Sunday, February 7, 2010

February 7, 2010
Blue Angel

Two wanna flys in training. We view first moon step live. Wives carry our boys in their hangars. Off to war we survive. Hot stick he commands the blues. Re-connection happens as years pass. His hangar boy dies in flight following dad. My hangar boy calls to say he heard it on the news. Caught my eye at an antique store - for sale for one dollar was his framed change of command invitation. I bought it, wondering how it got there.

Blue jets knife edge sharp
Connected by shared fear and hope
Weep the boy loss grief
February 6, 2010
Dot connection

The moments, encounters and experiences; as dots we collect them. Mystery lovers seek the hidden; low light illuminates some dot connections. Emerging patterns begin to form shapes. Know there is more connections unseen, many more. Random chance gets found out as not the reason. The Architect illuminates connections for those who seek. Engage the quest; go dot hunting.

Mining past moments
Refining ore yields rare gemstones
Gems link life necklace
February 5, 2010
Who knows you?

Big Cross introduced Biggest. Biggest gives seven figures; blessings flow abundant. A friend introduced Deep Waters. Later I find out that Deep is the spiritual mentor of Biggest. Deep becomes my friend. Later still, I meet Old Bull in a restaurant. Old Bull teaches me, and dies. Old Bull tells me he was the business mentor of Biggest. Biggest and I have a lot to be amazed about.

Financial fertilizer
Mammon used to buy rich earth
Yields good crop
February 4, 2010
Back to Arlington

We trained in 1971 as bomber pilots, Vietnam bound. Three wives boy pregnant. Shot down in the north – missing in action -two dads gone. I met my son 6 months old – speechless for days. Thirty two years later, I met fine sons at the memorial service; they found the remains.

Twenty one guns
Caskets down in winter ice
MIA bracelet buried too

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

February 3, 2010
Launch ‘em

Conspirators determined toward internet mojo: mission for good and for God. What happens when will, way, means, grit and heart converge? God knows; we will see. www.zoecity.com

Like a spring brook
Running clear near Mud River
Taste fresh and true
February 2, 2010
Wallace the Viking

Don’t get in his way, he owns a bulldozer. He must be reckoned with. If weapons are loaded, be on his side. He likes to protect the weak ones; big shots are big targets. The scowl hides the tender. His BS detector finely tuned – am I sure I want to say that? Miss you.

Strong in a wheelchair
Half a ham for a hand shake
The wise listen well
February 1, 2010
Gil

Some practice well and long. They dig trenches, pound nails, and serve with the poor bringing dear gifts to hear. He was called to the batter’s circle, bull pen, owner’s suite – and back to the bench serving water to others.

Eyes on the game now
Spring ripe for new movement
Batter Up!