Gee, it’s cold, oh, so cold, so osni, ask Ann Bancroft, the explorer about a photo of her on top of Mt. Denali, i said it must be cold there, she said, like it is outside here now! Makes me thankful for the heat, a place to keep warm, and, it is my home, makes you wonder why home is in such a cold place. Oh, well, stay warm and may love touch you all!
LOVE IS A CRAZY NUT TO CRACK! SUDDENLY IT APPEARS, IT REMAINS FOR A MOMENT, OR MAYBE, EVEN A LIFETIME, OR SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL OF THAT. SO SWEET, SO GOOD, SO BAD, SO WRONG, MAYBE IT TURNS OUT TO BE, NOT SO GREAT, AFTER ALL, GOES AWAY, TO ANOTHER, MAYBE, TO JUST AROUND THE TWISTED CORNER AND WAITS TO PAIN YOU, OR GOES DEEP TO STAY SO TRUE, SO CRAZY, SOMETIMES MAKES YOU GET SO CRAZY, MAYBE YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS ALREADY CRAZY. LOVE IS A CRAZY THING, NEVER REALLY THE SAME, BUT, FOR SURE, IT’S CRAZY IN LOVE, IT CAN MAKE ONE GO CRAZY!!!
Another season, i don’t get older, always been old. Mother asked me to allow for her to rest some of the year, so, I made winter with its snow, ice, wind chill! i made the cold, so, everybody would be nice to each other. Made the moon be bright, so, everybody can see why they should be thankful. I made the north star, so, you wouldn’t get lost, the northern lights, so, you would love me too, even, if your freezing cold and numb!
“Standing on the footsteps of before, memories explode, unfolding like yesterdays’ sheets, I sit at dusk, like a bird, preening myself, as the sun sets. Seeing what happened, knowing that’s over, waiting for the next to arrive, comfort knows anxiety.”
“With a flash of a lash, a whiff of years, pealed off me, like a potato going to the boiling pot! A smile insured more, as eyes connect like a lazer beam making conact with some material, it didn’t matter that i had long ago gave up on love and even random sex, lust forgets reality, overlooks maturity, yes, she must be absolutely wonderful or so my thoughts tell me.”
“Cloudy mind floats without a direction, accidents occur with random selection in control, encounters happen, lost chances go by unnoticed, last gone except for a number and giving a lot of what I wanted doesn’t earn much interest. Tired body struggles with hesitation, “Why the Cowboy Hat? Why Not says Me! My bag rolls in every direction, my mind doesn’t agree with my heart, united in difference, occupy joint space, heading back to the cold of alone like a empty mine.”
Can One remember 100%, One Hundred percent, surely, there must be some forgotten, there must be something not remembered, it must be imbeded somewhere, it must be implanted somehow, yet, if One is intact, functioning on all cylinders, does it matter, if not all accounted for? If not recorded with no collaborating witness, is it a viable element, is it a creditable part of the whole. But, is not LIFE, the sum of one, minus some and plus way much more! Tatanka Ohitika-12.29.17 St. Paul, MN.
It’s all gray matter, the mix of white & black, blended colors of words, lies and truth, the mating version of this & that, ends up somewhere living in the gray matter of the masses…
Suddenly out of nowhere, he appears, he, the dark man looms upon the scene, not dark of color, but of nature. As if a ominous cloud or shady vail surrounds or separates him from everything else. Like a giant shadow with a deep low voice, it booms out like a wild beast angry about to pounce upon a prey, “TURN THE LIGHTS ON!” He says, without any delay, I, automatically flip the switch to that demanding command. And, there upon all the walls covered with reflective mirrors, ‘ME’ looking myself,” So dark, oh, I’ve become!” shouts me as the clouds rain on everything else but ME, the Dark Man!
I was created in the state of spiritual interchangism, somewhere out of the religious dogma and indigenitys’ resistance. The child abducted from the womb of the Motherland. Surviving by societal norms and survival results, against all odds, the body harbors no ill will to the spirits’ legacy within it runs nakedly free without any worries of contact or exposures’ desire for it lives entirely encased in me!
HEED NOT THE SCREENING OR REQUIRE ANY INSIGHTFULNESS, TO HEAR THE ABASH THAT FINDS THE FINDERS’ HOME, IN THE LOSING OF A LOSER, WHO WINS THE LOSS, EXPOSES THE TAKE OF THE TAKER WHO GROPES FOR A REPLY TO JOUST A BOUT.
IN PAIRS THEY ARRIVE, TOP AND BOTTOM, MAKE UP FOR THE LOPIDIZED CENTER, TOGETHER THEY DEPART WITHOUT ANY FANFARE, JUST DRIFT ABOUT LIKE A LEAF ROLLING, WILLY, DILLY, FULL OF SILLY.
ALL THE WORLDS’ MERIT MEANS NOTHING TO THE FOOLISH, HEAR THE HUSH OF THE CROWD, IGNORE THE APPLAUSE AND TREASURE THE BOOS, FOR ONE DAY, YOU WILL HEAR NONE OF THEM IN ANOTHERS’ SOLILOQUY !
ONCE UPON A TIME, LONG AGO OUT OF THE DARK CLOUDS REFLECTING OFF THE CLEAR BLUE WATER THE LONE WOLF EMERGED MAKING A LIFE OUT OF THE FOGGY MESS! IN SPITE, OF ANY INBRED TRAITS OF WOLF PACK MENTALITY, HE TRAVELLED SOLO AMONGST THE MASSES, EVEN WHEN JOINED BY OTHERS, STILL HE WALKS THE SINGULAR STRUT DOWN THE NATURAL PATH INTO THE DEEP WOODS OF CERTAIN DOUBT PRANCING WITH THE DETERMINATION FORGED FROM THE SEPARATIONS WITH ALL THE TEMPORARY BONDS. HE LOOKS ABOUT AS HE AGES, KNOWING THE DAYS ARE NUMBERED AND ENJOYMENT IS TEMPERED BY PHYSCIALITY, BUT, ENHANCED WITH THE MATURITY OF AGE. THE GRATIUDE FOR ALL THE BLESSINGS HE RECEIVED THAT MAKES HIS COMPASSION GREATER FOR THE PERSONAL CHOICE OF ONESELF!