometimes you have to laugh at circumstance or conveyance of typical human behavior, we all pretend as if our butterfly wings fluttering matter, admit it, I do, we expect we have some push on the universe, in a sense we do because we exist, but in the general scheme of things making fun of the macabre or anything… is nothing and amounts to nothing, so smile, laugh, not at a fellow other’s expense but sometimes at the expense that has been paid and laid by those before us, for they can not laugh for us…
they had a string of three albums that was mind blowing, they had big label support but for whatever reason they never broke big, they had a unique sound, unique front man, I’ll never understand why but those that loved them truly did, as usual comments and likes are appreciated, this is all my original content, this is me, some guy in new jersey, the garden state, who does… appreciate any and all eye balls, I am convinced there are people out there wired like me, I am certainly not mainstream, I gave that up a long time ago…
“The universe saw fit for you to be alive in this exact moment of all space and all time, although you may never fully comprehend this existence or reason for being, fiercely embrace the truth that you have happened, for that is utterly undeniable.”
From time to time these hit me, not the first time, so of course my watch has ended, I won’t go all Aaron Rodgers on you here, I have a media review page for that (if you care to see my opinion about such things), but this blog is about my creative work and working to be a better person (not necessarily in that order or ever clear), this falls more in the creative work category because certainly a TV show is not reality but isn’t all art some reflection of reality? including TV… well, except those reality TV shows… damn I hate those, anyway… here is a little ditty…
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for Winter has truly come all along the smoldering ruins past the walls of King’s Landing covered now but not by snow but by the souls of those once living, a pride of lions proved no match for the wrath of a phoenix writhing forever to unmask the absolution of power’s binding, two once bright suns did crash one if by brick, one if by steel and within their lover’s arms reveal love can exceed even that of death and break the bonds of reasoned men
of course I have to end with this…. and all re-posts, likes, snowballs, spitballs and all sorts of diatribes.. are welcome, if you spent time reading this, thanks, I’ll never know it but perhaps screaming in the wind catches a few ears.
ck, no, not su, or fu, ‘c.k’. meaning Courtesy and Kindness… I am not going to go on with some long harangue (excellent word btw) about how there is less of these attributes populating the world today, because:
a) how would I know b) what’s the point anyway?
So (genesis of this), I was driving down the Parkway Sunday to spend the day in a lovely park (Big Brook) and the Parkway is already showing signs of “shore traffic“, that is the typical backup of the South direction in the morning, North in the evening, something you get quite used to being a New Jersey resident, there is an absolute mad dash down the roadway on every weekend starting, well, yesterday I suppose (it is not totally scientific, forgive my dalliance), so I had to deal with this super heavy merge, I try to be judicious with my driving (I am a big believer in alternate merging, I seriously don’t understand those who actively block you, I mean, you are gaining a car length buddy or two at best – wow for you, you won the internet…), so a gentleman (well, I’m not 100% sure really) let me in and I meant to do the courtesy wave, instead, for some reason unbeknownst to me even though I was the one producing the physical gesture, I kind of did a half point up instead of the approved wave form, and I did not see a reply in my rear view, so I hoped that my message was not ill-received, it made me think of a few things, one being the state of courtesy and kindness and my role in that, which is what I started rambling about here…
is there a point to actually doing these sort of things? I won’t make a difference even if I do these things.
Logically it is hard to argue against the above summation. However, I postulate to you (the one reading this) that it is better to strive for better even though we will certainly fall short (especially if you jump off a curb, joke). but more aptly…
“In the face of imminent death I would rather go with a smile than a scowl.”
Maybe this is simplistic, obvious, childlike, stupid, corny (insert your adjective of choice here)… Sure, I get it, but what is the alternative? And is that better off for all those involved (ahem, humanity) in the long run? This brings me to the intention of intent. Deep down we know what we are engaged in when we do it, but does someone else ever do (or do we assume)? Instincts are great but perhaps a pause in mind before an action, or an extra mental step to look down the line would better serve the end. Good intentions do not always have the expected result so use them with care, and like any other tool hone your skill as you grow. Why do people not think practice matters when it comes to courtesy and kindness. I posit that it is like any other thing we choose to do. The first time you stumble or perhaps screw the pooch entirely…. but given time you screw up less, that is the hope at best. Good intentions blended with proper preperation.
I don’t say all this to be preachy or pretend for even a barren nano-second that I embrace these ideals every minute of every day, in fact the fact that I have to expound these thoughts this way may mean they are not my natural inclination, perhaps true, however, I am choosing to look at that impossibly impassable mountain before me and climb anyway, surely, many days I wake and will not have the energy or verve to tackle the task…
but keep my eyes forward focused on the path
And somewhere along this blog road, perhaps, I can drag a few souls in a positive direction, at least, I think and that is my wish, with all of this.
might I keep these words alive
as with a beacon’s light
that faith may guide my mind
and god will temper my hand
(…and with that, good night my friends, exit stage dave)
I was pondering what my limits are when it comes to happiness, is there a well, a reservoir, a certain limit to my good nature and how exactly does that work? I thought about how some days my fuse is quite short but others not so much, do we possess…
a quotient of happiness ?
I quite imagine it is like a little jar, with some iridescent red fluid, stocked with a various amount any given day (maybe I grew up playing too many RPGs, fair point), regardless, this is what I visualize in my mind, what a grand thing it would be to know how much happiness I had in stock for the day before I stumbled out on the world, I might mete it out better or more copiously (depending – supply/demand happiness economics 101), this visceral representation in the mind might lend to a more balanced me, after all, especially on Mondays, I certainly could use an IV of good tidings to start the week, but how might I fill this heart container once drained? what if I set out to dream of happiness as I lay down at night? and how might I accomplish such a thing? counting smiling sheep perhaps? having Ed McMahon confirm that I may have already won 10 million dollars? a tropical island? a date with Drew Barrymore? maybe none of those things, maybe the key is just thinking about the subject at all, power through consideration, a mental reminder to recharge the resource for the good of all, I think I will give it a whirl, what’s the harm, although a smile to the next passing car does not seem to return the same… I’ll smile anyway.
apparently I am not the only one to ponder this particular conundrum, as a simple web search brought up the following…
if I only knew what I was getting into! seven steps… and here I thought I was all clever mcDavey with my little flask analogy like Legend of Zelda… hmmph. oh well, whatever the case may be, be happy.
So here I sit, halfway through May, 70! seventy seems like such a magical number, a threshold, perhaps mental or winter weary, just 24 mere hours ago I thought about penning the misery of a cold “unforgiving” rain, one that seemed keen to rob me of my day off, I can almost taste them now, in spring, days off, the promise of all the things I love to do outdoors crushed by the cruel scheduling of Mother Nature, but at least, for this moment, I can bask in this, especially after the tides of rain of late, my lawn certainly looks greener than I recall, my Japanese maple is invading the walking path to my door, taunting me to dust off my trimmer, my various bamboo plots are literally jumping out of the ground (not always where planned), the smell of a fresh cut lawn hits me, my neighbor has one of those do-it-all riding mowers and pretty much does my whole yard without a word, who am I to contest? our interactions at best are usually just the nod as I drive past in the morning to work, he’s a good guy, a family man, two kids, he and his wife have the same first name, some sort of cultural thing, “han”, I refer to them as Han Duo, and they get the joke, he invites me to his pool sometimes, I usually decline, at least, I have in the past, I see two asian indian girls walking up the street, I have seen them before, I always wonder about people’s stories, one of them is usually wearing some Rutgers schwag, I don’t know much more than that, or what house they are from, I used to know everyone up and down, but things are different now, or so I am told or so I experience, the day moon stands prominent just above the clouds, shaded in the same color of blue somehow, I’m sure there is some scientific explanation, but I’ll just take awe and contemplation as sustenance for now, maybe this is a perfect segment of time
no perceptible wind, seventy degrees, the sun is nearly down and certainly no longer in my sights, insects are not yet quite in season (although there are a few outliers but certainly not sipping mosquitoes), I try and listen to the stillness of it all and wish to internalize the sum, capture it, stow it away for future use, rare are the days that allergies do not cripple my olfactory line, this is one of those times, where I can feel the expression of all my senses full, I do not bemoan my condition, it is a mere penance compared to many before and gone, and even, perhaps, a too familiar friend all these years, my iris are in full bloom which most likely is a sure sign my daffodils are quite gone, I do not have the will to go look at the scene of the natural crime, why kill the mood? even the uneven sound of clamoring garbage bins being dragged out to the curb does not top the bird call competition, common birds but still a remarkable collection, and there is quite the mic battle, but, they seem almost like children trying to get the last word in, before the night, in between light
perhaps that is a better way to think of the dark.
Groovy, hypnotic bass line, kind of like Doors meets the Beatles.
(this is part of my porch series… an ongoing exploration of the same thing at different times but with the same mind, this one, all thoughts, comments, questions and likes are all appreciated, thanks.)
“guardian“ am I an observer in your hall a light embedded in the wall a light post to light your way around the corners to banish shadows so you might step confidently forward and around vigilant in my stay my light always upon you from my place of servitude unnoticed, I bow to you if only to light your way forward for you may be on your way in safe good light my light underfoot
notes… this can be taken a few ways, literal (as a light), a guardian angel, or also someone who works in the background for the betterment of someone else. How you take it is your decision but I wanted to articulate all it meant to me when I wrote it today, in a fever dream, ok, when I was chilling out and listening to the classical station on my TV…
music… maybe my post makes more sense that I was listening to this… (and usually I hate operas)
pasture and lawn reprieve: for now I see verdant swaths risen up from fallow flocks the world has turned to bloom life rides forward toward inevitable doom casting seeds upon the whim land and cone over the ground within carry on, to catch the sun oh dear mother, carry on
notes… written in my car 5/4 (yeah Star Wars day ya geeks…), rewritten tonight (I did make changes), here is the original as written (I want to be honest and show my true process):
pasture and lawn reprieve: for now I see verdant swaths risen up from fallow flocks the world has turned to bloom and life roars forward against that inevitable doom casting seeds upon the whim land and cone over the ground within carry on, to catch the sun oh dear mother, carry on
so the thrust of the poem is the same but I like my changes, it more reflects what I wanted to convey.
Shades of My Garden 