Should we repair the failures within our communities or should we restored the foundations or simply create and design a new world. Who will be the architects of this venture. Must we rely on the old occupants or will our design team be candidates from the new tenants on the block.
Will we need new religions....Must we take oaths or will we need automated scripts to worship. This new design can it handle migration, immigration and the deportion and deployment of human capital..
Designing a nation from top or from the bottom maybe a lateral perspective works...Let's do this..
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Outside
Out here..Faces of the leaves are smiling...The wind invites cusines of many...Sun battles with awnings ...Insects run for cover.. Out here is Outside
Out here noise feels the void of quiet..Walking heals the talking...Children spar with sidewalks and seniors...Strangers intersect with strangers...Out here is Outside...
Out here windows push the inside outside...Trees collided with the open....Out here is outside...
Out here noise feels the void of quiet..Walking heals the talking...Children spar with sidewalks and seniors...Strangers intersect with strangers...Out here is Outside...
Out here windows push the inside outside...Trees collided with the open....Out here is outside...
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A New Life Tutorial
When the days required clocks and reasons to calibrate my living I would often turn inward to fill out the day as a tool to figure out my problems to decipher my day dreams...When my youth made me ignore clocks and the wisdom of others I tiptoed in the the aura of infinity when I was young and not in need of a mentor.
Now my days required a calendar, my clocks tick without making noise, and my own opinion has lost its luster where do I go to get the wisdom to navigate this terrain that seems like an endless mirage but in truth is a hard vision of reality.
Those who shared and made me their proteges have left the canvass. Many have surrendered to the realities of lost memories, wounded bodies and the contemplation of their obituaries.
So here I am reaching out seeking a living tutorial to navigate these days where my mantra's are now dated and my advice no longer has the velocity of importance and the currency of relevance..
I need a GPS for life and I need it now....
Now my days required a calendar, my clocks tick without making noise, and my own opinion has lost its luster where do I go to get the wisdom to navigate this terrain that seems like an endless mirage but in truth is a hard vision of reality.
Those who shared and made me their proteges have left the canvass. Many have surrendered to the realities of lost memories, wounded bodies and the contemplation of their obituaries.
So here I am reaching out seeking a living tutorial to navigate these days where my mantra's are now dated and my advice no longer has the velocity of importance and the currency of relevance..
I need a GPS for life and I need it now....
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Oil in the water...
Broken pipes in the water nature is weeping...
Walking on air is no longer a dream with oil in the water and cars drunk with oil..
Broken pipes in the water nature is weeping....
Walking on air is no longer a dream with oil in the water and cars drunk with oil..
Broken pipes in the water nature is weeping....
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