Thud!
From a high limb a young chipmunk survives a fall onto a spongy, recently rain soaked ground; stunned, pause, frenetic is his retreat.
Blocking, he staggers away opposite to my curiosities of astronomy, at least those being read as a Sunday morning distraction.
What dogs eat first,
soft, rich, and savory
like ice cream, easy
What dogs eat second,
hard, stale, crunchy
which requires work
Puppies are no different
shuffling money, they negotiate balance, me, you, me and on they go, five pushing music, guitars prominent, keys particularly mellow, waiting for harmonica
In their fear, the insecure thump their chests announcing security.
Common denominators suggest shared responsibility, but imbalance evidences prejudice.
In the need for support, development, and inspiration, negligence is insisted.
Breathless and dismantled, integrity and tenacity remain.
As executive, projects are shepherded and without agenda, as a fan he wishes for your great journey, selfless. http://bit.ly/1Etfdyp
Fri, Jan 30, 7:49 pm: Where to meet/when?
Fri, Jan 30, 9:32 pm: Not sure about crossing the river heading toward Dave’s.
Fri, Jan 30, 9:42 pm: OK, should I go there now?
Fri, Jan 30, 9:59 pm: When you like.
Sat, Jan 31, 1:17 am: What time did you drop me off ?
Sat, Jan 31, 2:42 am: About 12:20
Where did 30 minutes go?
A fight through the bluster, an anticipated showcase of good work, solid design, accumulating experiences cordial in nature, an announcement of trust on a belief of respect, asked, and answered honestly. Will the deconstruction plateau?
I started a fire this morning when coffee was on, at day’s end the fire still burns, my thoughts of you, like the orange hot embers, enduring and perpetual.
Travels many
Early chill subsided
Year retreats
Frozen Red glistens
Finding balance on glare ice
Climate change is a fact1, the inefficiently captured work of combusted fossil fuels among the most notable culprits.
Personal transportation, seemingly a right, has petroleum consumption at a sustained high2, with each mile driven adding carbon to an atmosphere3 that we breathe and that protects all of humanity from the destructive rays of our Sun.
Continued burning of fossils mined from the Earth without balance is unthinkable; the lake is not infinitely big, releasing your tired oil directly into the creek had to stop.
Getting to a point of balance on consumption (emissions) and need is daunting, and that effort will extend beyond any of our lifetimes, 100, 200 years forward.
Coal-fired electricity generation has become an easy blame4, with the individual’s automobiles tertiary, in part due to scale: a very large power plant versus my single automobile – a discarded watch battery ending up in a landfill certainly can’t be the problem, can it?
American’s inabilities with conceiving scale and utilizing mathematics renders hindered understandings of the reality of the situation.5 Instead we let the effects of a heated atmosphere creep up on us exponentially when only to discover an irreversible cascade that will gut biologies, and economies. Yet Mother Nature will survive, she does not require the foolhardy to propagate.
And you and I need transportation, we need electricity, we need heat, and appreciate air conditioning, but can we strike that balance with less emotional fear?
Coal in North Dakota is a vital part of the electricity generation picture that should continue as we develop reliable and efficient technologies as alternatives.
Coal in North Dakota is working hard to improve on the processes of efficient combustion and transmission of electricity, and there is no better demonstration in the Nation than at the Great River Energy Coal Creek Station at Falkirk, ND.
Since inception, Great River Energy has led by example in design, in efficiency, in cleanliness, in transmission, in reclamation, with worker excellence, safety, and stewardship.6
As mankind works together to avoid the irreversible, hold captive not the producers of electricity who respond to need and opportunity, challenge instead the consumers who remain ignorant to individual significance to the problem and the resourcefulness to conserve.
Insist on investments in technologies that harness renewable energies, in solar and wind, power storage, even sequestration: could incentivizing the creation of massive oak plantations7 contribute to that balance? And do we need government to force our hand?
Only as alternatives come into fruition will the debate be tempered, rendering tertiary the necessity of the burning of fossil fuels.
References:
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.
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
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
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. 
A Rose is a Rose
A Flower, with Colour
Appealing in Smell
A Body Slim and Beautiful
To what shall I call you — A Name?
But why so much time spent to be as a flower
Petals flourishing for such a short time.
How long shall a blossom blossom?
A petal fall?
Peering across an evening sky,
Chifon and Blue,
I seek, but it answers not,
Or could it be because I rely only on the obvious senses?
As Light Fades to Dark
Anxiety Quickens
My Flower is Wilting
But…That’s OK
In Memory of:
Cecilia Geraldine DeMuth
Born in Louisville, Ky on January 9, 1942, Died May 27, 1994
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.
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
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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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Talking to Anita in Fargo’s airport, Cousin Jeff and Kathleen at his side, Anna riding up the elevator at the hospital talking to him, taking notes that he is alright, best thing that ever happened to him is to see mom again.
DeMUTH, DENNIS WADE, 50, of Louisville, passed away unexpectedly Saturday, July 19, 2013.
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
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
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…
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
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
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.
| 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 |
09 Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife.
19 Better to live in a desert than with a quarrelsome and nagging wife.
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.
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.
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.
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…
