This is a massive heart~attack _To my sense of time.
I realized that_ When I thought of the way we live.
What _ Little time _ There is _ Needs our full attention.
The sublime test of this modus of terms.
Is all an illusion ___ To the subjugation.
Into the pressing business of being_ Misunderstood.
No action I take _ Claims advantage over the Production
Of Love_ Needed to fill the void of dreams
By our own hand_ In our Holy Hearts…We survive.
The pain of our lives is focused on the frailties of Existence
We are being driven over the cliff toward Redemption.
Loves suicide is a very public act. What matters that?
My thoughts are of this moment__ Which is common to us all.
When we have a future we believe in completely.
We go toward our present Peace…and our only Hope
With certitude _Is that the One~Belief is Everything.
Anyone who knows me _ Knows by now. That every once in Awhile.
I surrender to the light of no burden. I begin again.
What supercedes? Reply _ If based in the bare firmament of living.
At once to recall the vivid evocative words that fall in our midst.
Some taking _Some giving always wise to the frame.
I desire a way _ a connection to the relay circuitry.
I have been so blind and ordinary in my self indulgent crime.
I missed the boat and gave away the crown _One Life lived amidst
The past came and went_To the In-Between world _ Outside the Light.
Resolve here to say…I don’t really know why this is happening,
But, In the midst of ordinary life, with conversation
_ Just to the side.
I gave into being astride the elliptical tide
And entered the stream of life.
_ Just there in the night.
On the magic box I was willing myself home
To another encounter with similacritude.
So, As disturbing as hell, and Well!…
Just not_ A new Dimension.
My cause is my lost purpose;
It is my will to find the formula.
Using the certain evidence of promotion to fill the file.
My noted attempts keep me believing something must come of this.
One day Is Tonight… Obviously!
Instantly… I was struck by the clarity of this ‘Hurricane’.
Neil Young ‘ala mode’…et al…”I was blown away”
And when it unconventionally… Added in the movie-ola footage of yesteryear.
I went into a fugue of delight based on “Nothing At All”.
Except, that I was intrigued enough to disappear into myself
And convene a new kind of submission. What is in the way?
Nothing except a thousand screaming grains of sand falling
Through the fill-up of my Bare~Existence.
Only Time and Preparation…Remain.
Thanks to the inevitable calling
Through ‘The Remains of the Day’.
I am done for tonight.
All that remains _ Is to say…..Thank You!!!
I am beholden to the musical visionary Neil Young and his
entourage from the American Tour(1982)
For ‘Like A Hurricane’
And the clever art direction _For the video_
Which was created by the (A View To A Kill) Channel~ YouTube
The movie footage is from a movie trailer of a film
w/ Rita Hayworth
As Gilda_’the Incomparable One’ and Glenn Ford, as Everyman.
So,now,I have to go to bed. Come what may.
In the nebulous adventure of having lived
Through _This evening
I took some flack for taking this time
To create an unknown product.Which
No one here(Home) ‘in my view’_shares
Please,please__ Allow me the dignity of finding my relevance.
I am trying through my efforts _To conceive the End
Of Being Lost_ With the Hope
That one day _ Circumstance and Consideration
Will reveal the Artistry
Of My Having Lived
This Certain Life
This is all about original creation _ to Me.
Whoever reads this _ I hope you will consider.
My molded immobile~mobile_ Sense of Frame
Not just another workout…or Another day’s useless energy spent.
I really am gone.
I really love all of you.
Thank you for being so wise and wonderful.
And so forgiving.