never take yourself too seriously . . .

I tried it. 

Discovering myself fraudulent, ridiculous, humiliated, then more humble than before.

Masturbatory when didactic. Where I would make love possible to your mind, only happening in poetry, inspirational not penetrative.

Weaving back and forth between this and quotes, randomly not drunkenly . . . 

- George Carlin 

“Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.”

"I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death."

“Some people see the cup as half empty. Some people see the cup as half full. I see the cup as too large.”

"When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot’s hands."

. . . 'bold' being today's discovery, dawn over Rockport/Mable Head, recently. These could inspire poetry instead of fixed and immutable truths, suggested outside all the Wisdom Books. An ongoing dialog. . . .Today's script in the play of life? No. Merely suggested reading material for contemplation. . . .Oddly, for me, realized in flesh and blood reality. Which, obviously, I no longer take too seriously, laughing at myself, since what I do and am is now joy.

"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives." 

Toni Morrison  http://www.dailyliteraryquote.com/daily-literary-quote-share.htm . . . dip stick reality check, motive fuel gauge . . . 

Now “I see you” has become, sometimes an empty cup, at others a cup inverted, into or upon which, I pour my love—finally indifferent your choice unconditionally. That is my sense of truth and love, and by what I measure the treasure of M and P. More P, since she responds not with wishful thinking but welcome more than sexual, which of it self is as fleeting as life. Familiarity in this context is not stasis but promise of a lifelong, long or short, quality conversation. Agreed to meet unladen with expectations.

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About my celibate estate, is a quiet, within which are born personal insights, impossible otherwise. I sense that love is sacrificial, the pleasure/joy of sex being within me a compelling force articulated both satisfied and tragic. In passing, speaking with P, I mentioned being a “Road Warrior with very High Mileage, something like a Checker Cab at 600,000 miles on my ninth engine.” She laughed knowing the same feeling . . . not exactly a metaphor incomprehensible to the 'average intergenerational relationship'. Culturally immobile absent research easily available. Pregnant with ideas, concepts, aware my faith in succeeding generations, I wonder will I fall silent and more in love with the realization in our relationship. Born by all prior suffering, or grow to something more.

I have no regrets as yet. Acknowledging the rare and precious catalyst of M and now P. Or any and all relationships previous, inclusive of my current poverty, or soon to die age. Quality versus quantity defines my fearlessness of either: death, dying or vanity, competition and envy. Of itself a vain statement. 

My problem--learned from imperfections, failures and living with dysfunctional people--is merely that I attend too closely both enemy and lover. Concerned that I injure by distraction this process of annotation my discovery. Thus making myself inhuman. Another vanity.

Aware that I have an 'invisible partner' this dance of life yet aware that she seems the additional, making of us a company and future.

“That best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. ~ William Wordsworth . . . quote of the day, Jack at bat, will he hit it out of the park, walk or strike out? I do not consider myself 'a good man' but both M and P seem to think so. God Help Me Please!

At least I realize myself pregnant with a story about M waiting birth. Thinking now all I write, a life unfolding, and joy in itself. To dance alone is no pleasure but occasional unreasonable joy.

And; I ain't nothing to look at, nothing to admire so pardon me while I disappear. Refrain from Duke Ellington's “Take the A Train. . . .At least insofar as I can remember it played a thousand times over in my childhood and adored.

Tho a failure with all former lovers, this one seems the next invitation to succeed.

“If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Laughter at myself.

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