How Do You Define A New Life?

What’s so good?

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What do I do?
Here I am updating my LinkedIn profile, and back to being twelve. 

I feel like my kid-self gushing to my kid sister:
Look what I can do!
See what I just did?

Her forehead wrinkles.
Her eyes drain.  She cocks her brow.
Her chin turns up and her mouth turns down.
She looks away. Then turns back with a disinterest and 
that tone.
Her and LinkedIn, both.

What have you been doing for the last few years?

Yes. And?
What’s so good about that?
Oh yeah?
So?
So what?
Yeah. But, what’s so good?

LinkedIn’s haughty smug questionnaires are a different kind of third degree.
Why, only that?
That doesn’t answer the question.
From when to when, and what exactly?

How does that add up?

I’m painting myself into a corner. My instinct is to back away from these intimidating forms trying to get me to trim myself down into a formula.

What are your accomplishments?

Even if I had been working at a conventional job for the past few years, I still wouldn’t up-sale my heroic accomplishments like most guys would.
I’d still be down-playing my worth and value like as many woman do.

What have you been doing for the last few years?

Do you really wanna know?

I didn’t think so.

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What If

You slowly sink into Life
The Life that is your Life
Whatever it is you are
You are alive
In it
It may be
Aliveness
Wellness
In you
In me

My Origin Story-“Hate”

“I don’t understand hate.”
“I will never understand hate.”
“Yeah me either.”
“Just don’t get how people can hurt other people”.

I found this deadly conversation on Facebook by artists authors thought leaders the ones who are entrusted to know better. Sadly our short collective memory blanks out how very close to yesterday back in our church days if you were one of many of the popular American religions you were taught to believe homosexuality led to Sodom and Gomorrah being destroyed. A whole two cities devoured by holy flalmes for tolerating that abomination.

It’s all interpreted right there in both Christian and Muslim religion’s holy writings. So, it’s something way different from the catch-all phrase “hate” that is causing so much pain and death discrimination and hurt.

For a minister at least one in this case the one in California to stand up and celebrate someone finally doing God’s will is pretty natural. It’s part of being “right”.
I’m reminding myself that my ancestors and my culture up till now have been violent. We wage justified wars that are still going on. We lynched black folks and have disrespected and rejected “sodomites” for centuries now.

Not long ago it was legit to kill Catholics then in turn Protestants for being Catholic or being Protestant then both killing Muslims. I’m pretty sure my ancestors being faithful and devout men and woman participated in all the holy killings back then because they continued right up to very close to the present being devout and holy killers. Being faithful and devout myself, I thought the “right” half of that crap was all good.

Holy killings. Fighting for whats right. Soldiers for freedom. We still do it. The least we can do is admit we do not understand “hate”. That we are it. Whatever that word has come to mean. We do it. We have been doing it together.

I have. I understand “hate”. I have lived and continue to live hate.

Now I just wonder what I can do about it.

Wonder with me.

 

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World of Personcraft

An epitome

Individual curiosity

Lotteried kill sets

Oaths fall-downs

warped twisted intact

Personality chosen

Sides

Level ups death

Playing me

Like you

Into some being

New

 

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Face the Page

My wondering face

Faceing life

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Music Dies?

Beauty for beauty’s sake

Is free from the singing soul

While the body’s at stake

Wonder?

 

The best way
of life in a statement
from a distance
between the lines
in your head

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Bottled?

Walk The Line

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Experienceing the line between reality and fiction tastes indescribable, feels reality bending.
Reality, sometimes fluid often pliable can be the original awsome, even creepy, depending on the cultural vocabulary of images you can reach for when you attempt to describe what the hell just happend, or didn’t, either way, to yourself.
The universe isn’t so dull, is it, that each experiancer, always gets the same “unimaginable” experiance, always clearly describable in no uncertain terms, predictable, always positive or always negative or always neutral?
The boring-est movie ever is just like that. Zero ratings is just like the way I notice expecting my reality to behave: bland, unsurprising, predicable, all done before then institutionalized in some Bible or other. The terms, the code rules my experience snuggles under, folds into and creates itself by must be wearing a mass uniform.
My expectations must be so I can pass the boring enough test,  sane enough test, scientific enough test, has it happened before enough test.
Then, if it happens to pass those tests, these ones will weed it out: The is it possible? imaginable? repeatable? duplicatable? Even the just credible tests I lay on myself cuz I sorta want to fit in turn my world pink and elephantine.
Does my world exsist?
Nah.
Squishing this me into a tiny cell I give myself as a sanity challenge doesn’t only look weird.

Squashes brain, constricts heart, deflates lungs, feet and hands cramp and tingle, tucked in tight.

I am gonna fit in. I wanna live in the world.
To live in here, is to fit in here.

Toes can’t even wiggle.

Wooooot! I am sane!

That and love began to exist the precise instant science figured out how to prove it does.
Before that, it didn’t exsist.

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Inner Beings Outer Beings  Artfully Sync

To Be Creepy-Unexpected

Out of Sync

urgency flashes
a storm of wonder
tripped angling twirls asunder
drank two into three
gives away four
has five more than just before
of six impossible things
unexpected
un-suspecting me

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Pictures? None Taken

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Ah, looking up
The sky’s in my eye
I’m not quite as lost as a star
Me and the leaves
Turning brown, drifting down
We’ll live again blown on a breeze

 

The Missing- We Miss Out

Missing people strangers

Out of art’s mind

Mis-fitted driven mad

Beauty un-enjoyed
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Curated eyes

Delighted edge

Seeing un-made art

Deprive a brocken world again

Already locked apart

Of crazy

Is insane

Turn Turn Turn

Passion Wants You! Surrender  It Comes Out

The Seasons

Turn

Life morphs her form

Season reasons

Moon cycles burn

Creative season Springs

Work zodiacs then learns

 Favorite season creates

Contemplation Falls on me

Play dances us away

Random Harvests time

Dark Night of Winter’s Soul

Summer is Winter riding low

Two weeks vacation sweetens

Two month’s fruit

Then, forced a Season

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Five A Day

Daily Prompt: Five a Day

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

I am vacationing on this private Earth island.

Been here for a while.

So far I have bought into the limited.

You will only supply me with five foods a day now will you?

Well that is not good enough. Not anymore.

I am not your captor.

Five a Day

Here is the list of what I am having:

All five food groups each for each of my five bodies every day

Cooked and served please

Spirit Body

Mind Body

Physical Body

Emotional Body

Body of Work

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We want Five a Day!

We need Five a Day!

We get Five a Day!

Any Questions?

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We take care of ourselves and each other.

No compromise.

Thank You for your kind support Facilitator.

Life is Good.

Austin Local Flavor – Tourist Guide

Flavor is in relationship. Yummy people! Tasty things. Breathable feelings.

Flavor is a recipe.  Subtle spice, people salt, texture things, color mixed, just so original ingredients, design place flavor.

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Flexible Boundaries

My Mustache
My Mustache

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Made Perspective

The usual staple ingredients are pretty much the same everywhere. It’s the details that delight you. The details of landscape, story, living things.

The flavor of a place.

Local flavor is song of people in their happy places, letting bees buzz.

I keep Austin weird. Enough of us do to cook Austin a creative wild dish for the world to taste once and want to stay.

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Relationship With Our Passed

Places have unique flavor color weirdness. 

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Perspective

Sideways traditions.

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Writing Shoes

As weird as you really are.

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Daily Prompt: Local Flavor

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LunchTime-Photo Challenge

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