Sunday, November 29, 2009

kenneth elmer finley, rest in peace.











all those days with you had an effect on me
that cannot be quantified
only memorized 
you always had the right song
in your head
you would whistle
instead of the radio
or sing an old song
all along, you had the years
and quiet opinions and disposition
of one who saw what was to be seen
you, a keen listener
a grandfather
a friendship of years apart
a generation skips
to find itself again
never in the children
maybe in your children's children.  

Monday, November 23, 2009

tofitian











sand
rocks
tales
talks
swaying trees
breaking surf
white
wind
storm
logs
washed up
washed out
you could cut through the sheets of rain
you could be soaked in only a few minutes
tall grass
the road, at last
snow in the pass
on the way there
on the way home
we roam
together



Saturday, November 14, 2009

It takes time just to make time
and that is what we have to work with
the thoughts are what slow us down
instilling fear and common sense
renting it all \and not claiming ownership
over the race
and a place, to call home
or something like that
the one that leaves is the one that gets away
you're the one that stays
just by staying
it is the power of earth
and the fire to ignite
it is the right, thing to do
let's do it.

Friday, November 13, 2009

learning to fly


                                                                  photos by colby
music moved you, hit you
made you silent
thought of those days
seems all has changed now
irreplaceable, it finds its' way to the top again
those youthful days return
to find you there, listening
understanding all that is meant to be heard
and discovered
to be real
to be realized
is all you need

hand in hand, is the way we went
you and me
with the wind at our backs
the sun in our eyes, we knew
what the other had said
without speaking...
we knew that blue
was the new black
and that time was, in fact, on our side
listening for the signs, we find
that all of the dreams were real
even the ones where we fly.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Berlin wall has been gone 20 years.


Here we are, twenty years after the 'official' fall of Communism in the East, what has changed? I mean, people in East Germany can go to the store and get a loaf of bread. Without being shot by government troops. So that's definitely an improvement, no doubt about that. A lot of property was expatriated from people, as capitalism bit into the stunned and terribly curious lot that had not been allowed to cross over since 1961. The barb wire was stretched out by the truckload in the course of an evening, leaving families and friends separated for 28 years. I am sure the East German government had just witnessed the horror of Tiannemen  Square and knew the world was not in any mood to see more governments commit more violence against its' own people. Instead, they had to cave in under the pressure of a movement that could not be stopped. It just gained momentum and became too big.
Soon after, came Russia, the Kremlin would krumble, and who would keep the temperature just right at the Lenin tomb? Things could get relatively ugly if it warmed up in there.
Meanwhile, they were lining up for Pepsi and cigarettes while the mob and fragments of the Kremlin ran the country and China moved into the forefront of the whole balance of power, what with all their factories and cheap labor and access to cheap minerals. Enter America into the equation, and you have got some interesting times.
The wall was a symbolic structure that was begging to be torn down by so called free nations, and everyone could shake hands and kiss babies and they could all pat themselves on the back, listen to shitty music and vote for assholes, or just not bother to vote at all, for the next decade or so. 
Throw a fucking Jihad into that mix and there is going to be some serious shit go on. Pay attention. 
Then people talk to each other and some shit starts to change. Maybe everywhere. Maybe sometime. This always happens. It always seems to lose steam and flounder, creating a vacuum of intellectual thought and public discourse. 
Then the dead space fills with change. We change so quickly, as a society. And we have all become so much more global in the last 20 years. Even poor people have access to computers, eventually. Suddenly the world is democratic again, a free online world emerging, where people get to be anonymous, seeking refuge from their everyday reality of stress and time management.
The wall seems so distant now.  Like the world now has bigger fish to fry.