Are things becoming better or worse? Than what?

Is there no ideal each can imagine alone? There is, I imagine and in my imagination you are reading this and making sense of it. Thanks.

So we can agree things are getting better and make it so? Soooo 1969,
how can you stand this Peter Maxx mystery tour .

That’s my cynical-self, he interrupts occasionally at the perfect “oh” moment.

Kinda anti-climactic if you thought I was God talking to you right, like Lennon, or somebody. Nowhere man, or the fool on the hill, or the paperback  writer, or the sky pilot. Bummer thought. Don’t choose to listen to anyone who thinks he is one of those is my advice, but do what ya think ya gotta do… do you know what I am talking about?

Back shortly after when flowers in gun barrels signified sound and fury at Berkley;
Norman Kaffen said to me, “I remember that trip.”
I forgot that as being part of why I believed what he said he believed. Get that?

Very odd people events, led me to agree often with liars selling one-day-at-a-time fire insurance… on a pay as you go plan.

One day, I did not pay and all I built was burned away.

Earlier
thinking about for giving and for getting
and nudging my graven imaginations of those long passed things out of my way,
so I can see past what lies beneath the ashes of all I built and burned.

If I forgive, I forget remembering a wrong thing, so that wrong thing ceases to be a wrong thing done to me, that one time, that I forgot now.

Did that make sense? Is that ok to say? Does it sound right? No way?

Forget about it. You will find a breadcrumb trail.  It is promised in every lost-in-the-woods tale told since first children were lost in the forest. There is a way back, if you took a wrong turn and stopped right here.

Having been lost in the woods on occasion since, I now know breadcrumbs never work in worlds with birds and ants and squirrels. But, I also learned that back where evil step mothers lurk is where my bread would have led.

We are making progress. We are lieving things to be better and better they are.

So say all who agree with me. In agreement, delight your selfs. All the promises of YahWeh are yes in Jesus amen. Such a big word in a brahmin’s mouth.

Believe your amens, my friends, until we meet again. Via con Dios.

I guess this is a cowboy poem.