been a while

I have had this blog for ages. Yet, i have neglected it for a bit.

I assumed that many people gave up blogging. I used to try new forms of web communication as it came available. I totally gave up on twitter. Tweets lost their appeal when there was no more tweetspeak poetry writing parties. that was fun, but it moved on to other things that i was not up to being or joining. Tweeting didn’t last.

i like facebook, because of the people that i know there. And there is a good chance of interaction.

When i write here, it’s my thought processing, maybe some journaling, knowing that the words might also be a communication with someone.

This is me coming to my own. sharing what comes from what i think and do. not what others do or think. I expect it to help me to see what i do, to have a balance between my focus on what everyone else is doing and thinking, and actually doing some of my own.

That’s a thought.

southern illinois july 2026 n.

Freedom

People don’t really know what to do with freedom.
It is not complete, but abundant.
If you do not look it in the eye and own it, then
you can’t complain that you don’t have enough.

Make your way on that path of sweat and tears.
Take a scenic tour. Freedom is is not a free ticket.
Freedom is a chance for rolling up your sleeves and
maybe doing something with it.

Oh yes, It can be taken away before you know it.


The Window Of My Eyes

I don’t know what to choose.
Or what to let go of.
I know when people let go of me.
I know when I can not do something anymore.
I know that my hands look like the hands of an older woman.
My skin is losing it’s touch.
But my mind can still fly above clouds.

my eyes

i see what will be a picture. if you see it and the image catches your attention, you have your own meaning, story, thoughts. what you see evokes a feeling, thought, memory. what becomes of the things it evokes?

alright

rise up your head
outa sleep
and all the fog of want
those
sorry ghosts
be gone
there is this
now
knockin’
askin you to
open your eyes to the day
kick worry in the piddley ass
tell it to
go-da the dogs
cause things
gonna be fine