Thoughts on Scotty

"I'm an engineer, Captain, not a miracle worker!"
-James Doohan as Scotty (Montgomery Scott) STAR TREK

Haiku3- for Mariah and Kaver

Guarding the future
Majestically keeping watch
How proud the falcon.

Flutterings

I really envy butterflies,
and their natural beauty.
Their selfish act of
pure survival and instinct.
In that they really have no
other earthly agenda but to
make more butterflies.
What wonder.
How simple.
How beautiful.
And the morning sky not far
from Biggsville suddenly
opened a huge swarm of
these unearthly creatures.
And then I tresspassed upon
their airy sanctuary and felt,
for a long second, like an
intruder in my own land.

Passion Fix

If you want it,
it's never enough.
If you stand on it,
it's a firm foundation.
If you need it,
it will elude you.
If you sit on it,
it will receive you.
If you set it free,
it will reward you.
If you lay with it,
you'll be content.
If you cast it from your life,
you will die.

Notes on the passing of Hunter S. Thompson

Often times, the manner of one's exit from this life reflects the manner of one's life.

Hearts

Shattered into a million

pieces,

swept away like old

dirt.

Thrown out like yesterday's

newspapers.

Recycled like the glass it

resembles,

to try again.

Chains

We are all free spirits

chained to each other

and ourselves.

Life

Birth

deadlines

committments

newspapers

obligations

rust

denial

choices

phone calls

bills

unresolved bullshit

taxes

strife

headaches

dreams

escape

truth

trust

love

sacrifice

happiness

euphoira

death.

Recollections

Rub the flint and steel together-let's party.

Spin some Savoy Brown

open up some ancient Heinkein (with part of the cork in the bottom of the

bottle).

Devour chocolate in layers.

What does Mozart do to

your soul?

Squalor

Green leaves

to yellow

returns to red.

Etc.

And out the

door she

goes,

into her

safety net

of urban

decay.

Haiku2

Leaves whisper gently in wind.

Grass cries underfoot.

Sparrow flies high over head.

Haiku

Much is to be learned

from a single blade of grass

growing amid rocks.

24 Hour Bugs

Swarming together in a

frenzy of

mating rituals.

The species continues for

another 24 hours.

Pedicure

Clip--- goes my toenails

across the floor---

hits the cat.

Excellent---

2 points.

Of Little Consequence

The book I was reading went

smack across the floor,

the phone rang.

Nothing I've done

matters anymore.

Here and Now

What I will do

I have already done.

Sing the Blues

I have a weakness

for men with

long hair,

who sing the blues

with their eyes.

Wall Scrawl

I'm writing madly

on the wall

of my life.

First musing

First musings tend to be a bit.....difficult, pretentious, even disturbing. My hope is that none of this is the case. Currently, I am in the process of discovering my life and what I want to do with it; or, rather, what I was really put on this lovely Earth to do. What is it I want to do when I grow up? I have trouble narrowing it down to just one thing. I want to.....Love and be loved, i want to garden and grow things, I want to explore more of God's creation. Is that asking too much? I think not!