Empty Hangar

Empty Hangar Arts By j

Inside of me, I find, crooked canyons dried up river-beds, faithful lovers, beautiful friends, prophets, sages, poets, kings, all of these and many more things; a rainbow chase, some tea with rocks, more stars than ever have I seen, and so many more than these. I find a beauty all my own, a place, a time, where no one knows I'm here, I'm now. And if I die before I wake, none of these, will I take. For inside of me's inside of you and inside of we's our noble truth. Nothing's hidden, in the end, for each of us to be and everyone to whee! ~ I long to be alone I long to be held I think I'll hold me. Tightly ~ Awakening? When have I slept, truly to require awakening? Have I not been alive, heart beating, lungs breathing, muscles teeming? As though I have been out of tune, those with authority on spirits tell of the need to make contact with the Me I have forgotten or never knew. When did this happen? Shall I become again as a child? Will my me continue changing? What is the need? True, my eyes have closed millions of times to open again, blinking. I do not see, other than in writing and reading, where my eyes have closed and need opening. Closing a book, my mind becomes enraptured with the earth and sky. And comatose disappears with a dose of real living of life.

clear I want to be so transparent others see what is focus light like a lens. precise. play with the rainbow so bright, my flashlight's inside so warm, my fire burns bright so clear, i see only me others see ever we clear I wants to be so transparent others see what is focus light like a lens. precise. play with the rainbow so bright, my flashlight's inside so warm, my fire burns bright so clear, i see only me others see ever we clear so transparent others what focus. precise. play bright, inside warm, bright clear, me otherswe clear transparent precise inside bright light clear ~

Nothing boils down to Everything. Only the infinite can say anything. Even an ant has a name. these frustrations won't go anywhere so better use them this world has a lot of opportunities but none of them have more than a little purpose. Not for me anyways. Serve who? God? Lucifer? Man? Who? You? Me? I? My Self? every one's got issues. what to do what to do... I DO. I Do. what I do I do. We do we do what we do we do. ~

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A Love Story by J. M. K. Now and again a flash of inspiration, admiration and absolute appreciation blows our minds. We look through the telescopes or we look through the microscopes or sometimes we even look through our very own eyes. Once, one did look through all three and for a brief instant beheld. This one, we'll call him Boy, wrote nothing of this instant and feels it would prove impossible if attempted. Boy, a boy, arrived like all boys from a woman with the help of a man. This instant also goes unrecorded. What does remain of these brief moments is an undefinable existence which this story concerns itself with experiencing. "I Love You." Spoke Boy, making sure to emphasize the 'Y'. "I Love you Too." came the reply. Long before, after and during these momentary momentous mementos of moments, ...nothing. Dear Hearts of the Readers reading: This preparatory note prepares for nothing after nothing. Be aware that what follows is everything to one. Sincerely, Preparatory Note "Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love." There is nothing to be sung. Upon some time in a place like here and now, Boy once decided. Yes, he actually decided upon something. As much as this decision may have been motivated by an understanding between he and his genetic coding, we'll call it a decision. "Whoa Man! Women!" "I know. Sweet! Here. Hit this." "So. Like. I just said something right?" "Whoa man...one thing at a time." "OK. OK. I think I got this one. Let's play!" "Pass that shit. What do you wanna play?" "Here. House!" A scream erupted from somewhere deep inside the building. A baby cried like it had nothing to lose. Perhaps there were two. Either way, they had no way of knowing. "Who are you?" "Who am I." No one answered.

Remember...I be I and You be I too, but only We be We. Oui? Si! See? ~

~ COWS AND COCKS o no if only what would one change could a strange transformation take place let me eat more than grass please a seed and a gait of dignity this walk and jaw cudn't give no more even were there more grass, this side I'll ride the fence and work the morn create a day and live a new sound of some-thing let make a feast for ears the years the light hands stuffd to death the wind would give any freedom would I take stead of greet 2 mouths to feed to be a-doodle-doin my way... what a way... like a crowIn rooster growin with the days of suns

¡DOING

GREAT!

1.

Don't Worry; Be Happy! 2.

breathe slow and deep 3. Show Up, Do Your Best, and Try to Laugh!

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Drink Plenty of Water 5. Everything in moderation 6. To Thine Own Self Be True 7.

Be Grateful 8. Give hugs

9. Learn to Listen.

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¡Live and Love!

alone creating memories to be thrown away let's write a play about a play in a dream of clouds we can put letters together singing praises all around like cheers with beers and toasty wine, we love the times! perhaps a new bent... ABOUT AROUND AGAIN, SEEMING NOWHERE NEW LIKE A SIMILAR SOLITAIRE MATCH WITH DIFFERENT RULES. Even if we could jump over the mountain, the mountain won't move. It moves although it moves. Mountains move and mountains grow. ~

O! Thank Heavens! 'the best thing since leavened bread' Contemplating the reign of tyranny exerted over the human race, one rarely comes to the apex of the conspiracy-theory pyramid to discover television! Millennia have passed in the natural progression of existence; only recently has a worldwide domination such as this, come to power. Genghis Khan, Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, Karl Christian Rove. No warlord ever waged a greater battle against human freedom than the "boob-tube". All hail the far-seeing one, TeleVision! How noble the gods of humanity, created in our image. How beautiful the stories told exemplifying their journeys. Oh, great story-telling sage of ages past, present and future, we greet thee with tired bodies, simple minds and open hearts. Carry us through our gloriously tragic comedy with your gluey metaphors and sticky similes. Connect, for us, the dots and puzzle-pieces; show us the way! Once upon a place and time far away from here and now, there lived a people. Confused, bewildered, frightened, cold, hungry, and thirsty, they showed bountiful stamina in their continual expansions. Creating, destroying, consuming, producing, creatures of decadent wealth and depraved poverty, they marched on through ages of growth and decline alike. One such creature, inspired and insane, scaled cliffs, braved weather, survived wilderness and ascended to the peak in the midst of this civilization. There found this person a lightproducing plant. Like no other herb ever consumed, it gave out light and warmth. The

plant continued growing atop the mountain and forever in the mind of this one brave entity. Descending the peak, this in-lighted person began to weave wondrous words. In semisuspended disbelief and ever-present hope, its companions dared not blink lest their wandering attention lose one strand of this splendorous web. Gathered around this firmly burning flame, each left with more than when they came. All building their minds around this new creation, one after another came to the one with questions and all left with answers differing inasmuch as each their eyes differed in snowflake individuality. The light of the in-lighted one so in-lighted each of the devoted, many new light-tales came about. Following the passing of many in-lighted sooth-saying sages, a truly momentous day came to come and pass. "Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?" asked a curious soul of these now ancient stories and sages. The creatures discouraged this questioner with many varied curses and death wishes. The questioner, ever open, heard not their fearful anger and pursued this longing for answers. Tall tales of a gruesome death remain told today. Inspired, insane, in-lighted, the entity scaled cliffs, braved weather, survived wilderness and ascended to the peak in the midst of civilization discovering a light-producing plant greater in luminescence than any word heard never contained. Confused, bewildered, frightened, cold, hungry, thirsty, in-lighted and out-brighted, the brave soul spent three long days and nights in a blinding dance with this growth. Returning during the slumber of the entire civilization, the new one spoke not, wrote not,

and communicated nothing of the experience. Laughing hysterically the rest of the days and dancing hither and tither, the new one danced from people to people, leaving each with a fresh new lump of shit. Once upon a place and time far away from here and now, there rested a million plus piles of shit. Out of each grew a small light-producing plant glowing, growing and stinking like shit, forever and never, Amen. Oh in-lighted one of many names, let us praise this piece with several. Claes Oldenburg, thank you for toilets. Thank you Orlan for WTF!?! Technically, thank you Paul Nipkow for the electric-telescope! And Mierle Ukeles and Mel Chin, thanks for shit!

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