The archer was small but very good at his chosen field. His eye the eye of Eagle or Hawk. His mind, sound but for a few thoughts of how it all fit together. You see he was not at all that sure that what he saw was all there was. He pondered many evenings on what reality really could be and decided it could be anything he really believed. This act brought him many tribulations amongst the nonbelievers but he did not see their wrath at his door for in his world they did not exist. The loud Zen Master …

Once there was a truck who was old and more than rusted …
Though it still felt strong, with a heart that could still be trusted …
It longed for some crazy youth to fill it with laughter, to push it to the limit …
And a youth did come but sad it was with half a will just was not in it …
The kid it seemed had other dreams and it was just too much to finish …
So the truck sat with dimming hope and cancer forming where metal was needed to replenish …
But then one day an old fellow spied her …
And hopped right inside her …
With a smile a mile wide asked … hey kid how much ya want … and such …
The kid looked at him, for that old bucket I’ll take what ya got and from the looks that ain’t much ! …
The old man bought the truck with all he had then went scouting …
A wheel here, a bargain there and soon you could hear him shouting …
One last touch was to paint the eye of Von Dutch …
That and a little tweek to the clutch …
You and me, we are fine old antiques, we fit like hand and glove …
And off they went, the Chevy and man and all it took was a little love !

Sometimes the best is left unseen while in a dream.
No matter the quest of the dreamer life flows in other forms and different dreams seem to swirl without consequence of the dreamed outcome and the dreamer though satisfied in his thoughts will never know the other nor will the other know the dream.

All roads lead to Rome … it was a true statement about any paved road at one time long ago when Roman engineers and military work gangs put together super highways that funneled trade goods back to the seat of power and made it much easier to get goods and services back to that army to keep it supplied with the necessities of life as viewed by the soldiers of the day. It also lead the invading armies to their goals. I wonder how the Germanic tribes with Attila, the Carthage elephants and Guals once on the roads of paved all weather travel thought and were guided like arrows to the heart of power there.
I bet if any of those invading armies ever hit the shores in Los Angeles they would starve before they found Sacramento.
You can’t eat much even if you have a map of the stars.

I can not help looking around the next bend.
Some days it brings sorrow and heart ache,
Some times a great realization of beauty but always,

always I find something new and exciting around that bend.

A delicate balance of dark taken from night to bathe the light of love from it’s blinding self and passion flirts with immortality in an intricate dance of eternity.

Passion

One day once upon a time, much like this very day , there lived in a place that was full of magic a very lucky boy …
His name was Very Lucky Boy and he was very happy. He had Very good friends and they were happy people also…
It so happened that people who didn’t live where the Lucky Boy lived were greedy and tried to take all the happiness away by destroying the economy of the Lucky people and making the things they believed in tarnish in the light of the sun…
It was so bad that one or two of the Lucky Boy’s favorite people started telling little white lies and trying to make up stories…
Lucky Boy saw this and it made him sad but before becoming bitter, Lucky Boy was even luckier and found some old friends he had not seen in many years who were still happy and did not believe in sad, unlucky things…
They came to lucky Boy and said great things that filled him with so much hope and happiness it drove the sad thoughts back to where they started and Lucky Boy was even happier than before…
He was so happy that even on a winter day he saw rainbows and blue skies…

John’s dog is a happy pup though some times his ears are pinned back low.
John loves his pet, they romp and bite as they frolic in the snow.
John laughs at pup for trying to slip away.
Pup loves the boy but wishes he could teach him to “STAY !”

Centuries pass before the oak reaches final mass, decline surely to follow, a hard thing for the giant to swallow.
Gray and great, in summer heavy with green, the kind seen only in my dreams that seed my night and propagate.
With tentacled feet reaching deep, deeper than my soul can fathom, askew and random.
It could be me standing there, the wind rustling my hair, thinking lofty thought, stuck within my only plot.

The Oak-N-Me

Well I best be asking old Moon to come back because I haven’t seen it in a while. I aught to make a business of doing that because I know the moon is either shy or gets mad easily and will go away and it scares people. SOOOO for just a few coins I will beseech the moon on your behalf to come back when you peeve her off . You seem to do that every month but she likes me and will come back if I ask her. I figure between all of you a dollar a month, or more if you were really bad see me on the side, would do the trick. Why so much you ask? Well it takes all my time thinking of how to get your money , … errr I mean … how to bring her back. She demands that I come before her dressed in fine clothes with gold embroidery ya know, then there is the part that with all my time begging on your behalf I have no time to work so need a little bit for my new truck , … err I mean … gas to light the flames of passion I dedicate to her though all those flames make my house very warm it will all be for you. SO give it up for Moon’s day will ya?

Oh Moon , I , on behalf of those who donated ONLY!, I beseech you to come back into our lives and light the way in our night that we may not trip on that extra lamb shank I bought with fat money and may you make them understand that if they give me more I will buy more that I … err … We might walk in safety the darkened streets that economy has laid upon us.
Yes I said it …

January Moon

Who knows the questions of a cat, of what it thinks of moons and Junes at supper time and where the hell you’re at.
Why it looks so disgusted while sitting patiently, all knowing fur ball, much more clever than me.
I must toil, scrimp and save while kitty waits by the door for master, her slave.
Loyal only if fed and pampered to the last straw but stumble once and she gives you a claw.
And if you forget her for even one meal it’s most likely it’s off to another master she’ll steal.

Miss T

No matter how hard through the window to the future I look, alas tis always the past I see looking back at me in the glass and by the time the future comes around there is no way to change the things I should have done. Only a static rush of things gone by, a passing sound.

I thought about it many times and asked many scholars from many religions and all had something to say but none that satisfied me as to why earthly gold had anything to do with heaven, it all belongs to God anyway so he doesn’t need any more.

Nope only people lust after money and it is true in all religions that wealth on earth is linked in some way with the all mighty. Either he will give you it for believing in him or you should give it so his works can be done here on earth as if he needed any help in any matters at all.

Well I am not the wisest of people nor the smartest seed on the olive tree but I think Money serves other masters than God!

“Give unto Cesar what is …….. “

I was on the road and weary, walking all the day.
Evening came with cold dark skies and I looked for some weeds within to lay.
No one had I seen to hitch a ride, the pain in my head grew and hunger deep inside.
I hauled up underneath a tree, amongst some savory weeds that looked ok to me.
To stem my hunger I grabbed a few, put water in my cup, a hunk of shoe and started my hobo stew.
As the sun was sinking my fire was warm and I was thinking.
This soup is mighty tasty with those funny weeds, why I should put more in, I’ll add some seeds.
Evening sun was yellow and almost dim when I heard “AHEM’ coming from a wee little fellow.
I jumped in surprise two feet high, he just stood there, backlit, his vehicle near by.
He said as I settled against the tree, ” you were looking tired and a ride I have for just a little fee “.
I stammered ” WWWhat might it be you could possibly want from me?
He smiled a funny crooked smile so wide with lips so thin and skin like desert dried hide.
“Why some of your tucker, I’ve come a long long way and I missed my supper.”
I looked at him and then my cup. I shoved over what was left and invited him to sup.
As he sipped like a gentleman of taste I watched for sign he might lay me to waste.
He did not though and only spoke of wondrous things while stuffing more weed into his poke.
He said to me it must be grand for you to have such food and all this land.
I said it was and looked around. No other living thing could be found.
He finished with a noisy slurp rubbed his round tummy and let out a burp.
The earth it shook and rumbled, the sound so strong in made me tumble.
I got back up as he laughed so loud it laid the grass so low it looked plowed.
He said ” Because you were so kind to share your fair, my ride and I will take you anywhere”
He spread his arms and looked to the skies, a twinkle in those deep purple eyes.
I asked if there was no limit, he said ” not for you my friend anywhere you wish and time can’t dim it.”
I pondered a bit . You don’t get a chance like this often so I searched my whit.
I looked out and pointed saying “Among those stars?”
He chuckled a little saying “yes I’ve been there but I’m not so sure take some care!”
I cried “YES YES out there’s the place, no more running this crazy race!”
We hugged shoulder to shoulder. He pointed the way and walked me over.
He stuffed me in a funny machine while he slipped to controls in between.
The engines fired with a shake, we bolted like the strike of a snake.
We flew through the universe his eye on his dial. I said I was tired and slept for a while.
When I awoke though it was with a bad omen you see for he had left me under that same old oak tree.
Now some say it’s wondrous and some say it was the weed but I say I slept soundly on old shoe and seed.

Build me an edifice of brick and wood, make it grand to get the respect it should.

Throw in some bars of steel back them with darkness for that ”or else you will” feel.

Make it tough with perfect line but carve the columns, capitals and filigree in pine.

Place it well in the town center, a place you want all to enter.

Surround it with trees of stature and grace , grass and shade, a picnic place.

Mark it with letters of “Justice for all”, make the colonades slender and tall.

But most of all fill it with honest people who truly feel we all are equil!

Zeek here loved stealing cat food from the cat bowl, he was the best I have ever seen, actually going between the cats legs while the cat was eating. He is an inspiration to me as to bold action and sad endings as well for he did that one too many times and Tailess made him pay! Still he lived the life of great courage and fat times while he was on top of his game, what more can we ask but that out of life?

 Zeek the sneak …

Reflections in a pool are like our recollections of life, sometimes clear but most times a little rippled and colored.

  Mr. P. Kin was found early this morning, lying motionless at his home at Gardener lane.

Oh Moon of our ancients should I see you in the same light I too might believe the more your magic. Though even now I wonder at your power and delight in the high contrast shadows that flow like ink across the desert where Ansel Adams was your friend.

There are days I feel so small and wish I were bigger than big taller than tall.

I would be handsome for all to see, I’d put on fall colors and say look at me.

But then I think that if I were so tall my mother couldn’t reach me to kiss me and all.

My friends would not be able to play, Id be so tall I could not hear what they say.

So for now at least I should be happy with what I can do.

I can watch from above all the things smaller than you.