I relate to this..I like science and I like mythologies
myths....but I respect the essence of practical
Many went through the slow struggle with health
issues and moved on...some are living day to day
some good..some poor.
I buy second hand shoes..probably donated when
someone went to the great sleep time
adventure abroad..moved west..etc
many of these shoes are of great quality
and I have once paid great money to have them
re soled....
when I pass via adventure..fate..or my own
gamble I will be cremated...
it is inevitable
I fear it not
but put forth a decent effort
in small increments a worth
to what I was given in life

I saw by walmart one discarded
shoe in my size...
I looked...but to no avail
I would have cleaned them
washed them...sprayed them
with lyesol..
but upon my feet I have the
finest black sturdy dress shoes
a platform of duty
I remember when I had duct tape
on worn out track shoes
they were so comfortable
like life.....
our favorite life

I feared losing my sight
and came close..once by a
misfired pellet gun
I felt the projectile go past
my ear.....
my hearing is reduced from
running a rock drill gun..high
impact tools and shooting
practice long ago..
not to mention rock concerts
rock music...
my eyesight i value....but to
get to understand blindness
i would move about my
rooms without light to decipher
what it would be without this
gift....

our memory retains much
for me....I am often triggered
by sounds..smells....words
dreams that bring back a room
a vista...touch....taste
of things that are forgotten
sounds....
etc
from the static comes recognized
patterns in angles and perspectives
that remind us regardless of age
or isolation that we once lived
and are still very much alive

this is a wonderful poem of thought
exercise.
U have shared that hearing has come
and gone....so I will tell you that my
voice sounds just like Pete Seeger
the folk singer....I often sing 'little boxes'
in ode to whom I sound most like to
my hippy friends....

we are all made of ticky tacky
and we all look just the same
Human...with hearts
some of us
I took it as a blessing when
an important elder at Ontario College
of Art in Toronto in 1984 liked my
grocery bag of pencil and paintings
sampler..I was up against those with
a thousand dollar aluminum art cases
and it was he who said I sounded like
the great activist and performer...I
honestly did not know who Pete was
at that time....
He said.....'your drawings are beautiful
..your in' and then sat back........
'i feel like im talking to pete seeger'
now i have to look.....pete seeger sang
running against the wind..
singer maybe....my mind is going at
this old age...
my body I tried to keep not to battered
but my mind I threw out there to the wind
..
U mentioned baldness
my uncles were the brass
coca cola executives...
not salesmen...but we had those
I for a time shaved my head
and report that I have a pleasant
shaped dome
presently my hairline is receeding
as any half century mans might
i spend hours grooming to remove
the pure white that is coming in
but for the most part I still can play
it youthful dark or let the white come
in and wizard moment...
well....its vanity and ego..
but I am equally aware of the world
problems.....I read the papers
talk to the homies who watch the
news and internet up and up
as a child the souls on the television
in sixties had a rough go..
but worldly its a little more precarious
now....im not ignorant
nor lacking of intellectual application
I keep touch with most platforms
interweb and street beat patrol
doling out cigarettes today
and suprising....someone actually
offered some back...I was touched
at the offer but declined.
the move of respect was enough
..someone else came up and offered
me his free soup from the soup kitchen
today....I tried to carry their tub before
and I ride much..last time the lid popped
off..not the mess but waste of food i
despised most...told him.hang on..he
might meet someone who is hungry
and are too shy...issued to make it
to the kitchen...but pay it forward
look after the pack....
that was important...thanked him for
the offer....

I saw you were in management
the brass....
I know many
top
somehow they like me
I like to think that the world
can work together at all
levels..
there are many who tear it up
shove it down...
but to be honest...there are more
on a common level then at that
destructive level
the revolutions of france..america
russia..etc..showed us this
like a rock concert.....

here we are now entertain us
not pain us

I find your poem entertaining
and thought prevoking
I prefer thinking then
righteous squeaky wheel
rhetoric
....

thank U Sir Lovedly!
a trail captian
Mr Wolf
intel sweeper
and lifer