Growing up strong, among good young men.
Getting an education with pride and good standing.
Meeting and marrying the woman of your dreams , to build a family with children and a career to pay off all the expenses.
To retire in comfort and good health and see your children follow in your footsteps.
If and when you fail, compromise, try your damnedest to live ‘the good life’.
He watched people behave.
He listens to people behave.
He responds to their ways in a neighbourly way.
He manages his life: emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually and sexually.
He is morally equivalent to a Christian, Hindu, Muslim or whatever… secularly morally responsible.
If he is Canadian or any other nationality, he is a nice guy.
Exercise in flow writing is essential to become expert. I like to write for ten minutes ever morning, nonstop with as much flow as I can muster. The content is important. There is a good deal of style, punctuation and creativity. My form can vary from essay, story, and poetry. I am in a trance that embodies the art I wish to express regardless of the subject. I feel each word like a meditative walker feels each step. I am captivated by flow, the gratefulness for each word to be pressed to paper through my pen or typing of text.
At present the physical act of writing is supported by the mental energy also present in my bundled feelings. I am experiencing the love of craft, idea and song. My voice is full of wonder and excitement. I step forward on a road I mean to travel. I am confident in my manner, simple in my approach and determined to do good work.
Going for flow is a confluence of love, joy, peace, gentleness, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, self-control and patience. This bundle of virtue can bare all pain, all sorrow and heal all wounds. There is no hesitation in this presentation of ideas. Yet, the silence, stillness and calm brings more to the experience of embracing my art.
Lastly, I am further into the process than when I started to put pen to paper. I am drifting with a rhythm of words, ideas and belief. I can see my destination. As I arrive at this juncture, the end is more like a pause than a pulse. I am able to revise, rewrite or record. My work in progress is assembled for reading and contemplation.
Torn from sanity to bathe in revenge or hatred,
Self loathing, sickness in the mind, society with riot against another society,
Broken peace, within/without,
Tragedy and violence that breaks things apart, this is War.
A nervous breakdown, this is the war within.
All this exists or not.
Do you stand with convention?
She lapsed with her virtues…
He made his own bed, now he has to live in it…
To be human means vice and virtue, how to forgive and forget…
It is real for you and me.
What is the social contract?
Where are we today, collectively and as an individual?
Do no harm, admit mistakes, forgive and forget (even myself), much easier said than done, but that’s the challenge!
He provides inspirational guidance to all ages,
He will be remembered as a selfless and giving individual,
His show was a delight, as he was good person,
Humanity is given many contributors,
His job will be needing new applicants…
At least, I don’t in a derogatory manner,
You know, all pissed off, I would never behave like that…
When in fact I do make that mistake, we all make that mistake…
Or trying to act like someone because I think it’s cool or better than admitting where or who I am…
Like, she smiles, asks me to do something that is bad for me or whatever….
And trying to fit in when it is better not to try too hard… beyond my limits.
It’s a messy business being human.
