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I was laying in my hemp nest last night and contemplating the moon. The cool night air placing soft kisses of condensation on the few chest hairs that adorn my yogically sculpted torso. I felt truly in touch with nature and could imagine my germanic ancestors in a similar repose whilst awaiting battle against the Roman legions camped just inside the treeline.

But wait, something has evolved in humanity..well at least in me..perhaps the rest of you will follow my lead.

Anyhoo, I realized that in my pocket I had the iphone. The evolutionary next step in software and hardware. In my hand I felt how the hardened glass surface allowed subtle play with my agile prestidigitations.

Wow, so I can fully appreciate the pervasive Buddha nature of nature pervading my tangible tissue and the potential of unending information and connectivity offered by the iphone. Finally I have reached a state of cyborg like interaction between man and machine.

Dude, I am okay with that balance. My appreciation of one thing does not deny me the appreciation of the other.

Poetry rules...does it not?

Today my large headed friend and I attended a really cool and suprising event. It was held at the Milking Goat Coffee Factory in Eugene. I was expecting self absorbed people droning on in similar fashions.

In fact it turns out that each and every person had their own unique charisma that they brought to the stage. Some were very comfortable and some were downright terrified. Some were funny and some were serious. Some were prepared and some were making it up as they went along. Men and women shared their NESS with us and it was wonderful. In fact it inspired me to write a poem for the Blog. Please be aware this is just me typing words out off the top of my balding head....changes may be made later. I also plan to attend next month's slam at the Random Goat Herder Coffee House.

okay then....onto the poem...



Patiently you waited for me but really you waited for the me you wanted you to be.

Hushed whispers exchanged in the cozy cocoon of our intimacies were not truths but moments

Moments that last only for as long as the proximally triggered lusts can entwine my attention.

Wait, my hat is straw and Harrison Ford doesn't know where I have gone. Kelly McGillis pines.

For the life yet lived is made tangible by our hopes yet realized........................................dear.

The Concoction

I am sooo tired and have a huge day tomorrow. I don't know how I will get through it and be all I need to be.

Ohhh yes I do, I will fill my internal beaker with a potion made of 1 part adrenaline and 2 parts love.

That my friends is a pretty potent brew.

Random thoughts

** Yoda and Yoga are nearly the same word and both lead to peace and wisdom.



** What direction can I go but towards me?



** Dude, totally the best movie I have seen in a long time has not yet been made.



** Why is it called the toothbrush and not teethbrush?



** Waking up with the dawn is like turning on the light of my soul in conjunction with other stuff.

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I awaken in my heart if not body to your pungent reality.

Stealing away from your softness towards another clumsy day.