The smell of smoke

Ashes to Ashes

We all fall down

In quantum mechanics, the uncertainty principle, also known as Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle or Heisenberg’s indeterminacy principle, is any of a variety of mathematical inequalities asserting a fundamental limit to the precision with which certain pairs of physical properties of a particle, known–or unknown.

Deadliest Fires

Some say the world will end in fire

Some say ice

Don’t wait til too late

Flame Thrown

Returning Home

returning home after a wildfire

she seemed so resolute

in her opinion that this

could not have happened

Just one week into her

settling

It was time

for her

time to reconnoiter

time to reflect

And then.

This happened.

And then, this happened.

The ash remains

The memory charred

Nothing but soot left

The blackened hand has

declared your collected lives

untold

Revealed

only to be told

again..

Where are we burning?

June 12, 2017

at 05:12PM

And if that weren’t enough, there’s the 3.5 earthquake

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Your battle already won

Attack like the fire

And be still as a

Mountain

Funny girl

Funny, I never thought of a machine as “being.”

The end was in sight.

Shelley be damned

Ozymandius had won

in the end.

Not knowing

Not knowing or not being aware

are so different

from

your not wanting to know

This was during the time 

This weekday was your average forgettable day until That sound, unforgettable now but so nondescript at the time.

Time, our fatal flaws realized in a mirror, faded paper mocked up words from olden times that don’t much matter anymore with gender reassignment, biased reporting and single payer death mill. Is it me or are there more pharmaceutical company ads than ever before….

In silence, make the command, “Creator of All That Is, it is commanded that the activation of the youth and vitality chromosomes of (your name) take place on this day. Thank you! It is done. It is done. It is done. Show me the master cell in the pineal gland.”


Are you there pineal gland, it’s me Margaret? 

Sunday Morning worship at Secret Bonita Gardens 

In silence, make the command, “Creator of All That Is, it is commanded that the activation of the youth and vitality chromosomes of (dee dilly dumpling) take place on this day. 


…Thank you! It is done. It is done. It is done. Show me the master cell in the pineal gland.”

The best part  is I have no idea the source of this prayer…but it seems fitting for this gorgeous Pasadena day.


Try to observe in your imagination the Virtual DNA Strands stacking in pairs on top of each other with a telomere cap (chromosome tips) 

at the ends. 


Sometimes this happens so fast, that you may have to ask the Creator for a replay later.



Are you there chromosome, it’s me Margaret?

Namaste

Easter is the cruelest month

How April came to hold such a commemoration of man’s inhumanity to man may be part of some grand plan but the thought occurs to me they wanted it this way, or so they say…

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival… Be grateful for whatever comes. Because each has been sent
 as a guide from beyond.

 ~Rumi

Easy for you to say, whirling dervish sufi. But here, we’ve got real problems like true meaningless…


Vapid and fallow

Left to hurl itself hoarse

Fighting the good fight

Well, what is so good 

about it, now,

Brother Abrams

Sister Sarafina

what good has ever come

of fighting?





Who did this to us? we cry every 19-33 years, after the rape & pillage sinks in. 

God, we’re resilient.

Problem is, it’s in response more to our own kind eyeing our demise circling like a tiger 

in vegas

in the 90s
Looming 

Because looking down, reveals the point 

where a sword can kill you

whereas looking up, it’s only bombs

He asked but one thing, was stabbed by a spear, and converted the warrior 

to happenstance

No foresaking necessary

WE don’t know 

Actually


elusiveness of time 

My skin crawls with dread 

Generalized metastasisized aggrandized 

It never is enough.

Time forgets what mattered

Loosened grip falsettos clamour by

Vociferation incomplete 

They have forgotten future generations.

There is no space between us

this was what she craved

Her skin crawled with dread anticipation 

of nothingness

meaningless

“nothing but a joke”

uncertainty of it all.

Why bother? 

Who’s got the time?

When did we give up?


 

Memories of Elephants

at some point
don’t you wake up
somehow
and
decide
NOT TO BE EVIL
or do you
look in the
mirror
and realize
that
what
looks
back
at
you
is
dark
and
hollow

 

 

 

 

artwork by robert montgomery at robertmontgomery.org

 

just like you

you’re never there
when
I need you
but
always around
when
I don’t