My, my; life seems so busy.  Janice (my significant other) had a back operation, after a month of healing I rushed her to the hospital and discovered she had an infection in the healing and nearly lost her life. For three weeks she has been healing up again with a vacupack that sucks out all the bad crudly things and is doing well, but it will take a long time to heal.  I go to the Recovery Center every day till 9 pm and everything is on hold, like the building projects at the 'farm' so all is well, considering what could be. Mr. Dylan, Elizabeth and Sienna are ok and the farm awaits them. Grey Farmer.

Western Montana Valleys have had a dense smoke cover for several weeks, now.  It is so dry (sometimes under ten percent) and no rain in sight.  Wild fires of burning grass and trees just keep  on burning.  Somebody please do a raindance; Soon!  --  saltypepper1357   aka grey_farmer.

My friend George Kanashiro is an architect.  I need him now.  "Hey, George ... !?  Will this work?"

   Hello, Test; Hello, Test;  This is W7HLI, Testing ...

Interesting, this phase of existence,

it seems unimportant to me

the grass still grows, and the water still flows

and the clouds are wondrous to see

I'm doing my best to ignore all the rest

in spite of humanity

It's nature it seems

just goes to extremes

to exceed what's obvious to me.

The brain is the problem

or maybe the hormones

Or nature's imperative song

Some kind of mis-match

of cranial dispatch

to bring an end to

a celestial song

'cause time is a thing

with infinities ring

that makes humans brains

sing a strange song

instead of partaking

of that which is given

existence, a thing to behold

Some viral perversion

to accept the beholden

makes humans want more

than this glorious song

there seems some perversion

of genetic displacement

to reign with supremacy here

Were I a space traveler

Who is bored with the tedium

of wondering that which obviously here

I would laugh at the humans

who want want so much

to be more than that

that which is manifest here

and not be content with that

which is obviously here

cough, choke;   ... I'm not done yet,  duh...unfinished.

 

The Dream was a fuzzy thing, still it seemed like ...

 

              Llwyd's Lament;

 

Lord knows I'm lonely - and sometimes I cry

For lack of a soul mate - the idealized kind

 

Oh, there's plenty of people, 'cause Malthus was right

Still I yearn for someone - who's soul is so bright

 

She might quicken my spirit like stars in the night

And touch me in dreaming - with a kiss of delight

 

A dream can lend living - a promise of a kind

Orgasmic fulfillment - existence sublime

 

grey

anyone there?  I go on a little vacation and everyone thinks I'm dead!  Whada trial and tribulation.  my  my 

Captain Grey Farmer

 

             Å           Mother died a couple weeks after her 89th birthday         Ω        

                             Her name was SUNNY         Her name was  LOVE

 

 

Reentry   -

 

I chanced to meet a stranger, 'tho no stranger he than me

Contemplating state and change in rapturous reverie

To recall those thoughts and feelings

Is a task I now must try

To maybe understand at last the Wherefores and the Whys

 

(to be continued ... ...  ... ...)     aloneness