I do not "write" anymore
The thoughts are not"there"
I just spend "days",
waiting for "Life" to begin
and "nights" wondering why
the day came to an end
so soon
Thirsting for "passion"
but lacking the hunger
to seek it
Just rambling
Rambling in actions
Rambling in thoughts
Rambling in words
Just Rambling
In stillness

So, I shall ramble
and pretend it is "writing"

Storm clouds are gathering
Tornado warnings surround us
whirling, twirling, violent winds
carrying debris and destruction

Which begets which?

Does destruction beget debris?
or... Does debris beget destruction?
I am a believer in...
"Like begets like"
Therefore...Debris begets debris
Destruction begets destruction

I have always seen the storm clouds gathering
Many hours of childhood spent crying in the woods
Years passed...
and I've dealt with my conditioning.
My debris

Some say I have done quite well.
Have "I" ?
I guess it depends upon whether
one perceives the "I" that I am
or the "I" that is projected

Sometimes I seek to flee
the "I" that is projected
and just"be myself"
Which usually
consist of visiting strangers
with whom I have formed
the concept of "knowing"
and who have a concept
of "knowing me"

Time spent in excessive drink
Time spent in excessive conversation
Time spent refraining from my native tongue
because no one would understand
and "I" would only"kill their buzz"

Only "I" know
the extent of my passivity
and the depth of my savagery

Far too passive
and much too savage
for society

I must refrain from being"myself"
and so...
I pretend

Because...I am passive to the point
of not being disturbed by things which
seem to throw the majority into a tail spin
But mostly...
Passive...in that spontaneity is held back
Savage...in that...if spontaineity were not held back...
I would be seen as "barbaric"

Ah, but spontaneity is supposed to be quite "Zen"
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ha !
and so...
so that I will not be perceived as barbaric...
I must hold back my holiness.

and so...
I cling to debris
created from debris

Storm clouds are gathering
Begetting is fun !

But...
I'm just rambling...
Ramble on...

I once planted seeds
of thought, in the Field of Life
Crows have eaten them

Was that"writing" ?
I can never tell

But...
The foil has been perforated
to let the smoke flow through
The coals have formed a pyramid
Now, a single layer will do

Everything is coming together

The flowers are blooming
The tomato plants look fine
I could just be assuming...
but...
my wife looks good upon her vine

It's all coming together
Like begets like
Begetting is fun !

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