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Trump Issues Full Reversal on Obama Wiretap Claim

24 Friday Mar 2017

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Time’s Michael Scherer Got It

-by Bill Watkins 3/24/2017

Michael's Nail

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The wiretap logic debate started with something Reuters correspondent Ayesha Rascoe put in her question to White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer on March 7th:

Trump made “declarative” statements on Twitter accusing the previous president, then asked Congress to… “PROVE IT?”

Trump Declarative Twitter Statement #1: (3-4-2017)

Terrible! Just found out that Obama had my “wires tapped” in Trump Tower just before the victory.

Trump Declarative Twitter Statement #2:

This is Nixon/Watergate. Bad (or sick) guy!

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Now, the world minus Donald Trump seemed to think those tweets were inaccurate from the moment they were made.

The White House offered British intelligence meddling as a smokescreen at one point, conjuring James Bond, but as happens to so many Trump claims over the years—the smoke cleared to reveal a baseless claim.  And a British rebuke.

Lack of evidence plagues a troubled Trump who on March 4th tweeted that last bit of darkness out of a lonely Florida sky, a day after filmed arguments at the White House.

A day after Sessions “recused” himself to avoid getting fired for lying to Congress about Russian meetings.

A day after right wing babbling on Obama’s desire to bring Donald Trump down a peg, even through illegal means.

***

Michael Scherer’s interview yesterday confirmed what many already knew, that the beleaguered subject of a current FBI counter-intelligence investigation sitting in the White House had made up his March 4th tweets, without evidence.

Early in his interview Scherer traveled a strange promotional gamut with Trump revolving around the self-proclaimed master dealmaker’s strange abilities to predict future events.

Among other grandiose claims, Trump predicted House Intelligence Committee Chairman Devin Nunes would have new information on “wiretapping” soon.  Was that because Trump himself had initiated the unorthodox Nunes play?

Mr. Trump diverted toward this bash of Time magazine, mixed with self-praise:

And then TIME magazine, which treats me horribly, but obviously I sell, I assume this is going to be a cover too, have I set the record? I guess, right? Covers, nobody’s had more covers.

Scherer didn’t give, issued the apparent 2016 beneficiary of a Russian cyber-attack on Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign this pregnant push:

If you go back to Comey testifying that he and the Justice Department have no information to back up your tweet, the head of the NSA testifying that there is no information to back up your tweet, or the claim made by Judge Napolitano…

Trump got angry, cited a January 20th New York Times story that mentioned “wiretapping,” berated his interviewer Mr. Scherer, making another prediction that the Time writer would “write a bad article because you always do.”

Michael pushed, just as Trump was re-selling another repeated prognostication about Nunes’ new wiretapping information:

And then they just had a news conference now where they turned out, you watch. You watch. 

Michael:

That is different than the president wiretapping you which would be a crime outside of a court.

And that was it.

Michael Scherer went into the history books yesterday because of Donald Trump’s next admission, under pressure from what he would call “the fake news media.”

It could have been Peter Alexander, Hallie Jackson, Ayesha Rascoe, Margaret Brennan, Glenn Thrush, Jonathan Karl, John Roberts, or any other noble reporter—who had all been close to pushing Trump and Spicer over the edge into that most scary place for some inhabiting 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue:  Truth.

But it was Michael Scherer of Time magazine who got his subject to finally break.

Trump was cornered, but did not know it.

Lawyers, Journalists and Cops worth their salt know logic.  Know discrepancies in story. Know fallacies in argument.  And pounce when they do.

Trump:

Well I don’t know where these wiretaps came from.  They came from someplace.  That is what they should find out.

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To recap, Mr. Trump began with a couple clear declarative Twitter statements on March 4th that accused the former president, Barack Obama, of wiretapping him.

And that he was a “Bad (or sick) guy.”

Scherer helped us find out Trump is full of it again, and we might soon find out more of how he cheated with Russians to beat a strong Hillary Clinton in the compromised 2016 election.

The only “Nixon/Watergate” is coming down the Dakota Pipeline, through the FBI and out Trump Tower like a neck through a noose.

We have a decent country, one that needs to pay its debts to Native America, descendants of slaves, the Kennedy family, a lot of banks, world-wide—

And now to Hillary, who Russia and probably Trump robbed in November of 2016.

On the morning of March 4th, Trump claimed to have “just found out” Obama committed a crime and that Obama was a bad (or sick) guy, then admitted to Michael Scherer yesterday, nineteen days later–that he believes in the crime, but does not know who did it. 

Still no apology to Barack Obama.

What is Health?

23 Thursday Mar 2017

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Native American Health10

-By Bill Watkins 3/23/2017

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The U.S. Government could save a lot of money, and at the same time: offer a free health plan for all.  What if Government restricted its spending to these three issues:

1. Paying off Debt
2. Infrastructure
3. Security?

A wild proposal?

Infrastructure and Security could stand alone as the two sole reasons to have a government—the reference to debt there only for our past failings to do right, and keep things simple.  John Hancock sure agreed with the security part of that assessment in his speech about the Boston Massacre, made on March 5th, 1774:

Security to the persons and properties of the governed is so obviously the design and end of civil government, that to attempt a logical proof of it would be like burning tapers at noonday, to assist the sun in enlightening the world.

If Congress can pass no law respecting the practice of religion, why is it okay that it tries to govern on a subject perhaps as controversial and open to interpretation:  Health?

I interviewed a sample of Americans, mostly on Twitter, to explore the notion of “Health,” and what it means to them.  My hypothesis going into this experiment was that while there may be a similarity or two in answers, the differences will point to the problem of trying to legislate such a cloudy issue as “health.”  Various definitions of health would reflect everyone’s unique opinions and vitality.

Here is the question I asked of people on Twitter, by Email, in person, and on the phone:

I’m compiling a book, or long article about “Health.” I wonder if you might help me by giving me your definition of health/i.e. what health means to you?

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Answers:

1.  Bill Watkins:

“Health is a Peace of Mind, Knowing I did the best I could to be the best person I was capable of becoming in all my affairs.”

2.  Duck, Anti-Circumcision Activist:

“Health is discovering yourself and feeding your truth.”

3.  Online T-shirt Salesman:

“Health means your state of being and ability to function naturally.”

4.  Aaron V. from Lake Tahoe:

“Health is natural whole foods, clean water, clean air, a nature soundscape with wildlife, good social relationships, the freedom to explore and then see self-improvement or progress, and having a shelter or sanctuary where one can retreat to and be certain to have all of those things despite what else is going on in the world.”

5.  Sonya on Twitter:

“I believe saying ‘I am healthy’ is relative to your own circumstances. For me, I feel health is a state of physical wellness as well as mental wellness. I believe it’s hard to say I am healthy if either one is compromised to a degree where we are not enjoying living our lives. If we are feeling the best we can for our age and capacity – in that everything is functioning as well as can be expected – and we are getting through each and every day with quality of life in tact, even if it has to be aided by medication, then to me that is healthy. If body and mind are still functioning well enough for me to enjoy life, then I am healthy.”

6.  College Newspaper Staff:

“I’d say health is a state of being. I think it’s a perceived value of physical, emotional, and mental stability and regularity for each individual person. The achievement of ‘healthy’ will differ from person to person based on lifestyle, availability of nourishment and space, and personality.”

7.  Dan R., Twitter:

“Being good in mind, body and soul.”

8.  Yvonne on Twitter:

“Health is a balance of spiritual, mental and physical well-being”

9.  Anastacia on Twitter:

“Health to me means that I’m happy, I am not sick, I can laugh without being in pain.”

10.  Poetry Group on Twitter:

“Health is the harmony of our body.”

11. Carlos M. on Twitter:

“Wellness is a holistic approach to life that includes diet and exercise first with traditional medical care second. ”

12.  Ariel B. on Twitter:

“Health is Peace of Mind.”

13.  Marion W. on Twitter:

“Time set aside in solitude and/or quietness to grow, reflect, write and decompress.”

15.  Google.com on Health:

“Health is the state of being free from illness or injury.”

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Should Government take us to this place of “health,” a place that is defined differently by anyone you ask?  What should Government give?  What is our own business, or responsibility?  Who wants to build roads?  Infrastructure?  I don’t.  So Government, take a tax and have at it!!!

Who wants basic security?  We all do.  We all put money and taxes into that pool, as well, and just hope the Government is honest and honorable in “defending” its people.  I actually don’t think they are, and killing people is not defense.  But that is for another article.

Regarding Health?  Tell a Christian Scientist that they must pay a tax for other people’s “health care,” drugs, doctor visits—something Christian Scientists don’t believe in at all.

The old school prayer healer, the holistic preacher will exclaim:  “God works!!!!”

And God is cheap, too!!!

***

Threaten to take someone’s blanket away, though, and… they will react, to be sure.  Here is something in that blanket’s place, now from my personal experience:

Find a spiritual spot, a special place in nature.

Walk there, bus and walk, but working is key, you must sweat and live and breathe toward your health, if it is to become real.

“But I can’t walk.”

Get to your special place—ask a friend to help you get there.

No matter your belief, a universal good is to establish gratitude for your life.

Declare that gratitude, ask a Higher Power if moved for help, ask the Wind, the Stars, the Hills—the Earth for help.

And re-enter the cycle of life, the cycle often stolen by concrete, metal and the noise of cities.

You are healed.

Clinton: Have Courage

20 Monday Mar 2017

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It’s Time To Admit We Were Robbed

-by Bill Watkins 3/20/2017

Ladies1

In 1938 my grandmother, Louise Ward Watkins, became the first female Californian to run for United States Senate.

We are so proud of her for that.

Definite liberal, right?

Heck no, she couldn’t have been more conservative, more anti-bureaucracy, more anti-communist.  I’ll give her “pro-immigrant,” though, especially involved with Japanese-American rights and culture.

So, I should have grown up a decent feminist, right?  Pro-women, go get ‘em, ladies!?

Sorry.  I grew up a little rootless, a little belligerent, chauvinist, started drinking alcohol young right next to worthless sports playing.

When I got sober, though, I found the feminist within, found pride in ladies’ achievements.  In fact, looking back on my recovery process, where can I look without a female person being there to help me?

My sister inspired our whole family to engage in recovery.  My mother and sister received me in their homes, so I could rest between twelve-step meetings.

The Al-Anon meetings I attended were more and more female-heavy, until I looked around at a meeting in La Canada, California before sitting down one day, raised my hand humbly to ask the group:

“Is this a women’s meeting?”

They said no, pulled out a chair for me, saw me through great realizations and self-discovery, and were the first audience in my little comedy career.  We laughed, cried, and grew up together, and I am grateful to those extended mothers and sisters, who made me a better person, one day at a time.

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And then there was Hillary.

Proud, pretty, active, smart, and Presidential.

I criticize, as my grandmother would, or her son, my father—the Democrat platform of over-spending on domestic programs.

I question the Democrats’ counterparts, the war-heavy and over-spending Republicans with respect to “national security.”

I question both parties when they exclude talk of “God” or Higher Power, then PLAY GOD, supposing humans are so great, deceiving voters into thinking people great.  We spend and spend—even money we don’t have, to prove we are great, but fail in the end—succeeding only in piling up a massive debt.

Our national sins blare while we vote on Native American blood, on un-retributed Slavery, on JFK’s blood, while covert CIA washes their hands again and again, tweeting their ability to “accomplish what others cannot accomplish and go where others cannot go.”

We killed Kennedy, covered it up—call Jack’s blood “classified,” then carry on like a murderer who picks up a check, signing it over to charity with a smile.

I am crying, some would say about the past—whining, but all for the purpose of salvaging:

Righteousness.  Truth.  Exposing cheaters, thieves and crooks.

We need to welcome back Native America, to honor our old treaties with them, to create a Trail of Cheers for Cherokees back to their land.

Offer Seats in every congress or city council to Native Americans.  They, not us, should lead this country to what it could be.

We need to pay our debts, including to African Slave descendants, to allow those people to travel back to native lands—decide if really, this is their country, or perhaps a better one is behind them, the one from which they were so brutally stripped years ago.

Land of origin is important.  God gives all people land.  My people left England for reasons unknown to me, but my guess is for fame and riches—as the Watkins side were on the “Jamestown” expedition of 1607.

Armor, conquering, and “naming” lands already inhabited.  Racism.  Ethnocentrism.

Well… before I remove myself back to England, I stand for the issues already mentioned, and for Hillary:

Hillary, who was of two candidates for the presidency in 2016, the only presidential, appropriately acting one.

Hillary—who was robbed, not necessarily on election day!!! No.  BUT I AM HEREBY SICK OF THE SCARED PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO ADMIT THE TRUTH OF WHAT THE RUSSIAN HACK DID TO HILLARY CLINTON’S CAMPAIGN.

HOW ANY INTERFERENCE AFFECTS VOTES!!

Example:

I love Bernie Sanders.  He’s my guy.  Whoops!!  He lost to Hillary.  Wait, some say Bernie was robbed of the nomination.  Hmm…

Look at those Hillary emails LEAKED BY WIKILEAKS.  Hmm.

She’s being investigated by the FBI?

Wow, I think I’ll vote for Trump.

How can any objective person NOT THINK AN ELECTION RESULT IS AFFECTED BY INTERFERENCE?  FAKE NEWS?  ESPIONAGE?  LEAKED PERSONAL EMAILS?

Stop cowering, Hillary supporters.  Stop the shyness, reporters.  And stop the insanity, Republicans, before you become accessories to treason.

Let’s eye this for what it is:

The Democratic candidate for president in the 2016 election DID NOT GET A FAIR SHOT AT THE POSITION BECAUSE OF A RUSSIAN-LED HACK AND DISINFORMATION OPERATION.

The vote is moot, the vote should not count.

Say it. Say it again:

Hillary got robbed.

Of what possession?  The chance for a fair election.

Now, historically, we are not a fair nation—based on the sins aforementioned in this article.

The Clinton robbery is for me a fourth major sin.

Natives, Slavery Retribution, Truth for JFK, and may we now GIVE HILLARY THE SPOT SHE DESERVES.

I say to all parties involved, but specifically to Hillary/Obama-haters:

I feel your pain.  Those Democrats SPEND TOO DANG MUCH!!  They are too loose on immigration policy and on enforcing law!!!

I’ll help you, if you help us.  Let’s do better, spend less, pay our bills, and put an experienced, proper, presidential person in the White House.

Hate is a terrible paradigm for decision-making.  Discard it now, admit that hate blinded us to obvious moral questions regarding the suspect Republican candidate for president in 2016—the current usurper.

Clinton was such a strong candidate, and the prospect of Obama “Part Two” was so hard to even consider for opponents, so:

Republicans went with a shady strong man to bully his way to the once-respectable and most revered American leadership post.

Washington, Adams, Lincoln, FDR, JFK, Reagan, Bush… and now an apparent crook, who clearly benefited from Russian interference.

Don’t allow this.  Stand up, and let’s right our wrongs—even if it takes you, like me, toward removal from Native American land.

Belly of the Beast

18 Sunday Dec 2016

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We should have nothing to do
with conquest.
–Thomas Jefferson

America’s number one crime family
is CIA, the conquest instinct
alive and kicking as the Devil
rocks excited, kicking up dust manifest
towards suffocating destiny.

I love you, don’t get me wrong:

the sinner in me not far from
my steps, I was a drunk high on
alcoholic beverages, C2H5OH
ethyl not Lucy—flammable and
volatile, a first fuel for
rockets…

Down the hatch, no way to catch—
you had to ask God, Something big
and powerful in prayer.

(But it was so much easier to join
a gang. For me it was almost the
Pasadena Bloods, wearing red putting
hands up against the night. Red
clothes, red SUV—tinted and pretty.
Instant Family!!!)

That’s how the CIA does it as well,
Mafioso-like recruitment in your
lonely hour needing friends.

A “purpose…”

Even if that purpose is evil, it justifies
itself in group therapy and togetherness,
we’re all together in this mess!!!

Raise your glass to lack of tenderness;
it’s “National Security” that will veil
our silliness.

Grown men and women tip-toeing
around spreading lies, propaganda and
reasons foreign leaders must die, so
we can get paid “killing” them, even if
ideas and spirit never die.

The mob and gang mentality is similar
in our highest criminal courts, who
accept at times the misnamed
“cui bono” (who benefits) AS IF FROM
A MURDER OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING
ANYONE, ANYTIME…

BENEFITS.

No one wins with murder. Murder is just
murder. A lost spirit. A lost potential.

A lost set of ideas and actions, that perhaps
you do not like now; they oppose you
or your plans to own, or financially gain
or win some short term prize.

But TO MURDER. To Murder a foreign
“leader,” a man or woman from man and
woman like you, a fellow trudger on this
earth, a brother or sister who played in
a sandbox like you did.

Maybe they lacked that opportunity.

We can love, seek to understand over
always being understood; we can open
up and learn another point of view.

Bend or break! The killer, conquering
instinct from Satan not God, no matter
what you call it, from a “business move”
to “national security.”

Evil is evil, killing killing, and killing is never
national or self-defense.

Disease of More

18 Sunday Dec 2016

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Oswald’s 6th and CIA Omerta
seem lesser concepts when compared
to native plight, the
White man coming, conquering
and killing in the night.

The mob our government has locked
inside, from Ivy League schools
or wherever nice but lonely
rich kids can be recruited to be
in a family of brotherhood and togetherness.

To gather around crime is tempting
and even easy.

We group together, then justify wrong
acts because our brothers are doing them too.

The mob speaks of omerta, taking
secrets to the grave, and the CIA
is of the same mold.

God bless us all to proud truth of
who and what we are;

No matter how sick, perverse or wrong—

There is always a way out and back
to love and goodness.

The gospels are there for us when
we ask, we receive.

Or the Tao Te Ching.

Or the native river, writings of thanks
written on the wind, the leaves
changing so why not us?

Give them their land back, and let’s go
back to ours.

Stray Dogs, Helicopters and Trash

08 Thursday Dec 2016

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norwich-terrier

Stand down, army, stand down.

You are worse than the British over
the colonies years ago.

You are loud, helicopters—and I can think
of no benefits to you except for maybe
that kind that dowse forest
fires with water.

The modern American city is
a modern American blasphemy.

Then call the police station to complain
about their loud helicopters and hear
the voice of stupidity talking back,
trying to justify the violent, loud
way of life while bad budgets
have stray dogs pooping in our storm
drains.

God, we should have learned from the
Native American people, listened to them.

Respected them.

Enough to leave when we were no longer
welcome.

Back to our lands of origin.

The lands that God gave us; the ones
in which we buried our fathers and
mothers.

Concrete, metal and trash litter the ground
that used to connect us with Mother
Earth.

We have cut ourselves off from Love
itself, then wonder why the homeless
congregate in urine-filled gutters,
homeless dogs, too. This one from
England, this one from Australia—

Even the Dogs are lost in a country not
their own!!!

Disenchanted. Disillusioned, but so often
blissfully ignorant we immigrants squat on
Indian land.

We laugh the empty thrill of victory
that defeats ourselves with every cigarette
obtained, smoked and littered.

We laugh the high shrill shriek of killing
ourselves with alcohol and drugs,
because we know no better than we were
shown, and Dad hadn’t a clue.

“We are searching for a suspect in your
area.”

Officer: search for yourself, for YOU—not
they, are the Criminal making noise beyond
reason into the night over this supposed
City of Angels.

Be quiet, and change your life.

Find your roots, go there.

Indians: come back

Fighting the Fight

25 Thursday Feb 2016

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Is it might or right, from your
front door standing in the night?

You raise your fist and sound
the alarm, speak tough words

and are willing to roll around
with other men, on the ground

of prisons, jails and sin, but if
“I could just be the toughest,

Perhaps they would give me a
medal of honor, and I would finally…

Win.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass” is the favorite
of the “Tough”—not seeing the homo-

sexual connotations in raping peace
with certain incarceration, where you

might find yourself rolling around soon
with other men who thought they were

Tough, then ended up showing their
toughness to male guards, temporary

male prostitutes, trying to substitute
for co-ed life away from the bars.

Then one day you think, maybe I should
not fight so much, or act on anger

all the time, pushing my weight around,
because wait:

Life is short, and I’d rather be free where
I go, free of anger, fear and pride driving

me every which way but home—to the bar,
to the road, to the fight, to the
handcuffs, to the booking, to the
stories told when everybody’s looking,

to a lonely cell, the brotherhood of
all men and women, could have listened
to Jesus Christ, turned the other cheek,

kissed the girl, raised a family—

So stop rolling around with other men—
or threatening homoerotic fantasies,

And come back to God, peace, and
general neighborhood tranquility.

Tough, like Cool is dead—in the presence
of cooler, calmer, eternal Nice.

God bless us to nice—a Tough thing to
be—the best if you want to breathe
long… And See.

Big Yang

13 Wednesday May 2015

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The wolf sees what scientists don’t,
the full circle, Yin and Yang more than
Big Bang, this is the beginning, the end:

The same thing.

1, 2, 3 the dream of all who see, two
plus two? Depends what you’re adding.
The cloth and the sun eclipsed by
spider webbing truth!

One thing remains after the dust settles:

Infinity.

Or does it all come to zero, back full circle
to “I don’t know.” The wolf howls angry
messages of love at the moon—the reverse of
sun, the inverse of none:

We are born…

Birthday rhymes with Earth day as we see out
the shadow call it soul to shade, los musicos preparing
to blast to the bull’s demise but not before a final
surprise, the Earth cringing, its name a lullaby…

Sleep

First Crush

24 Friday Apr 2015

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Waves crash, suns fall down,
when really—

It is Earth that moves.

It’s all relative, the first crushy feelings
grab some at five, some at ten,
some feel stunted and
don’t trust love…

So how on God’s Green is it to
be expressed?

First crush, first love, first
Wife—Proverbs said to after that
relationship look. Take care, it
is a blessed thing,

And if it should happen that a
child in your care is crushed,
lift them up, open them up,

And welcome the love out—

Even if you never got that chance
yourself!

Pay forward gifts you never got?

Powerful it is to let go our pain,
ease in morning, catch the light
playing with rain and clouds again,

The rainbow not unlike those
prime feelings.

Suffering ceases, a thought of peace;

To be with her or him—it!!

First crush—Love, surrender!!

First love, find it within, give it
still, even if over hills and seeming
so far away…

And whatever you do, if moments
continue to pass, that wave overhead
and for today out of reach:

Pass along what you have to teach,
encourage the young to be honest,
loving, and to marry from their souls.

Else our lives ring incomplete, Longfellow
had something there;

Standing in these cowardly walls, lacking rhyme.

We look ahead, call her bad—the first,
because we were bad, unwilling, unable.

Go back, and say hello, if this is so:

First crush, we all know…

Bloom

22 Wednesday Apr 2015

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Prosper in no space but your
own; spread out green across the
face of doubt,

The banks of shimmering sunsets
out to pasture.

The peace is bound to be there.

Accept the warmth when cold, the
shadow when hot, cool breezes in
time to heal,

A water emerges from you, from
without too, evaporation
creating the dream of truth
on the horizon as you wait for
wet.

God is watching the rainbow as we
Hers after the rain; Hers on mountainsides
from Greyhound in Spring up
to the Area’s brisk bay.

When I cannot find the Power to
express, undress. Know. The rainbow
is gold before found in pots by lovers
and streams.

God is pleased when we bloom; all that
work to let it out suddenly.

So private are we, so introspective until
the fall. We gather steam, are as much
a self-willed as inspired dream as we wake up
to one more thing, again and again

The Autumn of Regret falling.

Bloom: where planted they say, or
release your pollen of paintings, songs
and books across all divides to end
up at new beginning’s silver intermission.

Elmer Bernstein’s playing something classical
against our laughs, and with us is God
laughing, hopeful like us—

Meanwhile we sift through the soil, private
in that redundant Winter until alone we know:

There will be another summer, with or without
bodies, the essences of Truth
on a JFK flag, holding on to your ideals against
threats and bothers.

War is the sprouting of a seed through snow and
dirt and water and wind.

Ahhhhh! Reach up to the Sun at least one more time,

One more day. Now, then, with me and give thoughts
to your descent, shower in light and give again…

Expression, God on a higher hill laughing…

Waiting, awaiting your bloom.

***

So eat, drink, replenish and be ready, and
when or if called… open. If not called, open
louder and brighter.

If never called, know that God was calling,
never more pleased as at the lonely
bloom blooming uphill against the storm.

You are recorded, you are here;
there are no enemies at the core—

Shout “Joy” at blooms to be, so that
forever shall there be more…

Life. The only worthwhile war.