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Eat Me

6/6/2019

Our neighbor lady gifted us with a beautiful mango yesterday. Judging Ms Mango's coloration and firmness, I deducted it would be about three days before perfect ripeness and chin dripping goodness. In the meantime, I placed her on an empty spot directly in the middle of the red potatoes. Almost instantaneously upon setting her down I heard one of the spuds say "Well hello there, Luscious" ...

We had hash browns this morning ...
they were de-luscious

Ms Mango is now complaining about being lonesome ...
smoothies later today

Go ahead Watermelon ...
say something

Facker
June 6, 2019

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Precious Memories

6/1/2019

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Our past screams
of places we loved
experiences tucked deeply inside
surfacing to provide poignant moments
screaming screaming screaming
throwing indelible visions of every person we do and have cherished
into these minds we've sworn to satiate with calm

Simple words or gestures or photos
or passing persons who look or act or gesticulate
in a manner pulsating with past events or locales or dear ones
trigger the buried consciousness
buried so shallowly we are powerless
when remembrances choose to burst forth
enveloping us in cerebral tsunamis of emotion

Every wave followed by another
chain of impassioned connection
memory upon memory
smiles joy heartbreak tears
bringing with them inevitable desire
to hold touch view every object of love
past and present

They follow us
living within our creation
part of where we were are and will be
proctors of our progress
historians of our actions
indicators of empathy passion compassion
as they measure our growth

Our happiness and pain
greatly amplified
during this bombardment of intimate recall
reveals the best of us
silently responding to the screams
with unselfish love
born of precious memories

Facker
June 1, 2019

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Easy Choice

5/25/2019

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In a flash it became clear
a concept apparent
yet elusive

Elusive because we all need
need to be recognized
need to be stroked

Want
want to be successful
want to be a name

We need it and want it so badly
so badly we attempt to
Impress

Impress for recognition
for accolades
for reward

Such a destructive force
this need to impress
buries our gifts

Life then becomes
intellectually perverse ass kissing
giving what we perceive they want

Striving to impress
begging approval
abandoning our creative selves

Those who will be truly creative
tapping into their innate gifts
must resist this urgent appeal of ego

We must trust the introspective self
exercise courage
in expressing our truth

Impressors die haunted by their cowardice
cowardice born of false ego feeding endeavors
joyous lives lost in fear of rejection by others

Expressors give their inner truth despite all
euphorically sharing the purity of their souls
take it or leave it

Impress them or
Express your true Self
Commerce or Creativity ?

Facker
May 25, 2019

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Forgiveness

5/21/2019

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When we awaken
our newly exercised stretch for improvement
is clearly reminiscent of flowers following the sun
inviting soft caress
absorbing soothing warmth
imploring light to stimulate rejuvenating cleanse

If only it was so simplistic
absorbing solar solace
reveling in newfound reality
instantly casting off past idiocy
shedding vile skin bearing tattooed stories
tales of shameful acts done by what we were

All the while as growth occurs
charging through new self
race those naturally hopeful musings
hoping those who witnessed what was before
will embrace what is flower borne from thorn
standing humbly in the sunlight

Facker
May 21, 2019

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Validation

5/14/2019

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I designed a business card
fashioned the perfect message
symmetry and colors
"look at me!" it screams
"ain't I cool!"

Ego ..
on a two by three and a half inch glossy exclamation
declaring expertise
defiant
challenging any and all doubters

It is there
before your eyes
physical entity
proof of classification
substantiating exactly who I am

Turn it over
check out the quote by Einstein
irrefutable evidence
that I too am brilliant
by association

Yesterday I reached for a card
confidently awaiting the impressed look
as I produced my bona fide credential
I didn't have one
I don't exist

Facker
May 14, 2019

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Forever

5/12/2019

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So long ago
so many miles
with moments of exhilaration
depression
defeat
joy

Reflections of regret
anticipation
sorrow
passion
rainbow of emotion attached to life's travel
always grasping hope

Remembrance of the promise attached to
a first kiss
soaring above all else
primal screaming of the soul
discovering ultimate pleasure
taken and given .. given and taken

Now
as hair grays
smoldering deep within lies perfect recall
of that instant
on a park bench
and the scent of her

Facker
May 12, 2019

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Profound Thought

5/8/2019

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The walking paths of Tucson are a wonderful gift. Over one hundred twenty miles of paved paths, designed exclusively for walkers, runners, and bike riders. These beautiful creations follow dry river beds which carry monsoon rain waters throughout the city. The riverbed "washes" are filled with life, both plant and animal, giving one the feeling of being immersed in nature when in actuality there may be a major road just thirty or forty yards away. Tucson's paths are among the many reasons we decided to make The Old Pueblo our new home.

As I continue my own path through life, I find Tucson's walking paths to be an integral part of existence. They have become my path of contemplation. Creators of this remarkable achievement, I salute you and give one man's thanks for your vision. "Muchas Gracias", "Mahalo", et "Merci" for this invaluable gift.

Nothing I have discovered is more stimulating to my thought process than time spent alongside the pure nature of planet Earth. Casting off negativity and embracing positive creative flow seems to be the norm as one shares the trail with countless categories of fascinating desert plants and creatures. I have felt the same exhilaration of thought while enjoying Pu'u road on Kauai, strolls through the wonders of Paris, and stimulating hikes in the Rockies of Wyoming and Colorado. No matter where we happen to be, nature sits waiting .. waiting for us to join Her for a magical stroll, accompanied by a generous message of enlightenment.

A few days ago I was running on my favorite portion of trail when the following thought came to me: "I wonder how large a container it would take to contain all the spit, sweat, and snot that has been cast upon this path by bikers, walkers, and runners since it was constructed?"

I continued running and suppose those people who approached me head-on from the other direction wondered why I had such a ridiculous grin on my face.

Thanks Mother Nature
Thanks for the Profound Thought

Yeah, I'm smiling .....

Facker
May 8, 2019

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Desert Homonym

4/30/2019

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shadows are cool

Facker
April 30, 2019

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The People

4/25/2019

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Over 7 billion people walk planet earth today
billions have walked before us

Each person now existing and every person past
has miraculously possessed the capacity for original thought

Ideas uniquely determined and directed by circumstances of one human life
one in many billions

Every person lives a reality no other has experienced
each mind processing events differently than any other mind

Each soul with unique perception
speaking with unique voice

Magically we coexist
harmoniously or not

Cacophony of billions
reverberating throughout the cosmos

Collective voice succinctly expressed
created by countless minds

Miracle of the universe
Humanity

Facker
April 25, 2019

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For Me

4/19/2019

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Sitting in my favorite chair
blankly gazing to and through
the abysmal concrete wasteland below
chewing on something
anything

Knowing damn well it won't do itself
the page will still be blank
and the dish ..
the dish of that something I'm chewing on
is gonna be dirty .. and empty

I'll be stuffed
and all that thinkin' blood will rush below
race to the scene of gluttony
to digest the frustration I fed
goodbye brain .. hello gut .. glut gut

Brain now dirty and empty like that dish
cranial pot
attempts to control my process
firing anemically uninspired synaptic bursts
effectively suppressing creative muse

Obviously all is lost
defeat by self annihilation
dirty pots .. empty dishes win the day
what am I gonna do
failure is imminent

Will nothing console this wretched beast
seeking inspiration here ..
it wasn't out the window
dirty dish .. empty pot failed me miserably
c'mon .. come to daddy

Sitting in my favorite chair
chair of angst .. of brutalization
Self flagellation looms on the horizon
as writers religion
demands the ultimate sacrifice

Damned chair feels lumpy
dish is empty .. and dirty
I'm bored .. guess I'll write
this stark reminder of what it sometimes takes
you can read it .. but this one's for me

Facker
April 19, 2019

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