Softly lips glance, silence, coy invitation, repeat, mild and uncertain jubilance, longing
If mine pursue yours it is not diabolically rather southern, how two hearts separate.
I am in a trance anxious to revisit the tone that we last resonated.
If thoughts invoke in you an energy of positivity, lighting bolts ought to be striking.
Aside, we stretch erect, fluttering, shaking the mites and dust, in advance of flight.
Being: is often surreal.
Author Archives: ddemuth
Garage Speak
Wake up, laughter, cussing, what happened?
She is just pissed at me – why are you tripping out on me, I asked?
Hanging friends started at the Bismarck, then snuck off to the Empire…
Nice, be nice, hug be hugged, imagined sun and warmth.
South they went on to Dempsey’s…
Gad they are making out, right in front of us – fuck!?
Fuck it – I am getting a smoke, Raz just fucking does not believe me…
Says Zak
Humming Birds
Sugar well,
birds abundant,
fed,
activity a daily blessing.
Night falls,
a young lad ventures inside,
trapped,
allows for a pillow case recovery.
Ruby throated,
wings a buzzing,
heated,
gaggle of four a chasing.
Migrating
Stella the Basenji
Oh what a life, your back yard antics, pulled a dove from the air, garbled er up on the run, jumped off path for that steak in the bush, your rule of the home, that patience for the cats, your quiet demeanor, your warmth is missed. 
Protected: May 29, 1994
On possessions and living
What is man worth if he has lost all his earthly goods? He is freed from his nature to curate those goods, but what has he, heat, water, food? Are these essentials available to him?
A gaggle of men line up, none of which have anything, except a hunger, a thirst, if theirs is a willingness to exchange effort to satisfy innate needs, their beings will progress.
The obligation to live is supplied by a beating heart, that rhythm that insists breath and embrace. A feature of worth is in the exchange one can earn for these life sustaining essentials, self worth as motivation to share utility. Without the essentials we may loose a health necessary to proceed. Earthly goods include clothing, rare is the location that does not require protective linings for heat or cooling. Assumes then, earthly goods are the tertiary and non fundamental.
What is the worth of a man who has no earthly goods beyond the fundamental? His goal might be monastic, to study the dynamics and anthropologists of man, to find pattern, to smooth their own breath.
A man without the burden of managing the non fundamental goods may have greater worth if there is an intent to assist another. A man without goods may be limited in his ability to contribute to others who need. A man with many goods may be limited in his ability to contribute to others who need through selfishness and fear. No man is an island, we are community, unless you are the rare self sufficient hermit who is fortunate to have a healthy functioning body. Eventually the old girl shows her teeth, wobbles in her walk, loosing appetite, burbles a last breath and leaves, this is the cycle.
What worth is there in a man who has no earthly goods? His worth is great as is his capacities if his acumen is to live.
Brother Sun Sister Moon
Walking, talking, riverside
with two who cared, and a sweet young lady chihuahua running nearby
hearing my brother’s tones and inflections in my own voice
with two who cared, and a sweet young lady chihuahua running nearby
few directed conversations on our shared loss
with two who cared, and a sweet young lady chihuahua running
as though he was one of the three
as though he was one of the one
KY Derby 138
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From: “David DeMuth, Jr.” Date: May 10, 2012, 10:08:03 AM CDT To: David DeMuth Cc: Anita Stevens Subject: Re: Derby
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Summer Solstice
You learned from your fathers greatness, his innate shared loved, wisdom
He seemed to always buzz and resonate
Proud of his family
That I was at snowbank, experiencing what was built there and elsewhere, on the peripheral, listening
And at Ash, he smiled
Certain were his days left
The longest day his transformation
Storms and rain quenching life
Rest Bill Sr. rest
More on the Human Condition
In an instant, the unsuspected
Or we watch a wildfire jump to its prey
Walking cliff’s edge is a decision, required and not
Large eyed senses preserving breath
Sleep and dormancy as a risk-adverse principle
Live how you will, how YOU will
Melted and Warm
The swirl of air, puff
Pooling river top, water
Compressed density, snow
Diametered grass evidenced at their bases, oaks
Snow voided path created in anticipation, again
Fluttering wings bouncing between baskets, feeding
Hickson gauge on the increase, yesterday
One day later, Fargo
It’s started, solo was the build, and ending…
Green Sky – Double Star for a Sun __ (1988)
Upon thy coast
My fortress
Protect thyne Inhabitants
Search I will for any Enemies
Understand who my Allies are
Realize when to leave
Panning out, I will not destruct
Allies are Safe
Friends are Allies
Are Allies Friends.
Est. May, 1988
After Show (1987)
At first I was to send another
This will do
As I think
Hello
Its David
Similar thoughts
Intrigued?
Sister/Brother
What did I mean by that.
It was your sister
Reminded me of mine/
and I’m her Brother
Telephone conversation
Anyway
I was thinking
while riding
in the back seat
of a very dark car.
8/2/87 3:45 AM
Indianapolis
Shooting Star
Seas of desperation, despair, sagging decay
Closer doorward some being entertained, smiles
Retina flash flash flash
Winners are silent
Killed 56 VC said the wheel chaired elder patriot
Smoke is thick on the reservation
George Thorogood playing earlier,
now even more Northern bound, and at night,
contributing to experimental evidence
to justify the truth.
Two Moons of Saturn
| Discovered rediscovery, with metropolitan flare, slender beauty erect and alert, recognition even curiosity served by intermittent occultations, we seem to agree.
Does that door work? The piled snow crunching under his feet while trotting across the span o’er the Red in search of music, his therapy. |
Dione Rhea Occultation |
Heart Skip Beat
My heart is beating, beats, beat, beat…
The heart beats, beat, , beat, .
And then the rains begin their quench and moan – as before.
Peace is his, rest now.
Equinox
That balance of light and dark, that season that hastens preparation, on that day the drummer and his indigenous chant, complemented by bell ringing, sound to the heaven containing universe, as we each stand facing on the perimeter of the medicine wheel, participating in the ascension to those heavens where all essence returns to be mixed eternally with those who have gone before, anticipating those who follow, as the sun sets in a distant clear sky.
Time to Die
Death as an industry, optimized to be self sustaining, innovation squelched to ensure profit, not life, too often shift workers lacking monastic attitudes of service to anyone but themselves.
Whose life matters but your own, and with age, that glint in the eye, that sparkle fades, eventually we give in to the invading army of bacteria, feeding on their host, as caterpillar eat all the forest, selfishly.
But in my seventy two years, I did this… I did that…, earned a few bonus years, came to appreciate my parents sacrifices for my life, but eventually its “time to die,” and my control of that day, that hour, that minute is limited—
One day we will time out before we die for man will invent anti-death, extend life for a time, and for a cost, feeding the industry of death.
Foxtrot
Summer heat prompting late night Monday ride, a short quiet pedal with a failed music mission. Returning to a sitting and silhouetted Doodle at a distance, under the amber mercury lighting, mousing no doubt, his ear titled towards a commotion that is stirred by my quiet entry, another cat, New New, ambles safely on the perimeter of the house. My pause evidenced another silhouette, that of a fox, Ruthie-sized, one of two pestering these cat’s owners who worry its apetite might include a smaller cat, although there are still bunnies, there are still squirrel, and our mousers continue a consistent crunchy diet. New nears foxy’s size, yet peanut is another story, said the eagle at the cabin on Ada…
A tendency to believe
Complicated by the obtuse most elect to trust their instincts
Those same human behaviors that catalyze fear and insanities
To imagine a time when action at a distance was deemed sorcery
Invisible forces are now understood, yet we refuse to indulge reality
Mother Earth could care less about the human species
She could easily shake us fleas from her back in one vigorous episode
As a host approaches it’s exponential limits, as a cancer spreads without remission, our obesities will consume us beyond repair
Ruled by greed that ridicules the impoverished, that hoards resources beyond any one person could eliminate, or could their designee, or corporate partners, or tribe of confidants, that feeds insecurities into righteous power
My concept of fair share is not the percentage rules we impose as an averaging technique used well before globalizations influence, instead a more rationale use base that can be documented, calculated, and modeled in any techno centric data driven society
Centralized power results in self effacing decisions that run its course, as the Mayans before, as the dinosaur lost access to the food needed to survive, we die.
Mother Earth could care less about us, we perish, this rock will remain.
The end is near | whatever
Dry Eyes
Life Cycles
I am a tree
— grown from the air
—- nutrients and water
—— drawn from the earth
— After I grow tall and old
—- I will be burned for warmth
—— only to complete my life cycle.
Brotherhood (1983)
I see way back,
men who are proud,
with decorated chests, standing piously,
and claiming territories proven by dominance.
But Envy?
No!
Gazing into the eyes of the repressed,
I see fear,
Why can’t there be Love?
Men can be so divine,
or so they think.
More competition it seems…
I Must Be Better, I Must.
It’s a suicide mission,
Enemies are made,
and Brotherhood is Our Only Cure
— Ddm
Twenty-fifth Lament (1986)
I thought my garden would be growing full
but I’m just gathering soil.
— gathering soil —
I scrape it from my wandering boots,
gather the dust from the streets,
sieve the filth from the air
— gather it together —
Then breath my dreams into it,
lightly whisper my spells upon it,
cleanse it worthy of my garden.
— and —
Here it is my life one third gone,
but I’m still gathering soil.
— gathering soil —
For the garden I thought
would be strongly growing,
brilliantly flowering by now.
— … 2011 —
At twice twenty five with one third ahead,
the wandering remains,
even as my garden bears fruit,
— still gathering soil, gathering soil —
With Tina James for Bart James, Louisville
FEAR
The trees, the trees,
oh so very tall.
But lightning could strike,
and then they’d fall.
Our house, our house?
just cut down them all!
On Art and Communication
Driven by a need to link with the present or future, with communication constrained only by subjective rules, an artist listens to their id, their ego, and creates any number of tapestries which express being, and by desire influence other antennae.
Ode to the Red River of the North
Celebrate the river channel that remains true to its function, its form.
Celebrate the river channel whose locomotion would not be slowed.
Celebrate the river channel that remains deaf to the unnatural tendencies of domination.
Celebrate when nature roars.
On Human Nature and Spirituality
A condition of being human is to be subject to the limits of the body. The realization of the infinite expanse of the physical presents then a condition of inferiority, a nothingness. Cast then a extra-human state called spirituality, where we align with that infinity who is by definition inclusive. In the focused attempts to be extra-human we manage a dialog that allows endorphins to flow in our brain machine giving the impression of rightness, or comfort in some, challenge in others. Like the design when standing on a high cliff, my being flutters when approaching the danger of falling, an attempt to maintain life, our brain machine triggers a rightness of spirituality, where that inclusive All becomes infinitely lovable, or at least when our pilgrimages for truth allow.
On the Behavior of Birds
cardinals are a rare bird in the hinterland
loving the companionship of birds
as they flutter and frown
their beaks have utility in their design
oil seed for some, thistle for others
jaws covered by horny mandibles
no teeth
feeding a high metabolism anatomy
red breasted robins are of a particular interest
defined in their ways of communicating
dance, squawk, squeak
for obvious reasons,
to capture the attention of a mate
and to feed the engine that allows for the continued goal of procreation
loving the companionship of birds
as they flutter and frown
their beaks have utility in their design
oil seed for some, thistle for others
jaws covered by horny mandibles
no teeth
feeding a high metabolism anatomy
red breasted robins are of a particular interest
defined in their ways of communicating
dance, squawk, squeak
for obvious reasons,
to capture the attention of a mate
and to feed the engine that allows for the continued goal of procreation
Water Runs North
Challenged by flood-related road closures, a recent drive forced me onto gravel farm roads some seven miles from the main stem of the Red River. It was clear that water had accumulated in their drain ditches but had moved through the system. Evident was a suitable depth held for a time with the dark top soil smoothed and flattened into a ceramic like surface. Fields were mostly clear of any standing water as were the ditches, at least those distanced to any tributaries.
Why flash the Red, the Sheyenne, the Maple? Why not hold the water?
Why gouge the table-top landscape with man-made ditches but not use these as storage capacity?
The quick drainage of the 5000 square miles of agricultural land is suspect, as are the addition of non-porous surfaces associated with urban sprawl, and the levees we build to hold back the relentless Red.
What of the prairie potholes that were drained, and not replaced, taking that many more sponges out of the equation of absorption, retention, and slow peculation?
Has the systemically warmer temperatures realized over the past decades been included by the modellers?
What are the real costs of denying that Mother Earth can get along just fine without us?
A design for a timed release of water will allow for us to coexist with nature.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Magnificent is the time we have with those we choose to couple with, built is a shared place, western facing portals into nature, topped with endless sky blue and notable sunsets, blinders manage our perspective, anonymity, sometimes curiosity but rare, we the last remnants of the village carry on, listening, learning, being.
Snow Melt
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