I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

My sweet friend, Doreen
I'm enthusiastic we're to dine
in your fine home on the 'morrow.

I've so much to tell of dear mr. cat,
his sorrow of the garden dying this time
of year, for August is quite the fright.

"Luck is what luck becomes!", he spat
and the sparrows had dropped seedlings
behind his compost!

For he is the very close companion
of your especially selected handsome Chef.
Always such a spot of light for our occasions.

In good cheer of getting together,
yours truly,
this lucky girl.

[the mingo]

I saw the moon & Jupiter
last night ... yesterday a woman who said she never understood grumpy people sold me a hot dog - it was hot & juicy. I held it in my right hand and held a Jeep in the other. Today going to kayak & camp. The sky is clear and there is mist in the low places of the fields. The weekend says "come to me, ride my dark waters, live in my forests & count my stars. If I find the right rock out there I'm going to write upon it - " The past is beyond rescue, & so is the future ".

Got a new tent yesterday. BIG dome tent. NO MORE TURTLE TENTS FOR ME, MA ! I'm glad everyone came from everywhere to live here 'cause this place needs us.

My great grandmother married three times and buried every one of those men. It took the combined efforts of cancer & diabetes to lay her to rest.

The mist is beginning to lift from the fields. Me too. Catch ya later.

[SadLuckDame]

We're in good spirits, and with mingo on an adventure, that keeps even better spirits. Let nature nestle you in, a new tent and more earth to travel. It's the heighth of a good time coming.

[SadLuckDame]

Cause We Can Go Straight Up

The catfish prowled
and the moon struck
a Sagittarian bow to me...

I'd reached in my pockets
to throw rocks on his head!

No longer trying to drown
in that deep bottomed pond,
it was useless.

Internal will to exist
to be grander than I'd found tolerable,

straight up on my tippy toes,
finger tips towards that moon.

"I'm to be grand, you see."
I thought he'd chomp off my head.

I, the flip of lady, slipped
fell flat, a Daffi, laid spent on mud,
without battling the broad.

The elusive catfish surfaced,
looked up at me

looked down at the water.
There'd been onerous laughter,
"Silly girl, your heart beats!

Get up and greet me,
we'll do time." We always do time.
I told him I'd dropped my ribbons for him.

"It is we breathe, that's what to do
about it." he'd said. "A great breadth,
we're adventurous."

And the catfish let me live.

[SadLuckDame]

When Catfish
writes like a Hemingway,
I read a billion meanings
within it.

What does a Catfish
mean by what he says.

[still.trucking]

In the Hebrew mind we are composed of three entities; body, breath and mind. In future issues we will examine each of these but for now let us simply make some general definitions for them. The body is the flesh, bones and blood, the vessel. The mind is ones thoughts and emotions. The breath is ones character, what makes a person who they are.


The soul is the whole of the person, the unity of the body, breath and mind. It is not some immaterial spiritual entity it is you, all of you, your whole being or self.

Biblical Word of the Month - Soul
http://www.ancient-hebrew.org/emagazine/012.html

Frankly my dear I don't know
who can understand the words of a wise catfish and his dark sayings. Proverbs paraphrased.




Sorry for the rambling
thank you for the poem
I dreamed about a beautiful snake goddess once
or maybe it was not a dream but a trip on the blue mushrooms
not sure what thats gots to do with catfish but it was on my mind.
Mingo's snake dream
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=19065

[SadLuckDame]

Maybees you're Ernest, women go gaga, so they say.
I had a dream too, it was a tall ladder and there was my soul trip.

That is amazing, mingo, I likes it.

[SadLuckDame]

Partly Cloudy


The eye drawn to a glitter tip
of six inch heels,
it is wine glass stems
on high wire rim,

her tiny feet
fifty foot in the air
and our chests pumping
each step speculation they'll tip.

Legs appear straighter, then longer,
very dizzy going straight up
and we look up, and up
the air comes like a clean,
sharp man

whom crouched to whisper.
The edge of the skirt rises,
almost, just a timing.

Severe line on top
right before it climbs
she puts a skinny black holder,
gold tip, with cigarette lit
between her lips,
a long drag, only this
with our silence.

Conscientious
there is no fog in the sky,
a steely glare she holds
as if facing a death wish
and God,

or we know
it's all heart instead of this middle line

perhaps Ginger Rogers
meets Fred Astaire
on the lighted opera stair,
a head in whimsy

pleads him be dangerous to declare,
daring the space in-between
their heat, their stares.

She is out there for a love.
Hey love, do you walk on thin air,
will I find you on top of the world,
do I see you in a crowd
or shall you reveal, too

a steady foot
before a step slips
down, down, down

What she must feel
a pitter patter
may only be seconds
but lively!

if contemplating death
than I can't imagine not knowing
how alive this is.

[SadLuckDame]

First thoughts on death I guess. I must of been four when I knew. It was a guilt of the future self, an awareness of my innocent spirit then and a knowledge of what it'd become. A four year old's burdens were of future self, not of how and who I was then, cause then was a knowledge of something innocent and correct, but knowing it was human and vulnerable, which led to corruption, temptation and death.

I always want to get her back briefly to tell her not to be afraid of me and that I loved that she thought so much of me and less of herself, in-fact, she'd cared so much for me and what I'd have to face, that she wanted us to be carried off in an unusual style, an early death by accident, a little prayer up requesting it. Too much fear there for a four year old to manage, wish I could love her and go back to say, we're gonna be strong and doing fine, no worrying over us like that any longer.

[SadLuckDame]

More on death... moved from Jack's diary.


And thinking of the fruit tree, it was that I had seen it, and when I could barely see the fruits curves or that I could only see the fruit curve, because of previous knowledge from seeing it previously. Reminds me of one of my pictures of a wine glass. I see the glass because I'd seen it in the light, but through the camera lens and shadow, it is much more difficult to make out. Only that I was there and saw it at other angles in the light.





Or the catfish. I could almost touch his whiskers.


And, at night I can't see it at all. A memory of it, yes, but not even a curve for the eye. When my grandmothers died, it was only darkness. Memories of happier times were there, but I was in the darkness, until 3 o'clock in the afternoon of the next day could roll around or if it were a storm for days, or if the night seemed many nights...it stayed dark for a season. I loved them, and now I need transportation, like her perfume. With my eyes shut, makes it more accessible. Or with transportation of an object, her glass mirror, I peer and accessible because our cheek bones match so much or tempers...

I can't say I'd wanted death, only that I went years in a disinterest, which sort of mimicked death, though it wasn't because I'd wanted it, it was merely for a survival, I think or because of loss of hope, possibly on the verge of giving up with no desire of actual death. I don't know.

Nothing ever got too bad, cause when things got good I knew it was a moment, life is for a series of let downs, mishaps, mistakes, terror, sadness, emptiness... thinking of the book series A Series of Unfortunate Events. Love the movie, too. Love Willie Wonka, come to think of it and Roald Dahl. I mean that is life with little flecks of enormous happiness here and there, which makes it all the more thrilling, the mystery of when flecks show up in sunlight. If it were always so, than the flecks might become so much norm that it'd be impossible to see all the beauty in it or we'd forget, if we were to have it so often.

But, like the fruit tree, or wine glass or catfish, isn't it always there, only depending on light and shadow it isn't visible without the previous knowledge of having seen it there. But, it's more interesting with the shadow and loss of visibility because we like mystery, or guess work or making our mind stretch the boundary.

[SadLuckDame]

I am in the midst of my dying
I look to my hands
the lines on a track going towards a tunnel
and now I'm a roaring.

I'm in soot
and my mind's blackest,
a temper to drive faster
and faster

going down the line
going down the line
tickets place
we're all in order
punch line.

I'm fine.

[stilltrucking]

I was afraid you deleted this one, glad you didn't.

Ja Ja we are In the midst of dying and in the midst of being born. We pass each other on our separate ways.

Reminds me of a SNL skit about a planet called Vienne et Viennu. The coming and going planet.


everyone there lives to be 200 years old. But it's not like they get to be real old.. what happens is, they get to 100, then they start going back again. It's like, 70, 80, 90, 100.. then, 90, 80, 70, 60.. then you're like a teenager again, then you know a kid again, and then you know.. you have to go back. I understand this-a little article says it's even-a more tramautic than-a being born. And what's interesting - people on this planet, just from looking at one another, they can't tell who's-a coming and who's-a going. So, like, maybe two peple meet, they're 20 years old, a fellow and a girl. They're 20, and first you know, he's 22 and she's 18.. then, you know, he's-a 25 and she's-a 15.. and you know pretty soon you find yourselves in a lot of trouble, and then the first thing, you got a little baby on your hands, you know?

Here is the the whole bit.

Father Guido Sarducci:


Well, there's this-a new planet that they spotted. It's gonna be something, it's got these-a astronomers baffled in the house. [ holds up photo of the galaxy ] This is it right-a here, I hope-a you can-a see it. They call it SS-433, and they found out it's-a coming toward Earth at 30,000 miles a second. But.. it's also going away from Earth at 30,000 miles a second. It seems-a to be coming and-a going. It just breaks all the laws of physics, they don't know what to make of it. So I went to the-a Vatican library, looked up these old archives - you know we've been-a involved with astronomy and astrology for years and years , hundreds of years. And, I did-a find it, in-a this old book. The planet was called Vienne et Viennu Planet.. it means A-Coming and A-Going Planet.. and the book says that there is life there, and it's-a very interesting. It says that everyone there lives to be 200 years old. But it's not like they get to be real old.. what happens is, they get to 100, then they start going back again. It's like, 70, 80, 90, 100.. then, 90, 80, 70, 60.. then you're like a teenager again, then you know a kid again, and then you know.. you have to go back. I understand this-a little article says it's even-a more tramautic than-a being born. And what's interesting - people on this planet, just from looking at one another, they can't tell who's-a coming and who's-a going. So, like, maybe two peple meet, they're 20 years old, a fellow and a girl. They're 20, and first you know, he's 22 and she's 18.. then, you know, he's-a 25 and she's-a 15.. and you know pretty soon you find yourselves in a lot of trouble, and then the first thing, you got a little baby on your hands, you know?

http://snltranscripts.jt.org/78/78rupdate.phtml

[SadLuckDame]

LOL! Looks like we need a night out to the local club's comedy night.

I'm gonna dress in blue satins, but hide out under a large fancy hat, prolly with an antique flare. I'll go cat eyes and only you'll know it. The comedian will pick you in the act, cause he'll notice you're fifteen feet tall next to the corner wall mirror.

And I'll grab him by the neck tie, twist it real tight, and with some low, dark, sexy feminine blues voice... tell him you're still going on ten feet, don't mind the smokey room.

[SadLuckDame]

Well, Smoke and Mirrors, My Great Pretender

I will go naked into your world
looking straight with you,
statuesque and bare.

Sea albatross feathered locks,
trim and feminine libido
waist down and waist up..

We'll dine swimming water
at moonlight and twelve O'clock.
To taste of ripple water
and your mouth lapping salt.

With the sun rise,
like a piece of giant strange fruit,
I return to seem aloft,
just a white clouded puff.

[SadLuckDame]

Albatross