After fighting my muses for my limited eternity, I have finally decided to give peace a chance and cast my pebbles before the gods. There is a saying that "you can't tell a small slice out of an already cut pie", but I hope that perhaps someone may notice. In that vein, I would truly love to be able to write at least one poem that will stand the test of time.
I have always believed that you should never judge a man until you have walked a mile in his moccasins, and i can honestly say that I have covered a few miles and worn out a few moccasins. I have always had a difficult time with rules and beaurocracy, but have managed to stay under the radar for the most part.
I have lived in penthouses overlooking the ocean, in glorified outhouses (with only 12 volt batteries for electicity) overlooking deserted beaver ponds and in no houses overlooking steaming grates.
Destitution, hunger, apathy, hope, fear, love, hate, anxiety, and on and on ad nauseum. Tuff love, school of hard knocks, own your shit, blurry secondary education, all resonate around my aura.
Most of my trades have been associated with the outdoors;
logging, fishing, mining, heavy construction, bridge building and such, but there were also a few forays in the closer quarters involving pearl diving greasy spoons, selling books for a living and a few other things.
I find i am very concerned and saddened for kids these days whose parents have so over-protected and coddled them from the world, and life, that they have not developed the life skills that they need to hack the nastiness that can arise, and when faced with it, turn themselves into cutters, desperate alcoholics and life enders. Somewhere along the way kids went from "surfs up" to "don't make waves", and have become a society of deer in the headlights.
I am glad that Consumerism is finally catching up to bite its (own tail wagging) of over-extended pay later mentality, but unfortunately it will probably drag us back into the middle ages. Hmmm maybe I'll have to find those old swift, pope and chaucer diatribes I left somewhere and re-aquaint myself with the future.
I also have a really hard time understanding how man keeps killing man over a verb or pigment, but i suspect it will be a few thousand years yet, before that issue will be resolved..if ever.
Anways, there is a glimpse at the cover and a few dog-eared pages.
I have always believed that you should never judge a man until you have walked a mile in his moccasins, and i can honestly say that I have covered a few miles and worn out a few moccasins. I have always had a difficult time with rules and beaurocracy, but have managed to stay under the radar for the most part.
I have lived in penthouses overlooking the ocean, in glorified outhouses (with only 12 volt batteries for electicity) overlooking deserted beaver ponds and in no houses overlooking steaming grates.
Destitution, hunger, apathy, hope, fear, love, hate, anxiety, and on and on ad nauseum. Tuff love, school of hard knocks, own your shit, blurry secondary education, all resonate around my aura.
Most of my trades have been associated with the outdoors;
logging, fishing, mining, heavy construction, bridge building and such, but there were also a few forays in the closer quarters involving pearl diving greasy spoons, selling books for a living and a few other things.
I find i am very concerned and saddened for kids these days whose parents have so over-protected and coddled them from the world, and life, that they have not developed the life skills that they need to hack the nastiness that can arise, and when faced with it, turn themselves into cutters, desperate alcoholics and life enders. Somewhere along the way kids went from "surfs up" to "don't make waves", and have become a society of deer in the headlights.
I am glad that Consumerism is finally catching up to bite its (own tail wagging) of over-extended pay later mentality, but unfortunately it will probably drag us back into the middle ages. Hmmm maybe I'll have to find those old swift, pope and chaucer diatribes I left somewhere and re-aquaint myself with the future.
I also have a really hard time understanding how man keeps killing man over a verb or pigment, but i suspect it will be a few thousand years yet, before that issue will be resolved..if ever.
Anways, there is a glimpse at the cover and a few dog-eared pages.
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- When I'm not writing, I'm fishing and hunting or re-filling bird feeders..
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sunoir on July 12what' ya up too..Maverick...don't see any new writes?? You playin with the fishies or the bears???
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Justplainwaynethen : Intriquing thought... on May 28"Hmmm maybe I'll have to find those old swift, pope and chaucer diatribes I left somewhere and re-aquaint myself with the future."
Seems you have a lot of physical living left to do, and that you'll save writing about it for a few more decades... (who was it who said, "Vain is the person who sits down to write about life before living it...") also something tells me you have a lot in notebooks from life before the Internet... on that I'd hire a secretary...! -
xxBloodStainsxx on May 1
!!!!! ZOMBIES ARE ATTACKING!!!!! -
Draig aine : wow! on April 30congratulations on your blue trophy great job on haiku class, I am right behind you well not right, on 13, so I am creeping along!!
