Gooblygunk traps of Crumplehope and Damperglee

if you are deep in a forest and stumble across

the gooblygunk trap of 

crumplehope and damperglee,

and they tag-team you and tie you

to the trunk of a gunkyfunk tree,

let me be with you.

let our hands clasp each other

and we'll break through the rope,

we will rumble and tumble 

with crumplehope and damperglee

until they will have

no choice but

flee ...

i will stand with you, 

hand in hand,

we will scrape off the gunkyfunk

and set the tree free.

having nowhere left to go, the gooblygunk trap 

of crumplehope and damperglee

will crash into the wind

who will know just where to blow

to let all of us

be ...

i will stand with you here,

clasping hands ever so right - 

for our strength is our love and our hope and our glee ...

*James Thurber wrote a short story called the Turtle Who Conquered Time. I borrowed his words, crumplehope and damperglee, and wrote the above poem for when my friends are caught in the gooblygunk traps. 

Where do all the Snowflakes go

... when the wind blows?

Sometimes the wind blows so 

snowflakes don't touch the ground. 

Instead they must ride the wind 

until something real and vertical stops them,

and they stick. 

Motivation

"Never want to take this for granted, so I try to keep motivation simple, real and positive. If I'm gonna scrape a living, at least its a living worth scraping. If there ain't a future in it, at least its a present worth remembering."

~Mickey Smith "The Dark Side of the Lens"

Effortless grace

... is a shitty teacher