The Dead don’t do no walking round here.

Walking dead violates the laws of thermal dynamics and the conservation of energy.

There has to be a process that allows for energy transference and provide motivational imperatives by which the dead can move.  Just reactivating the neuro-centers of the brain will not allow for movement.

The longer dead, the more energy would be required for motivation.  Flesh will rot away leaving bones and ligature.  Once the flesh is gone, there is no way to provide motivation.

Just my way of thinking on the subject.

For those between

When will words fill in the empty spaces?

Is there a place where I can turn to, some place where I can find the things I need?

I reach out to grasp tiny parcels of substance, only to have them slip away into the nothing.

It’s not a matter of what I like, not a matter of what I see.

It’s all about the spaces in between.

Waking in the hospital

I was dead.

I saw the light everyone says you are supposed to see. All the people I knew during life that had died and my family, they were all waiting just on the other side. They called for me, called my name. All I had to do was cross over, but something just did not feel right. Something was off.

So I hesitated for a brief instant and that was all it took.

Pain flooded into my world and the light vanished just as if someone turned off a light switch.

The light was gone that fast. The pain remained. Every muscle in my body suddenly contracted. My chest felt like someone hit it with a hammer. My abdomen convulsed. My body tried to contract into a little ball.

The pain happened several times before the blackness took over and I lost consciousness.

I woke. I wish I had died.

My eyes would not open and my chest hurt. This was the most pain I had ever felt in my life. My chest felt like someone had been pounding on it with a hammer. At least my arms legs did not hurt. I fact, I could not feel them at all.

That worried me a bit, but I let it go and lapsed back into unconsciousness.

When my eyes opened again, I saw a lovely female nurse standing over me. Her hand held a hypodermic needle and she injected something into my IV bag. She looked at me and smiled. I did not smile back. She stroked my forehead with a thermometer strip and then left the room.

Time must have passed, but I was unaware of it. My world consisted of briefs moments of consciousness, all I remembered was pain and the blackness. I did not fear the pain. Pain was a sign I was still alive. I feared the blackness. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams could come. Something was wrong and I had to find out what it was.

Thoughts from an apple core

At the heart of the matter, deep with the center
A bird soars in the thin air above the land
Choices are made, decisions that affect the world
I cannot stand the strain.

Seeds carry with them the needs of the future
For all that comes stems from the core of the past.
We look forward yet remain standing still.
For there is only now that we live.

An apple falls from the tree, there to lay on the ground.
The seeds travel far to become their full potential.
A tree grows from the core, its thoughts full filed.
We live to grow, we live to be.

A summer day

Heat from the streets cooking the sole of my feet
Waves of air, burning as they pass
Languid faces bask in the sun
Dry, parched skin walking toward wrinkles.

Ice melts too quickly, leaving behind cans strewn aside.
The days are long, the nights burn.
But when the winter comes it will bring the cold.

Lost

Adrift upon a sea of tranquility, lost amidst the fog of desire.
My mind is like unto a quiet lake, undisturbed by any ripple.
I seek the center of the circle, where I can be still.
Turmoil pulls me in directions I do not want to go.
My life is cast upon the shoals of time.

Talking with those who wait

Sitting In the day
Waiting for the night
We share words of idle conversation
We share words of the day
The things we have done
The places we have been
But in the end we all come to the place
Where we can lay our burdens down and rest.

Tree Bark

I was in the park earlier today looking at a tree.

The tree’s bark was peeling away from the tree. 

As the tree grows it sheds it’s bark.  The bark falls to the ground at the base of the tree.

Then the bark breaks down into its component atoms so the tree can reuse them.  Same with the leafs.

Rain carries the nutrients into the soil so the tree’s roots can absorb them.

I just thought that was wonder. 

Work at McDonalds

Have you ever sat in the back of a McDonalds and watched how many business meeting actually occur there?

I sit in McDonalds to write and watch people. And I see at least two or three meetings take place per day. Some days there are more.

Where would the business world be without McDonalds?

Large Women wearing Skimpy Clothing

I have seen several large women in places who think they are sexy.  They try to wear clothing that they think adds to their allure.

Bra’s that push up their massive breasts.  Belts that constrict their waists, trying to give them a figure.

Low cut tops. Even some in halter tops that show ridges of wiggling fat.

I just can’t possibly know what these women are thinking.

I hope I never do. 

I personally have had my own battles with weight.  I go from 285 to 200.  I have lost weight only to gain it back.

I am currently on a down hill slope, trying to get back to where I want to be.

I do not think of myself as “a Hunk”. 

Why do they think they are sexy?

Just curious.

Thanks.