A product of environment, triggered intellect in response to thoughtful solutions, patient and aggressive, but waiting, operating under restraint imposed by the normalized, commitment to country preceded by his accumulated travels throughout his home state, cities dispersed rurally, most in advance of global connectivities, a back turned to naive hope, as a native sun’s capacities are lost, progress slowed.
Life or not
Self important and lonely, granddad weebles mask-fully around the coffee shop where I sit.
Anxiety expressed when a brother, thin and food conscious is diagnosed for a heart transplant.
Fear for a beauty whose nose pearcing went awry.
Remaining conservatively dormant for longevitys sake allows for Saturday morning coffee parties where nothing is said; sometimes instead over drinks.
Only children matter in suburbia.
Ground gaming
At two he sits in Daddy’s lap, pretzels, beer, third down replay, call reversal, then the game changing score, the youngster, bouncy yet robust-fully buoyant, landing back down on the leather couch up watches outrageous jubilance.
At six, balls are chased, kicked, catching learned, the sun blazen with vitamin D branding activity as necessary.
At fourteen, fighting biology and adolescence, he reigns approval from distant dad in showcasing atypical abilities in coordinated outdoor competitions.
At twenty five, college days behind yet tailgating emotions continue as resources are redirected, armchair quarterbacks abundant, triggers of those bouncy memories exponential.
At forty, managers steer their teams toward production utilizing that prevalence, purple and white colored cake sliced as celebratory reward.
Each game binary in its outcome, a winner, a looser, no ties allowed, a three sided die exacerbating the dichotomies, and stadiums crumble by the impassioned.
Politics: go red go blue!
Supernova
From the medium a protostar coalesces, driven by gravity. In its environmental assemblages, albeit extended in time, pressure builds at its core, eventual is a hydrogen furnace, then balanced competition between that gravitational pressure and its outward radiation, thus are the majority of stars.
For an eternity, that assemblage of substance is the fuel that fuses into time, or age, for life as a star is ephemeral on a universal scale that our minds struggle feebly to digest. 
For billions of years, she burns, gathering and expending mass, burning hotter, eventual is helium, carbon, oxygen, sodium, neon, magnesium, silicon, sulfur, phosphorous, and silicon, then in a finale: a core of iron and nickel.
For the magnificent, that core bouncing to a colossal giant and then to a cooling dwarf, or into a super-colossal nova as an explosive reseeding of its progenitor, permeating waves which jitter the interstellar medium and inseminating its progeny.
Working for Food
Water at four degrees expands, evident by a noted rise in the nearby channel, the Red’s frozen surface glaring, a murder of crow dancing on its surface. Two thistle loaded tubes underhang the riverhouse, providing early reinforcement for finch survival, brisk is the air, the sun brilliant, winter’s clime has arrived.
His coat blonded orange, his tail perk and tall, running with the speed and elegance of a deer, bounding, but not with direct fear, more with an attitude of simple gaming, for after all Mr. Fox deserves the riverside as much as any of us.
Squirrel populations invite regular thoughts of an inconspicuous urban harvest for a weekend lunch or dinner, their regular rummages continue from yet another heavy seeding from the stately burr oaks that surround their plantation, my southern heritage inescapable.
Greys and reds, chasing about, climbing vertically then crossing the high canopied sidewalks, tree by tree, the smaller red’s being more sinister in their elected winter abodes, gnawing through facia board hidden behind a blue spruce growing on the southern corner of the house provides illustration.
Parallel to the Red’s freezing, longer shadows are cast by the pillars of the tall western facing windows of this riverhouse, as a rhythm of the sun’s intensity continues with only gravitational knowledge of this pale blue dot.
Scrub wood burns in the livingroom’s fireplace, two squirrelly dogs scrambling in the projected warmth, playing, learning about their own natures, the one recently added to contrast the other’s somber mood after being orphaned by Ruthie’s expiration.
Order and balance between the squirrel and the fox remain, both in an objectivist war of self-preservation, and while steering cautious of Darwin when outdoors, whether fox, eagle, or otherwise, we share in the goal for unobfuscated survival.
Pouncing Pincher
Leaves falling in a slow descent on this sunny windless morning;
aside, a glassy rivertop reflecting from another State.
Slow is this winters coming, or at least the falls demise,
the reflected being late sprouted greeneries.
The house vibrating from the pouncing woodpecker pinching peanut kernels
from within a copper wired tube intercepting the river’s view,
and which waxes this poetry.
Fox Bark
Spotting Cassiopeia’s, he shifted in his chair aligning the telescope a group would later use, the fire pit glowing, crickets hum.
An Equinox barely past, a rare eclipse awaits, on a crossover day he rescends galloping, as the fox barks again.
Flying w/out Wings
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.
Animal Behaviors
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
Is and Was
shuffling money, they negotiate balance, me, you, me and on they go, five pushing music, guitars prominent, keys particularly mellow, waiting for harmonica
Breathless
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.
Dwight
As executive, projects are shepherded and without agenda, as a fan he wishes for your great journey, selfless. http://bit.ly/1Etfdyp
Concussion
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?
Horizontal Snow
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?
Fire
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.
Glare Ice
Travels many
Early chill subsided
Year retreats
Frozen Red glistens
Finding balance on glare ice
On North Dakota Coal
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:
- http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/Features/GlobalWarming/page5.php
- http://www.advisorperspectives.com/dshort/updates/DOT-Miles-Driven.php
- http://www.epa.gov/climatechange/ghgemissions/sources/transportation.html
- http://www.ucsusa.org/clean_energy/our-energy-choices/coal-and-other-fossil-fuels/how-coal-works.html#.VEk70YvF_p8
- http://changetheequation.org/press/new-survey-americans-say-%E2%80%9Cwe%E2%80%99re-not-good-math%E2%80%9D
- http://www.greatriverenergy.com/makingelectricity/coal/coalcreekstation.html
- http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2359746/
Fluttering Wings
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.
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
Life as a Rose
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
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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Requiem for Another Time
- Leaning On the Everlasting Arm – Iris DeMent, Lifeline 2004 [YouTube]
- Wish You Were here – Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here, Acoustic [Soundcloud]
- Ain’t No Grave Gonna Hold my Body Down – Charlie Parr, When the Devil Goes Blind [YouTube]
- Paradise City – GnR, Appetite for Destruction, Acoustic [YouTube]
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.
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