Hitch Hiking Blue

Arrived to split as beautiful place as I have seen
Then overland to a central place and my next ride
The worst place in Bosnia
More rubble than left standing down a central line

I had kuna from Croatia I could spend this was nice for me
We had lunch on one side and someone paid with money I did not yet have
Across the street around the corner to the other side I spent my last kuna

It was a nice lunch and somehow I digested with no problems not understanding my surroundings
I left with a guy from Oklahoma in a Land Rover almost as old as I
We picked up a hitch hiker or two soldiers Robert and they knew where to get out
The first surprise in war there are so many walking soldiers in twos and threes
We crossed many lines that day on a map dotted in life drawn with blood

Several years later I lived in that divided worst place in Bosnia
Four of us left for Sarajevo having missed the bus in two directions
Two headed east two headed west mostly small cars no room for four

I went with one other to Dornji Vakuf around to Sarajevo we made
Each direction was more or less the same not sure how we decided
I liked old Travnik more then and Turbe was open

We stood at the side of the road and somehow arrived our destination
Not sure how we got home but the trip there seems like yesterday
Certain moments never leave me and they take me when I am ajar

Yes when I am open they come and speak to me I never really had any problems
I stand at the side of the road and will arrive my destination
This next war zone I teach children again and find I sleep with reckless abandon


Certainly more rubble than left standing I pass several times a week to work
I see the most impossible of decisions made in the third grade nothing new
We stood in the hallways as the shells came down upon the city

We stand in the hallways as shots ring out in this war zone
Volunteers come to help
I do not hitch hike enough anymore, but I may have enough
Here I am this destination

Voids

One of  the largest structures we have found are voids
They define outline remind give structure the future

Beyond the local group of galaxies to be clear the scale
Yet also the atoms are voids the most natural of occurrence

To this webbing life clings or is it the voids love fleas give it away
Everything can come first, things tend to clump, it is their nature

Right and Wrong

1984 was a commentary about us
The system is irrelevant; problems are created by people
Such a modern question to have no answer
How much should the state know?
There is very little that it can know

If we listened to the German Chancellor's cell phone so long what did we gain?
This slowed me down as no one seems to ask that question
Someone had a briefing well prepared and had to do no work
One of the ways we create value
What did all those spies in Germany do when they got it direct

Only a few fair questions I can find
Witness testimony has a bad track record in research last couple decades
Yet we are confident in our technology
There are still people in these equations
We have only added variables not removed any

 1984 terabytes fool many to believe that resolution is but round the corner
This is obsession and solution is here now
Did we not help the Greeks because we knew the Germans would?
Did we not sign Kyoto because we knew Germans would?
Well then good for us; I can see no other advantages taken

The west has always burned their bridges upon their return from Germany
Hope and resolution

Big words

I never had use for big words before anymore
I shared there and their anguish
Literature developed my empathy

Well not much use for big words
I never hardly write them still do sometimes read then
But not with the same eyes or the same anything

Found a new use for them today
Teaching children with what some call behaviour problems in their history is no indication of future difficulties
There isn't much resources available

Not for anyone really
Just the way we are made
Scarcity is in our soul not in environment

When I teach difficult rooms
I throw around big words like they belong there
A child giving you trouble will not ask their meaning
But their mind will

We have the limited resources finite amazing
We don't multi task well
That second they wonder they forget for a second why they never ask for help

We are all ugly

The way we were made
Never asked

I don't write as much when I'm happy
It is good that life is full of trouble

Never asked for always given
We all have this beauty

To Remember

If you can hear me clap your hands one time
If you can hear me clap your hands two times

Certain things need to be remembered
Certain things will not

Positive momentum to maintain
Inherent in the fabric of space and time

Little bit more around what we call positive
Bad things exist if you want to know the truth

And it is worse than you think
Negative positive
Good bad
Matter antimatter
Me you us and them

When they come together they don't cancel each other out
They annihilate one and other

Such destruction could propel us to near light speed

Lucky Seven

  it comes and goes and you find luck in seven
Three times down four times up

Celt Warrior Code of Honor

- treat woman and children kindly
- do not boast or be stubborn
- bear no tales and tell no lies
- do not drink too much in tavern
- be ready to give rather than take

Planting seeds of no expectation

I can adapt, not looking for perfection, don't believe that people should be perfectly matched, just perfectly content to work hard.
Sometimes you need to borrow someone else's strength to open your heart

“The world is the gymnasium where we come to make ourselves strong.” ~ Swami Vivekananda 

I think there are more universes, but this one has my full attention.

I believe I see Angels often and feel no need to define that word

I have very good muscle memory I think there are more universes, but this one has my full attention.

I believe I see Angels often and feel no need to define that word

I have very good muscle memory

how do people not want to save anyone?
 

No Sense to Quarrel

The circumstance of the saint does not occur to the birds
Who knows they know the goal they have found
They never worry if they do a new sub species

We are divided and found in magical numbers and shapes
Textures of these sounds that you make as your eyes read the length of this sentence
She was digging through the drawer certain a rubber band could be anywhere for no sense

The questions cant be answered here and any pressure I had dissapears
The length and texture are mostly what I am about
I like to be in your head

From the drawer I removed what was left of a large ball of rubber bands
No sense to dig I know exactly something
Answered is the question there just beyond the end

 No reason am I aware do I have to write
I think it is about you cause it matters not what I do
Only what I am and with that no sense to quarrel

Not a bird do I fly this reality we share
I get distracted and I do things for no reason
Beautiful and pointless

I used to have more questions
Certain things are easier to express
I find only one goal be more do less give more take less

Important things form chains it is in their nature to help
How your proteins fold and your love continues
That one goal for each day to be better

When people say it is the best day take notice and see
Know what a gift and like the birds no worries
It is the point and tomorrow better

As if containing the qualities of the other inside you
Just depends how far you identify yourself
From the perspective of deep time everything you see is a creative turn

What greater eccentricity could slime hold than to fill an atmosphere with oxygen
Countless billions of us all

Creating

We are creating a world of wealthy corporations and poor people
Appearances long have held value but like any bubble burst
What is the reason we collectively are doing this?
Money tends to accumulate and attract people with bad intentions

Things that have true value are neglected for no reason
Simply because we miss the importance of them
While worthless things we chase

Been

Could have been lost in so many places
Chose every place to leave their faces

Brought myself here
From here I will not fear

Christiana out on the thin ice
There was a life and it was nice

Why did i not lose myself so many places
Brought myself here to these faces

Been other possibilities but none as interesting to me

Most

Meandering water arrive from the source as the torrents
Open heights is something we all can see
Storm water rage the valley reforms its own ideas
Tomorrow meander

Most will not notice the changes
Almost invisible to those who look
Lessons stored in muscle memories
Inches gained with struggle are rejoiced

Almost everything you had

Stranger

I reject often these commonly accepted truths we hold
When upon your path stranger I travel we do not know each other well or so we believe

I know something better than any other alive today: me and what I feel
I lie to myself all the time to be sure, but there are certain places my blood seldom flows

Rarely up my heart and down my head
This morning I feel we know more than there is unknown
There are just too many wrong things we still hold

Young still get married and they make their own definitions of words
A stranger had this power to provoke and clearly most will not

There is a quality of the known and there are no strangers up my heart and down my head

Time to Write

I came here upon a time to write
Waiting for something different
Here found a wealth of now

We bring different things to offer
We see each other
We make priorities

I came here upon a time nothing to say

Thor

Sometimes plans change
Most of what you would think
And certain ones that should never be
So they are not

Sometimes you change
Most of what you would know
And certain ways you should live
So they are

When you meet it is advantageous to see
There are few stakeholders in anything you do
But they are key to who you are

Too dense for most would I be in all these ways that come to mind
Love, laughter, life so thick as to be lodged

My Father's Day

We used to talk how all the time that time is simultaneous or so he told me
Not sure what he thought of that because the topic would stray
My father never had a consistent theology but these core beliefs
 They were who he was

As a child I understood that this conversation would never end
Even as it would all unfold I would be here now

He seldom thought consequences all the way down
His ideas were his and thoughts were things
He just choose to not change his thoughts sometimes

I took lesson from a whole life
I change all my thoughts and try to see only from new places
My father's day is tomorrow too and so on  :-)

Blue Stone

It is what they called the most ordinary stone
And also upon their arrival

Everywhere laying around ordinary
Simple to be found

My electronic blue stone
Simple to be found

June 3

What is in a day?
Life began another day change would change you
Defined by the sun

Nine months and a standard deviation of sun
Each unique exposure each a mother carried
The stars were around but our star stamps its own

Born the same day there are good odds
Chances that the sun influenced you through someone else in similar ways
Same years odds improve

There is no sure thing but good reasons to gamble
The slightest of bias brings us here today
Little more matter than anti

More than two variables they don't teach much in school
It is difficult

Friction but no fiction
A birthday and year changes you mostly through the weather your mother experienced

We are all twins

Star Fuel

She was happy and sad
There were Chinese letters down her right shoulder
Taken shelter from the storm
So close in space yet so far in place a small smile of passing
We are not just star dust
We are star fuel every bit of us a preferred source of fuel for some star class
What is it that we are learning
She took her small daughter to the shore and the rain did not fall; drawn near shelter a storm passed

In this space and time they linger
Place we find ourselves beside out of step mostly slightly in tune more than not
More positive than anti
Small things cause pain in our lives as well as large

We return to the ocean; the ocean returns to the heavens
Call it another life or what you will it will be created
New stars will be born
Where will you be then

We can trace 13 billion trips around the sun in the sand
I think there is more
We can trace 4 billion more years of the future of this planet
Where will you be then; where were you before
I think there is more

How far will this recycling continue ?
Regardless your policy: you will be star fuel
Where will you be then
We walked along the shore between storms
A nice small chat in eleven dimensions

We can know the past as well the future
In two directions a circle meets
There are few ingredients and infinite possibilities
More than I can comprehend but I can imagine if I could it would not be that complicated
So much makes sense like the pressure waves across our spiral galaxy

It comes for us for this loan that has been made
Where will you be
How will you know; will they know you
Do we know them?
I think there were more

There is a certain economy to this stellar and species evolution
Circles are not new
To create something so large would you use more or less ingredients?
You might not comprehend a specific number and there is surely much we are ignorante
But you can imagine a finite amount of things creating the infinite

You have a heart for such reasons every hour your waking day should you only choose

Nobody has to write a novel

We are for reasons in long season
Economy Is similar at different magnitudes
The same forces are involved

Out there usually a jet involved
One that cools your ice box now invisibly
And one heating this gas perpendicular our galaxy

Life is a matter of scale and magnitudes
"You don't have to write an entire novel"
Nobody has to write a novel

Things come together in odd structures that define
Some take control others let go
Where ever we go there is always a middle way

Things come together and end poorly all the time
Just ever so slightly less than they come together and end well
Each a new beginning at each scale and magnitude

The jet setter and the slum dweller travel the same relative speed around your head, heart and galaxy

Surplus

There are reasons things come to be
Ten thousand mothers of every thing

To each of our congregations there are minorities
Some from which great pain brings real gain

To each of these ten thousand little we celebrate all we are
Whole we have a surplus segmented they call it scarcity

Sounds scary and feels worse i would guess
I have always had a surplus of those mothering not their child

There Could be Another Reason We are here

I had this idea that we had survived because we were ruthless
This bias of mine I thought we were left because we were the coldest

The thing that appears in our genome is that we are not alone
Denisova yea that is real; probably helped your cold end a day earlier

Every human we met in every environment we went we found people to help us adapt
How is that possible? Are you asking me

Oh they are going to understand your genome better
Circular logic to be sure

There once were many people long ago
It now seems to me we got the best of them all

Casual entropy hang on for this ride
Did it not seem obvious to them

Feathers developed because they were beautiful to someone
Flight was an after thought

Ten Days Soon

There will be ten day soon three new aspects for digesting
A constant process that leads to the forward

What it brings always makes sense when you think
No one ever said you must or that I would

A future from the past
We learn the future and past in concert

Ten days soon
The future we sought
The present we earned

Tomorrow another day
Things do not stay buried in the past
They become uncovered

 Manx like their T's
Ten Days soon behind you

Poetry

Written it is so no longer hoped for yet somehow independant
Dependent to your now here this time brought to me

What I had been waiting for not what I had wanted
My thought was to be clear the implimentation takes me down in deeper layers

They have less clarity because I was not with you this my then
Enough is written if you understood you would disagree

I will not be made clear this to me has been discovered
My message for you is here just do not wish you to hear it

You will read and the sound will be yours perhaps different
Might even be better; simple attempts at no communication

Pocket Full of Dynomite

We are context
All these people with chargers around just a passing fancy
This to me set the context and date this
More battery life the call around

It is really strange the way things come to pass
Phones stopped getting smaller when they stopped being phones
Thinner and looks like soon to be translucent

An old story how we fail to know the future
Did not see this coming
Some really good things I fail to see coming

They just appear along my path like this pocket full of dynomite
Thrown into the arena a performer we are
Some in themselves others helped to get into themselves seing this

I sometime wonder what people do but have certain constraints
Integrity is not a burden when rewarded lavishly
And there it is in your hand

It is the singularity some call it
Through the looking glass the logical conclusion of the printed press
In your hand

Some problems seem so easy to solve
Close the pay day loan places
Close the we buy gold places
Close the internet sweepstake places

and?

Your worried about drones spying on you?
The cargo drones gonna take the cargo pilot's job
Not a real problem just we need new jobs
We really have not an idea the future

They never did
My guess the weather gonna get weirder
And some one gonna make that battery last ten days soon

Sunsets?

If we all left like so many dolphin got up built ships and left
Would the other things of life miss us?

This is the kind of question I find on a cold wintery spring morning
Global climate change things are changing not contradicting

We give new names to these storms because the old ones don't work
One hundred year storms never came twice a month far as the old folks say

I can find optimism in any question
I think they would miss the colorful sunsets and turn now and again and think of us
some of them

Nothing is intrinsically wrong those walks on the beach a pollution serenade
And you fell in love in a beautiful smog

Two Weeks

We forget more than we ever know
How could we not and key our happiness survival everything

Things become familiar very fast and change comes quickly
A question lingers but that is true in most cases

Two weeks bring clarity like a bad tooth ache your not gonna change subject
But you travel time things become distant quickly
As they once did familiar

Old Nottingham Wish

"If I should die and leave you here awhile,
Be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life & smile, nerving thy heart & trembling hand to do that which will comfort other souls than thine;
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine, And I, perchance, may there in comfort you."

Mary Lee Hall

"No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
yours still, you mine.
Remember all the best of our past moments,
and forget the rest;
and so to where I wait, come gently on."

William Allingham

A Week

Thinking that forty two an ideal number of work weeks
Ten weeks seems enough to me
A normal distribution from the mean

If you follow you have a basic understanding of nothing
Mathematics why not a holy roman empire?
They didn't get the concept of zero; all it was

 Was not that hard really day by day one week at a time
Like he said this is my best day; kind of the point

and so will tomorrow be
Time is relative my new week just begun

Homosapien

   "Neanderthals, says Steven Mithen of Reading University, may have spoken a more musical, tonal    language, a mix of cooing and keening, singsong beats, accompanied by gestures. Chip Walter likes to think that in their speech, and early on with their burial practices, they may have been a touch "more softhearted than we are," but we really don't know."


I think certain things sound right thought there was a deeper relationship involved
Two cultures met and stared at each other for a long time to be sure
We had gotten this far by being careful both of us this we know
Tending to run and ask questions later in the face of danger

We did many things similar and there were very few differences
Tending to be one the apparent victor harder made softer in the core 

Of the two groups we look a bit more like one; they entered their heart
There were others and mostly forgotten stories to be recalled

 
 

Process

Rest what you can we got this what we were made for
The store of your energy is more certain than you are aware

Your greatest strength is held in reserve
Not created or destroyed but transformed

Chaos simple fractal imagry
A small world

A long world
More to me than I know

Do things wrong all the time
But I be ok

Three well formed parts and three in need my attention
Six things really that matter to me; only one of them central

Three things that support me to recreate three more
Only one give five purpose

No and Yes

The first answer no she was not there
And yes a day I would survive
A week I will need to cross again the world is not as small

It is a very large place I have a very simple focus
My dristi my preferred gazing point
What brings me balance

I have little need of such a large universe
But a little larger
My dristi my preferred gazing point

What brings me balance?
A question asked no and yes
Feeling found and coveted

My dristi my preferred gazing point
To bring us balance

Frozen Sun

Sometimes things come together like you would never believe
You thought you had great faith and then a streak of blue your heart racing

Life right there to be taken even when mistaken
Test your reality and continue moving with positive momentum

Yes it was all so good that it could have been better
I left this undone and I leave this unknown

Tomorrow is another day and twenty four hours impossibly long to ask a question
I wish I was there now unfrozen in the sun light

Winter spring summer fall

Nottingham 1965

Nottingham Village, Cleveland, Ohio

William F Morgan 

Who then are the people that comprise the Methodist Church?

A Methodist is the postman, the baker, the garbage man, your neighbor, your employer, your fellow-workmen, your closest friend.  Methodists are peoples of all walks of life, and of all races.

There is brotherhood. Christ died for that; He threw his life into the balance on the proposition

 that all mankind was one family in God. He taught that to people, and it

 seemed to them an ideal so dangerous to their supremacy and security that they 

pushed him out of the synagogue and up on a cross. Millions today are betting their lives on white

 supremacy, but what if we are wrong, and what if Jesus was right about brotherhood of all colors.

 What if the Gospel had truth when it says that God made of one blood all the races of men

 that they stand equal before Him and therefore equal before each other? What if our ideas about our own

 superiority are as fictitious as the pretensions of the Pharisees with whom Jesus clashed.

while men gambled at the foot of the cross, revealing the worst side of human nature,

 Christ was staking His life on the best side of human nature. He was putting His life down

 on the proposition that men were better than they knew and were created

 for something infinitely greater than they understood. Jesus believed in human nature.

 To be sure man is desperate sinner, but Jesus believed in human nature so much that

He bowed his head and died in the confidence that men had it in them to walk in the high path

 He had opened, and that His cause could be trusted in their faulty human hands.

How often too we write false thinking into custom, what a tyrant habit can become. 

When people do the same thing long enough it becomes tradition, and we pass it on from father

 to son as an accepted rule of life. Behind us are generations in which men held 

certain notions and followed certain behavior patterns, and walked so long in the same crooked

 paths that they inspired us to walk in those crooked paths, too, until now we have not only

 our own sin to conquer, but the sins of our ancestors as well. Call it heredity, call it race memory,

 call it original sin, call it anything you like it is there. Some one has said that every man

 is an omnibus in which all his ancestors are riding. This is why so many of our notions

 are false out dated and wrong.

The best we can do is try to cultivate patiently that unselfishness of mind and heart 

which we know as imagination. When human relationships break down, that break down always 

implies failure on someones part to put himself in the place of another.

 Thus a student of social affairs says, "The broken link between classes in the modern world

 is a fundamental defect of imagination." This is the weak link,

 ending often in broken link, in homes, in churches, in races, in states. 

The white Gentile is inclined to talk in a condescending way about the Negro problem

 and the Jewish problem. But he has never tried to feel what

 it is like to be regulated to a Jim Crow car in the south, or turned away

 from an apartment house in the north. It is not the Negro or the Jew who is his initial problem.

 His first problem is his own unimaginative self. He will never contribute much

 to the solution of those other problems until he has solved that prior, and more intimate problem. 

An unknown author says:
I sought my soul
but my soul I could not see
I sought my God,
But my God eluded me.
I sought my brother
and I found all three

Jesus stood in our place he calls us to stand in his place. What will you do with this call of Jesus.

Sequester

Your f&@#$ kidding me
Change the way you figure inflation by 1%
go F&%$#@*&^%$#@  yourselves

Feminist Movement

I live this I tell this of spacing
The words letters symbols movement
Thought
Life
Time
Sleep
Wake / to be continued

The word feminism is used more in a negative way
Last couple months you have not found it useful?

It is a picture that is drawn and an image that is seen
Not a long conversation; think how things worked a hundred, now a thousand year ago
You support the feminist movement in every convention of your life
Except the word: you are the deed

A movement takes inertia and that took struggle wake up
A whisper of sustainability a movement with further to go

Ocean wave
Blindness we live Bliss you see

As you look to me I do not write
Paint symbols I no understand
So I sown word

Do we no longer hear?
I've walked away from too much to tell there story
I play the words and see them dance and understand what it is I can do

Yet I have lost all desire to make anything clear
To give anything value

Breath Of Joy

It's a nice day when another universe walks in the door, cold winds cars shutter
Hands can never be too full as are full of all and we are connected

Not the usual loss nor the victory # a naval skirmish two ships around the bend
What was shown was this moment honestly created from other intentions

An edifice in time constructed like others novel and worthy the smiles it gives me
You have not found solution only implementation

Or perhaps a third universe: together
They way I see it there are only two stakeholders

Usually I'm either one hundred percent right or one hundred percent wrong
and you can count on that as I do these constructions inventions enjoyments of mine

Process

owning the past to release it

You need to really examine the past at times, not to be obsessed all in due course, but I think it is time travel when you are explaining to someone else your past. You often pick up messages and contradictions that do not contradict, when you remember you recreate the memory.  The memory in a sense will degrade, each time remembered less real.


They talk about entropy, and that is the real question, how then me and you, what should we then be doing.


Will entropy get us or are we getting something wrong
Our history points to the latter

So time travel is relatively easy in theory
 but time travel you know sharing a beach towel on a sunny beach 8 hours eating movie fish

Three Gurus

One doesn't move for long periods of time and watches of all things an ipod
As certain things best served cold

One will guide you all the way and never repeat herself
Never prepared but she is always there

One told me such a beautiful truth
Sometimes you need to borrow someone else's strength to open your heart

Three gurus a tree fort built

Life and Debt

One billion: One billion one
The ratio of life
Charge is conserved

You can not just make a negative
There has to be a positive
Dirac saw the math first and it was poetic

At first glance would almost seem a debt to pay
Certainly the laws of physic are symetrical
From nothing positive and negative

Just to conserve the charge with the greatest accounting detail
Clearly measured and found a bit lacking and found us
One billion: One billion one

Two billion: Two billion two
Now we are getting somewhere from nowhere
We are an equivalent ratio I assure you

Money pretends to be such a fiction
Imutable laws beyond our concern
Settled and understood

No debt no money
Fundamentally symmetrical creating something from nothing
The nothingness what is preserved

We observe it and assign magical qualities
Something we believe in more than ourselves
We treat it exactly like a God

Unlike other idols it gives something from nothing
It is an illusion and few better
I monitor the numbers on my account they measure my hours

Our system is absurd
Seems to fit for the simple reason our universe is also
How could there not be hope

The future arriving with the past as we learn more of both
There is so much you ever want to do
Who ever you are to be

It is exciting borrowed from nothing
One billion: One billion one
No less so seen as design the wheel in the wheel in the wheel

Cutting off the Surplus

We began in revolution that lead to rebellion
Sovereign state's ruled by whom almost irrelevant
Fear brought us together

It is a good story and you only need to take an interest
Why 360 degrees
Divisibility is flexibility base 10 we find 2 and 5
Base 60 2, 3 and 5 such a practicle place to begin

We looked beyond our 10 fingers then
Now it is all we see
Narcissistic arithmetic we fail to find use of

There is no end to our stories each there beyond expression
Turn 180 degrees
Multiply your advantage see where you are
Base course consistent determined transformed

The whiskey a currency thirteen thousand and one acquired
Their number not as relevant as the 500 they put down
A message sent still today this our freedom a newnest to the world
Still carries along oldness

Separation division poverty neon definition
We lost many old ways
Scarcity?
Ignorance

We Are Many

No one is all together for only are all of us an entirety
Feel like telling stories of things only passing along a way

I believe there are more universes for these stars pass that certain number
The last we can comprehend and they kow many we do not see in any way
For you and for me some are better we are one

Being right or wrong depends on your use of language
For me they take shapes
 more than ever their meaning

I know there are more train stations that can be imagined for these souls pass that certain number
That last I somehow comprehend and seem to know best
For you and for me we are many

It is not a sad story only a real story
Seven billion ideas wondering around on their end

eVerybody

All a part and in pieces nothing is together all is one
How is this that we see all small secrets that make us think see all
No one is all together for only are all of us in entirety

We are blind to and context and believe it all to be far away
 you take over the creation of the very body you inhabit

Parallel to the dry streets it most likely isnt raining just beyond your logic

A different kind of geometry created by our very geology layering this existence

A natural phenomenon marked by gradual changes that lead toward a particular result

Jets fly at every magnitude of this universe
Design golden and repeated
Where I am from they have this stone called blue stone

The reason for some names no one really knows
Questions for most remain of purpose for me just the names I sometime doubt
We speak many languages and each takes their advantage of a time and a place and a geology

How many natural disasters could end this sentence
 we haven't the imagination to count

Do you know what they called one hundred year floods before they had such names? 
This can be understood as so much more of the past will be you see much like this future we race to
There are more answers in the past

They called them dragon
I see a small village of people looking for their neighbors
They can find nothing of them just sign of a great trumolt
In one of every thousand I am certain as this bones from the valley exposed

There was no answer and no one to give answer and the darkness settled in and they only had each other and the stars
These indifferent stars that saw we burn with the same materials

This has to be exceptional
The blue stone was far from this found all around
You see has this one flaw left exposed to the elements would rust
Layered at the bottom of the sea for the best sidewalks in the world

Planets rust why not stone blue stone the one most around
There was a stone called blue back at their home mostly around across an ocean opened up
So they called it the same one all around such a good name
Nothing of a story to that, but only one I know

Of my rusty Euclid Blue Stone most have little use
Only because we are many

Red blossom sound was all that's around

Transcend nothingness eternity each day
what did you say was the right way
she smiled as she walked the entire stay
It was her tears that made this great bay
Did you ever hear the story of her majesty?

The names of the dates and deeds leather bound
Excluding a billion that were left around
One sad eclipsing story of this sound
Red blossom sound was all that I found
Her majesty loved the colors of this great bay

Transcend nothingness eternity each day
What did you say was the right pay
She smiled as she forgot the entire stay
It was her tears that no one could say
We all have heard the story of her majesty