Notes trickling from a tenor saxophone, drop by drop

I hardly breath

The keys of the piano tingle
as they run down my spine
 What, where, when........ why?

Oh, the globe... that globalistic, spherable, round blue spot..
Nah,
I think I missed it
- perhaps I'll catch the next ride but for now
I'll just wait.

Here in a side-room next to the universe
where time stands still, Time after Time after Time after Time
and after

  (words written to a Ben Webster recording accompanied by many silences.. sweet and otherwize )

Silence

to be mentally silent..
- driving out polution that encumbers all thought and recollection

can at times be more strenuous than climbing the highest pole with lubricated hands,

but when it finally comes (even for a fleeting moment..) I am almost returnéd.













Perhaps someday I'll know the soothing comfort of watching the sun set next to a loved one in utter silence..

perhaps (even though I no longer believe in "silence" - but perhaps)

 
































He
 (or she)
 who knows the future knows nothing.

Lucro

O “Lucro” é algo que se define consoante os padrões (ética, estética, moralidade e/ou ausência da mesma.. )
de quem o deseja.

Há lucros que pouco ou “nada” são.
Outros que são faces fragmentais da destruição e/ou do empobrecimento do Ser que os cobiça.
Há lucro que é e/ou conduz às coisas da Morte
(“Morte” no seu sentido mais lato e múltiplo)

- e há o outro tipo de lucro.
Aquele lucro que se tem ao ver nascer o dia seguinte, ou, aquele que se recebe ao ir ao encontro do Outro.
Pelo menos para alguns, a vida é uma dádiva, por isso mesmo “lucro”.

Há milhares de tipos de lucro conforme o acto e a vontade por de trás do mesmo.

Agora se é para o “Bem” ou para o “Mal”.. isso já é outra história (parece-me)

where there is a WILL there is a WAY..

Yes - a handful of us in any given place can be rotten to the core..

 will profit from the death of babies and laugh as one’s own mother’s back is broken.. 

but most are not so.

It takes a coward to succumb to Averice, Greed and Fear
(all foods of Hatred and Destruction, that awful couple that fathers “Doom”)

- but the noble heart shall shine through the darkness of those who would do him/her ill or attempt to cheat.

The cheating of the Other into becoming as they, a small worthless empty shell from whence 

no sound escapes nor light for they are “Naught”, 

 where all is but deception;
- is as vile an act as the destruction a few desire to perpetrate for the lucre of “false” gold, 

for a “profit” they hysterically believe thay can take with them..

 to that small black hole they’ll inevitably end up in…

Long life to those whom are free of such flaws that would imprison their Humanity, who are invigorated through the beauty of coming to the rescue of the Other
(and themselves),
- through LOVE.


May they prosper and multiply.

- to all i wish a nice day