For April 28, 2016. COLORS.

COLORS.

passing once-

the awning is so bright=colorful=bright.

circular bulbs flashing their own individual colors, saying Look at me.

Music from speakers rumbas and chas

Adding the perfect touch to the atmosphere.

Even the people ever so secondary seem to cheer the place up

eating neatly

straight napkins

straight backs

elbows off the tables.

passing twice-

the awning yawns grey black

circular bulbs shine color-

so static, no energy.

No music to boost morale for neat meals

no voices to add to a pleasant evening atmosphere.

Thought of while running past the same restaurant between 11 and 12pm on April 29/30, 2016. Written by Sam between 12 and 12:30pm on April 30, 2016. Posted 1:06pm April 30, 2016.

For April 27, 2016.

They said hello,
Not directly.
Through others,
Hints not seen
I go on,
noticing only in hindsight.

Written by Sam on April 28, 2016 time stamp 5:50pm, posted April 28, 2016 at 5:53pm.

For April 26, 2016. A SMALL STORY.

A SMALL STORY.

Two men are shoveling dirt into one wheelbarrow.
One says to the other, "I noticed you have strong wrists, where did that come from?"
The other responds, "I used to guide construction cranes and we spun are wrists to signal the crane operator to move his crane down. I enjoyed it very much. We moved wood debris, metal slabs and metal foundation beams(,); the beams would get tied three to one pulley system. It is quite an amazing feat if you think about it."
The first one keeps shoveling, commenting that his uncle did construction work but nothing with cranes.



By Sam written between 12:15am and 12:20am time stamp same posted 12:23am on April 27, 2016 for April 26, 2016.

GOD'S MARKETPLACE.

GOD'S MARKETPLACE

Photo by Phillip Juras in Washington GA.

God’s Marketplace used to be so grand

when it had a shining muffler in hand.

Gene Weeks stood there so tall welcoming each and every customer,

Saying hey we have the best of the best.

He is God’s protector now

Only standing tall

Creepily smiling with an empty hand.

They took away the 1957 190 Mercedes-Benz 

Started serving food,

Forgot to give weeks a St. Marys to hold

He now just calls out we have emergency care

With his creepy stare.

Written by Sam 11:30am and between 2:15 and 3:00pm on April 25, 2016 posted 3:08pm on April 25, 2016. 

A KEY, A BALL, AND THE GRASS THAT IS TOO TALL.

A KEY, A BALL, AND THE GRASS THAT IS TOO TALL.

The grass grew tall
The ball's color green and dulling getting lost.

A key not found,

The car withers.


By Sam time stamp 8:29pm April 24, 2016 posted 11:12pm April 24, 2016.

RPGesque

RPGesque

Mr. Zoot Suit, also known as The Riddle Man- To known members he goes by Benji the White Coat. MR. Benji has charms and material objects and goods that strategists on the ground can use if they are nice to Mr. Benji, if he decides to help them, or if they know what to call him. Strangers, new strategists, or foes that don’t call him by the right name will get bad riddles or no gifts and or charms at all, he will just (Sometimes silently) and wisely walk away with his Zoot draping behind him.

Caleb (need nickname)-  Has a highbrow hair do that has a special energy reserve in it. He is a quiet sidekick that can be pushy when the strategists need extra force or reinforcement. Can present and use power plays from the characters of Magic.

Dr. Hendrix is known as the clicker connector- He can be apparated by presenting colored metal stars in the air of red, black, silver(may need to be in a certain order may not, will see). 

There is a floater/flyer, (which I have not described here as of yet) who is the protector and looks out ahead of the path of the strategists. There was originally one but now there will be two, Ciera being one of them.

By Sam written all day specifically 12:30 to 2:10pm and 10ish to 11ish on April 23, 2016 posted at 11ish on same date April 23, 2016.

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES DAY FOUR AND (ONE OF SOMEONE ELSES- Charles Marsh).

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES DAY FOUR AND (ONE OF SOMEONE ELSES- Charles Marsh).

I

Little Dragonfly crawling up the wall

Slips to fall

struggling it inches up

Falls flying away.

II

Little Dragonfly trying to crawl up the wall

Music confuses its sights

It jumps to (too) inch a bit

Stumble,

Fly away.

By Sam written April 21 and April 22, 2016.

Drinking coffee feels like managing my life.

Studiously working,

reviewing back pain statistics, love idioms, and   

Pronunciations of cash flow through bike shops with endless doors closing in front of faces,                 too many to remember.

By Sam written April 22, 2016 between 2 and 3pm and 11:15pm and 11:35pm posted on April 22, 2016 at 11: 36pm.

Charles Marsh described by Jennet Conant:

“He was an enthusiastic proponent of plunging into life with both feet, committing oneself fully, damn the consequences. He championed a sort of super-American Whitmanesque belief in pure spirit, boundless possibility, and what he called that unshakable “bit of devine moving from the embryo to death in each of us.’”  From The Irregulars, Roald Dahl and the British Spy Ring in Wartime Washington page 24, by Jennet Conant .

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES(And Others) DAY THREE.

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES(And Others(And Others to be added April 22, 2016) DAY THREE.

The_____________ in  (you fill in who is ) in the tight cap and short shorts glared at me.

The _____________ (you fill in who is ) sitting in the middle center of the auditorium, short and slouched, stares blankly ahead not quite at me but close enough.

I can see their brain whirring behind those eyes.

The____________ in the middle center is as human and humble as possible but mechanical all the same.

They have gears instead of flesh in there, "I just know it."

I stand firm and proud.

Ready for any task.

Ready for any contingency necessary, 

Ready for tears, unnecessary but still coming at the wrong moment.

I______________________________________________________(You fill in your own conclusion or no conclusion at all).

    

I love cute old dudes and fat old girls. 

I drool on my pillow

when I wake up with drool I know I dreamed.

It is that way.

I had drool

I had a lovely dream.

I was falling but in control through sand 

the graniness of the particles felt like silk against my skin 

the waves intermittent but not too far apart washed over my selves 

I saw bodies coming up and forward towards me 

like blocks were turning two dimensionally in front them.

Seeing a blank face here a red pair of shorts here, a set of black hair there a set of Toesoxs there.

Recognizable clothes but unknown blank faces

partially materializing in front of my face as they came or come closer.

I thought I saw my professor.

I thought I saw my great grandma who I knew from so many fire side stories

from the Christmas parties, the dry water non alcoholic reunions, and the big daddy little daddy chats in the woods.

I thought I saw my dead sister.

I thought I saw my little cousin.

I thought I saw my best friend and classmate.

I was falling again, the sand felt so good the water leaving me alone.

Faces appeared, still falling, they said hello.

I wanted to grab them and tell them I love them.

I wanted to scream Hello!!! Hello!!! 

They kept going.

I started to wake up but was still dreaming.

Trying to remember something I couldn't quite grasp.

My classmate and best friend? No it wasn't them, Someone though was telling me about baseball caps and Toesoxs.

Who

Who

WHo

WHO

WHO

WHO?

?

It all sudden.

Hit me.

My professor.

My dear old professor

playing 

Bocce.

He Loved the sport.

Told me a thousand times

as many times as I had heard of my great grandmother

about Toesoxs and Bocce.

THE LIGHT IS TO BRIGHT

DROOL FALLS OFF ME 

BOLT UPRIGHT, I SIT.

WHERE AM I?

AWAKE?

DO I KNOW?

?

?

NO,

I THINK NOT.

THAT I DO NOT KNOW, NO.

HOW WOULD I KNOW.

By Sam written on April 21, 2016, some ideas for this from April 20, 2016 written April 21, 2016 between 10:30 and 11:04pm, posted 11:06pm onApril 21, 2016.

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES DAY TWO, THE WORLD STILL ROTATES.

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES DAY TWO, THE WORLD STILL ROTATES.

The bus rolls

we stand rigid

bees pass by in the wind

Stopping for a moment of breath.

Originally written April 20, 2016, midday, rewritten 10ish and posted 10:30pm April 21, 2016

YOU DON'T LIKE ME,

WHEN YOU REALLY DON'T LIKE MY POSTS AND  SCORN MY WRITING.

YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER BY DISLIKING AN INANIMATE OBJECT, HOWEVER BY DEFAULT YOU ARE DISLIKING ME AND HURTING YOURSELF 

BECAUSE I AM MY ART.

I AM THE WORDS THAT ARE ON THIS PAGE AND THAT PAGE AND THE PAGE FROM THE DAY BEFORE AND THE YEAR BEFORE AND THREE YEARS BEFORE THAT.

I AM THE QUIRKS THAT SPILL OUT OF MY MOUTH.

I AM THE DUDE OVER THERE THAT IS A "RUNNING MACHINE"

I AM THE GUY YOU SEE AT EVERY STORE IN EVERY CORNER OF OUR TOWN

AND

I AM THE GUY YOU NEVER SEE BUT IS ALWAYS RIGHT THERE FOR YOU.

TRY ASKING WHY

TRY SAYING HELLO 

TRY SEEING THEM IN THEIR OWN LITERAL SHOES INSTEAD OF YOUR OWN LITERAL SHOES.

Written April 21, 2016 for April 20, 2016, 10ish to 10:20ishpm, posted 10:30pm April 21, 2016

My chick cousin called me the other day.

She is uptight but nice and likes twirling her hair.

She said, she only called to tell me never to tell her

"I am praying for you"

"It is soo condescending!!?!?!" She blurted out before hanging up.

Leaving me with a statically loud buzz untill I said "goobye" too late hanging up.

Written April 21, 2016 for April 20, 2016, 10ish to 10:20ishpm, posted 10:30pm April 21, 2016

By Sam written on April 20 and 21, 2016, 10ish to 10:20ishpm, posted 10:30pm April 21, 2016.

NOTICE FOR THE TWENTIETH .

I have a poem idea about dreaming about professors. However I need to get some sleep so I will have to postpone the twentieth post until the day of the twenty- first.
Sincerely,
Sam.

SNAPSHOTS OF OUR LIVES: TO SEE AND BE AMAZED AT. ANIMAL TRAILS IN WATER CRAWLING ALONG FOR UNKNOWN PERSONS. JAZZ IN OUR EARS IS LEAVES RUSTLING IN THE DISTANCE.

Animal trails in water

Crawling along

For unknown persons.

To see and be amazed at.

Most float over

missing the amazement of an activity by an equally unknown animal.

The few that see the trail in the water have the most enjoyable day.

Smart children make challenging projects for teachers

that puzzle out hidden jems of their works.

Listening to words spoken out loud

Spoken from the diaphragm

Rich but soft

Leading to trembling music that reaches deep into our bones.

We love the evening of our words, sentences, and stories.

The night of blues, song after song-

We could live here.

By Sam written between 9:19pm and 9:48pm on April 19, 2016 and posted April 19, 2016 at 9:55pm.

JUST GETTING BY.

JUST GETTING BY.

We didn't ask for advice we just lived our lives.
Passing the days by with the sun's light shifting.




By Sam unknown time and date, time stamp 10:14pm posted 10:16pm on April 18, 2016.

WHEN THE TEMPLATE IS FINISHED.

Went swimming

Being in the moment of the laps

With chess moves playing in my head

Cohorts blankly staring out a window

Cant or won’t relax.

Going to a hotel

Having fun

Hearing sirens—

No ones around

Red light gotta stop

Red light gotta go through

Moving on through as the sirens scream GO GO GO.

Sitting at the hotel playing chess for real

My mental moves staying one step ahead.

Not hearing the wind as it lays hiding

Waiting.

Pressure building, not learning anything new

To tense, got to go, get out of here, swim again.

Neighboring town getting hit

Tornado wiping it out.

Staring at the TV News

Same News

No News.

Wind is still

Trees hold breath

Branches hesitate to move.

All surreal

Water splashing from laps repeating on loop

My mental chess moves inching back and forth

Cohorts stiff

Minds blank

Will not recognize real situation

Ignoring Facts

They will not calculate which town is next.

Repeating little sets of moments

All surreal.

Trees Breathe.

We Walk Away Moving On.

Original idea(TEMPLATE) By Sam written between 9 and 11:39pm no time stamp and rough draft started for WHEN THE TEMPLATE IS FINISHED on April 16, 2016.

By Sam other drafts and final version written between 5 and 5:30pm on April 17, 2016 and posted April 17, 2016 at 5:35pm.

TEMPLATE

Wind still

Swimmining  being tense

Driving through red lights

Playing chess

Wind being still

To tense got to go get out of here swim again

Neighboring town getting hit

Stairing at the tV news

No news

Wind still

All surreal

We walk away move on.

By Sam written between 9 and 11:39pm no time stamp posted April 16, 2016.

April 15, 2016.

April 15, 2016

I am running

Solitary

Strong

Proud.

Getting high on too much oxygen

I start seeing friends,

Chanler the Chancler

Pulling over in a car with a Hello!

We chat, he moves on

I run.

Still getting high on oxygen

Coming up a hill

The wrong way?

Pausing suddenly

“Wow, don’t know what’s down there, cant go that way”

It was just a misstep to a gradient change.

By Sam written 12:00ish in the am, original time stamp 11:40pm spoken out in my head on April 15, 2016, posted April 16, 2016 at 12:52am.

ONE EYE HALF WAKES BENDING DOWN WASHING FACE HEARING A NOISE QUICKLY LOOKING UP TO SEE FOG RIDDEN,

One eye

half wakes

bending down

washing face

hearing a noise

we quickly look up to see fog ridden

the shadow of a nose.

The cat running away

only hearing the paws fall

looking up

one eye

seen by the other eye

through a clear mirror

awake now

fog gone

Day Starts.

By Sam written 5:30am and 10:50pm to 11:21pm on April 14 2016 no time stamp posted April 14, 2016 at 11:20pm.