Balsa Wood Pilot Guy

You KNOW that was always the best part of the kit.

It came dressed in a thin cardboardy stiffness, wings all flat and even the special "engine" of rubberband and big red plastic propeller attached to praying mantis wheels. And these paper slivers of soft, wet, seemingly hamwood but real tree Styrofoam indeed. Yes, the paper airplanes in candy wrappers! But putting them together was only part of it. Of course it flew -- took off sometimes movie credits good, too. No-one ever saw this of course, only the times you said look and there it went all 911 right before your eyes.

But no, I'm talking about that GUY. He was part of the kit; in my humble opinion (Bisquichinanly large and hairy as it may seem) the BEST part of it.

It was an oblong tab with a pilot printed on it. The side view appearance showed him to be a very intent, obviously military (no dust cropper dreams for boys please) pilot. You just sort of stuck him in there, along the spine of the vertically presented balsa piece passing for the body of the airplane. Like putting a coin away in jewelry case. Click here or on the post title to see a sample of it. I used to make him face the wrong way just for fun.

To fly, one could simply mean ALOFT.

Now the years have gone by and I realize...that pilot guy is us.

The symbol of mighty direction in flight and yet being nothing of the kind. Looking keenly onward-front but mounted only on flying pieces of wood tension strong to a rubber band of flight, and not by the feathers we all really have. Poor 2D pilot guy! There he is, bold as a coin face when seen from one side, mission in the skies of a child! Having no idea really how long the tension will last to support his brief journey in the air, or of whoMever may have wound it up just right or not nearly enough, tab into pre-cut slit-in-the-wood precision but always gruffly placed a little off in hurried fashion for the Great Godchildren to fly your plane with their giggles in the air.

YOUR plane.

I think it's us because lately we're always looking ahead somewhere else on the ground even when high up in the sky. It just makes no sense to me at all if Heaven's in the clouds. Always, always -- we're needing a place to land. And you know there's no such thing as land, right? So when you think of him think of you a little. I do now. If you close your eyes and think about it, you may like me remember building these airplane kits too, and when pushing the pilot into position flight after flight, always inward and deeper into the seat of the tiny wood, it was really a symbol to the study of life. Opus Christi, now fly.

If only you could turn and look around.

A Couple of Bullets

• You need Nothing,
  and It could care less about you.
  

• Love is about clicking, and yet all we do
  is poke the buttons on a mechanical mouse.
  

• Illusion depends on seeing so much
  it does no work at all.
  

And Still My Sandals On

If Jesus wrote an autobiography today
he'd have an awful lot of fun with Capitals.

I needed the name for a book about Me, and I couldn't stand this version thing that was going on Down There. So here's My story the way it's happening now. Screw them, their stories are all just Movies. Mine's a diary.

I'm so tired being bound, you know?

If I walk on water but still wear shoes, I'm a lot better than Spiderman just let me tell you. One thing's for sure -- I am not NAILED DOWN. That's a pretty good metaphor though of where you have to go to Feel me Talking to you. But it ain't Me -- I just got out of all That Drama.

And hey, enough with kingdoms and Queen's Daughters and running away from It All while some fruity artist hides it in his pictures. You're an Idiot. I never left anywhere because I never was One Place at All. So if you think I got married and ran, you're nuts. But the power is All Around. In fact, all day Still. Just Going On.

So knock it off and become Once Again with Me.

Newton Knew Better Too

Always takes an apple though.
Gravity my ass.

Frankly I'm tired of it, all them lazy angels
landing on me, resting their wings,
weighting down the flutter of God.

No one can see?
Boy, you sure do stick to Earth.

Empires Feed on All You Do

Despite accounts to the contrary, it just may have been built in a day -- six days under God's Heavens & Earth project record, mind you -- but in thinking empirically I sure have discovered something interesting on the letters down:

R iding
O n
M y
E xperience

I dunno. I do a lot in a day, much of it boring to me but very interesting to a lot of other, say parties. They tell you right out it's parties. Interested parties on your behalf.

So back on track, as in the one they run on you, the Bible's full of all kindsa secrets spelled down and sideways. So why not Rome? And what a guilty, taxed place of almost all slaves and then the Rich. Oh well, it least it burns. It always always burns, and it goes up quick cuz someone always fiddles around too long instead of heeding mutiny's tides.

"The blaze broke out near the Circus Maximus stadium and raged for six days before it was extinguished."

Good luck, Citizens of Xperience. May, as the Irish say, the wind be to your back, and not bent by some jackass fat-cat senator of economy while you do all the walking.

What Freakin Genius is Vague?

After all it's just someone's idea. The theory of something. Everything that changed a world of one I admit, but bombs aside, all it really comes down to is this: when you're measuring stuff and discover light is absolute; you find out where you're measuring from is always relative to what you're measuring. You are that which you measure.

Speeding light the same no matter where we are. Energy, matter, form, spirit -- interchangeable pairs. Unless of course you stop. Absolutely not! Enough funnies. Motion is a serious, serious thing.

So then, Mr. messy-haired professor, say it's not what God said (not let x=something but let there be Light -- you figure out the difference) and we decide to measure, say, Truth, instead of light - just to find the energy.

What then, Einstein?

Does not the same formula apply? I believe you'll find it does. Truth is relative. So therefore be it resolved that the energy is emcee squared - Jehovah and Lucifer running a show if you want. Done. Don't make it stop... make it Stop.

Ants Should Not Catch the Corner of My Eye

TRUTH
is enemy One.
Everyone hates it.
Kills it burns it alive spits all over its
humiliated carcass for the sake of
simply staying masked.

MIRROR, NO!
DEEP WORDS, RUN!

Expose the Truth,
and where Lies then?
Hate to say it, but in the midst of You.

Even X-Files sounds like priests steering sheep all wrong:
NO YOU IDIOT THE TRUTH IS NOT OUT THERE
the truth's inside of you,
like Aliens
and through your beating heart
ruptures
like a brand new spear to come.

Unimpressed

We all hear the message
loud and so clear,
but we live in a place now
where DELIVERY
is all the difference in the world.

Hey What's Up? Eh, Nothing.

You have nothing to fear.

Oh, har har. That's a really big something, that Nothing. Add the word "only" and up the "n," and you've got the basic Truth. Nothing is pretty huge. It makes up a heck of a lot of the huge universe -- outer space has more nothing in it than stars or gas now doesn't it?

And right here on Earth too, inside of you even at your deepest cell's molecule of an atomic core -- there is an absolute abundance of nothing, all hidden in the space between protons and neutrons and electrons. Well here's the News now. That nothing in you is the same nothing out there. The nothing everywhere is all one Nothing, and nothing all at Once.

Now that's huge, I'm sorry. And something that huge is indeed scary. So yeah, you pretty much have Nothing to fear. Better do something quick.

Bags of Water: Beware

If water is the God
then angels be these trees
rivers
lakes
to oceans run
trapped so much of its body
within other prisons made
from so-called sons of God
pipes
reservoirs
dams
kitchen sinks and bathtubs
Disneyland.

The world from outer space
two labels strong on a grade school chart
one points clearly to the sea as free
the other, to pictures of treatment plants
and power station rinses.
whilst we forget
that our body's skin holds blood inside --
made of water, always two-thirds
water. In every state,
the water.

Frozen: a timeless God.
Gases in no despair just stopped.
Gaseous: so free to fly about and frolic with the stars.
Gases as they really be.
Liquid: so trapped by this thing called Man.
Gases in transition not allowed to freely crawl
and get off the ground to fly.

This Elemental
one liquid should be left Alone,
yet its vapour, its ice, can't even be
so Man must go
and let the water be.
Bags of water, the Sacred Sisters sing,
Let free your blood now in every land,
not for spilling it my brothers -- but for letting liquid go.

No Net Can Get it All

Mankind always likes to say we HARNESS energy
and TRAP or CAPTURE light and even CONQUER nature,
but none of this is true.

The trap is our own and we catch ourselves out of the darkness
and never the light is All.

Tired of This One

It's not that I have too many words.

It's that I have them too fast.



They hear every word I know it. Keeping up is pissing them off. A letter laden sea of black and white words in so many paragraphs too heavy for a magazined eye. And ears are just as guilty.