Thinking through things
Making thought project
art concepts
onto the here and now
out of the nether
sometimes is more difficult
when focus is askew
time to calibrate
the meaning behind the dream
and the feeling in the form
Earth elements we have begot
Formed from these
into clay star molds
these unique lasts begun our forms
made from hands directed by mind
as some form or other
out of the nebulous
shifting sands of time
something momentous
but for a moment
a breathe to renew
refresh
reboot
return to our roots
the meaning to all that is
is really simple really
it is a four letter word
L-O-V-E
to return to Love
keep a song in your heart
says mr bubbly
keep a desire for better than
that which is decay
a place where life
has so much more to offer
so much more reaching our
thoughts
than our ether
neverland
somewhereland
now-whereland
here and now land
where then the thought
became us
and we became the dream
the wish-fufillment
and so much more
with a dollop of creme
the scoop won't make us too fat
where there is "Is"
you're lighter than air
dancing like Fred Astaire
souls can soar along with the soles
as lightfooted dancers
defy gravity
as smooth singer crooners
sooth the rough edges
and make marshnallows out of cement
where all can dream and find their waiting world
so much more than a dream
so much more than reality
a dream-reality which one can
further mold and make
perfected by the one word
that started it all
L-O-V-E
love
jj 19 01 10
where i log i b
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Haiti: Survival's Desperate Seconds
"We got to get clean, potable water to the people of Haiti within the next 24 hours or their will be many more casualties" reiterated Nun Clancy chief operating officer of the World Emergency Services branch. Nun, a decorated veteran of more global catastrophe's than she cared to remember was adamant. "We need to air-drop water via helicopter stat!". The delegation of emergency relief workers were keen on Nun's every word. "Right away, Mam".
Soon the comforting sound of the borrowed high-tech helicopters were heard in the distance. "We don't have the luxury of waiting a moment longer; the crises mode is at maximal." Nun knew every fine detail regarding disaster operations and was comfortable barking orders to those in her ranks. Nun during this real-time disaster was experiencing first-hand her own crisis mode.
Today, the Haitian crisis had been taking on a personal dimension. Nun's own life was modelling the very disasters, past and present, she was trying to remedy. Nun's adopted Haitian daughter, Enoche Prudfille, a humanitarian aid worker previously posted to Haiti was at ground zero, alive but waiting for two horribly gruelling days for any sign of relief.
Today Enoche could hear in the distance the sound of helicopters. She thought that no doubt they were sent by some divine intervention; her mother and the World Emergency Disaster Relief personnel; angels with wings. Enoche could barely swallow from thirst as she said a silent prayer. She survived the earthquake's devastating toll by escaping outside at the quakes first rumbling signs.
There were so many plans in place for these varying emergencies. Nun knew that there could be, or should be many more methods available to all disaster relief staff. The water issue was basic and it should have been handled with much more precision. Water was vital. As vital as having field hospitals immediately set up in various radius designations. Nun knew that the fight was a fight against time. To rescue people in collapsed buildings, to tend to the injured; to save the living from disease-prone dead bodies. Nun had explored and implored the various governments to actively pursue new technologies and methods to save more people in any possible disaster, from floods to earthquakes, etc.
The ideas Nun had proposed to the committee for publication was not treated with any adequate form of address thought Nun. She had tabled many key speeches on the subject of finding methods to provide clean water to relief and surviving members of disasters. The proposal was simple, but ignored. Water should be carried on all disaster workers on belts. Another keen idea for speeding up rescue efforts proposed by Nun was the new NASA-based project called Pneumatic beachball hoyst. PBH for short, was engineered by Enoche's father, Enoch Prudfille II.
This new device was the size of a beach ball and could be blown up underneath collapsed buildings to help lift cement and fortified cement. Waiting hours if not days for bulldozers to arrive, and the bulldozers often awkward way of lifting slabs of concrete in danger of collapsing again from aftershocks and undue stress was tantamount. Enoch Prudfille II was aware of such disaster needs, real needs being met by re-thinking how to save lives in such field operations.
Unfortunately Nun had the only prototype of the devise. Enoche Prudfille II was somewhere in Haiti before the quake but they were unable to find him. Another idea of his was the concept of having everyone carry on their person at all times cell phones. Noting how much energy a quake emits was a shock for the Doctor. He did find shocking the findings that quakes emit more energy than sunbursts. Could this be a contributor to global warming thought the good doctor, geothermal energy slowly radiating from the core of the earth. Could these energies, like high pitched ringing in the ears, like a sympony of sound from various areas, giving off various sounds, which could be deciphered one day, to give further, and a much better understanding of the earthquake mechanisms which seemed, so far, to delude the knowledge-based earth scientists working at NASA and other scientists in this field.
Enoch Prudfille II had been opening up new discoveries to help in the various disasters he was now experiencing directly.
"Where could he be?" thought Enoche the beautiful twenty-one year old. Her father's last cellphone call was now over a day ago. She got the gps reading of his transmission and was now in the very area where the call came had originated. It was getting dark. It was now the third day post-earth quake. The hellish sounds of last night were dying down, and only whimpers could be heard coming from the collapsed buildings. "I am standing on the very spot where Dad was calling me" thought Enoche. As Enoche looked at her feet she thought, "No, it can't be". Enoche saw a glimmer of gold, and she fell to the ground crying. She dug with her fingers through the pieces of rubble. She held the watch up to the sky. "Noooooo..."
Delegations from China, Italy, France, Germany, Canada, Japan, had arrived at the dilapatated dondemned airport. Reporters and crew had until now been able to land planes at all. The conrol tower was virtually cut in two. If it were not for the amazing bravery of the first aid workers who unanimously voted to land. "It's now or never; we cannot wait for the helicopters or boats; people's lives are at stake". Today the successful landing of the C140's gave credence to the old adage "when there's a will there's a way". Peter Groom looked over at the other aisle seat loaded with body bags. "This is a bigger disaster than 911". He thought pensively to himself, reflecting on his last disheartening task. "Jones, you better call for more bags." Jones knew exactly what Groom meant; the count was going to be much higher than previously estimated. "Should I send for some of the anti-malaria/typhoid covers?" Sam Jones asked Peter. "Yes, I think so Sam, we won't be able to get to all the bodies before the diseases manifest; that's approximately a week and a half." Sam Jones pushed back his thick horned-rimmed glasses and cleared his throat; he knew how daunting the task before him and the team.
When the delegation from various countries arrived at the airport; a make-shift tent in lieu of a meeting room greeted them. Amazingly, the teams assembled with haste as all had been planning for such disasters for most of their lives. Various groups were colour-coded for ease of deportment and access. The journalists knew where to go and arrived at the far end of the Porte-Au-Prince airport assembling in small groups with the media press kits available. This Is The News Andy Cooper was one of the first to arrive and report the scene directly to the media-hungry public. "This is Andy Cooper reporting live from Haiti. The screams and disorder from last night have calmed and the rescue workers have been busy pulling people out of the rubble. So far there's has been hundreds of people saved by the rescue teams. Here's a clip of a little girl pulled out from under two huge slabs of concrete, her foot and ankle pinned underneath. Thankfully there is not a scratch on her. It is miraculous how she survived." Andy Cooper was busy concentrating on his reporting by cellphone to The News Network when a man grabbed his microphone. "Thank-you people out there for helping us and saving my daughter's life; without your flashlights and help, we would have certainly have lost her!" Andy Cooper looked stunned and dazed at the camera phone. "It is things like this that make you want to cry...I...I..." Andy Cooper could not continue his report and gave the microphone to his colleague. "Cut!" yelled Cooper's assistant. The live feed from Haiti was taking it's toll on the reporters and workers. "When I saw the look in that man's eyes after his daughter was saved it was just too much. I feel better now." Andy Cooper grabbed the microphone from his assistant and "This TNN live, Andy Cooper reporting...the most devasted areas are being slowly examined as buildings are still being rocked by the aftershocks, some are as high as 5.0, and they are not stopping, The aftershocks may go on for days if not years but the work to find the injured is ongoing and will not stop through the night and day, for as long as it takes. If you have loved ones in Haiti please call the number on the screen". Andy gave the microphone back to Ed his assistant. "You want to find me some water please, thanks Eddy". Andy took a huge gulp and sat down on an old crate whiping his forehead. "We're live in how many seconds?"
Would Nun and the World's Emergency Response Team find her daughter and hustand in time to save their lives?
Soon the comforting sound of the borrowed high-tech helicopters were heard in the distance. "We don't have the luxury of waiting a moment longer; the crises mode is at maximal." Nun knew every fine detail regarding disaster operations and was comfortable barking orders to those in her ranks. Nun during this real-time disaster was experiencing first-hand her own crisis mode.
Today, the Haitian crisis had been taking on a personal dimension. Nun's own life was modelling the very disasters, past and present, she was trying to remedy. Nun's adopted Haitian daughter, Enoche Prudfille, a humanitarian aid worker previously posted to Haiti was at ground zero, alive but waiting for two horribly gruelling days for any sign of relief.
Today Enoche could hear in the distance the sound of helicopters. She thought that no doubt they were sent by some divine intervention; her mother and the World Emergency Disaster Relief personnel; angels with wings. Enoche could barely swallow from thirst as she said a silent prayer. She survived the earthquake's devastating toll by escaping outside at the quakes first rumbling signs.
There were so many plans in place for these varying emergencies. Nun knew that there could be, or should be many more methods available to all disaster relief staff. The water issue was basic and it should have been handled with much more precision. Water was vital. As vital as having field hospitals immediately set up in various radius designations. Nun knew that the fight was a fight against time. To rescue people in collapsed buildings, to tend to the injured; to save the living from disease-prone dead bodies. Nun had explored and implored the various governments to actively pursue new technologies and methods to save more people in any possible disaster, from floods to earthquakes, etc.
The ideas Nun had proposed to the committee for publication was not treated with any adequate form of address thought Nun. She had tabled many key speeches on the subject of finding methods to provide clean water to relief and surviving members of disasters. The proposal was simple, but ignored. Water should be carried on all disaster workers on belts. Another keen idea for speeding up rescue efforts proposed by Nun was the new NASA-based project called Pneumatic beachball hoyst. PBH for short, was engineered by Enoche's father, Enoch Prudfille II.
This new device was the size of a beach ball and could be blown up underneath collapsed buildings to help lift cement and fortified cement. Waiting hours if not days for bulldozers to arrive, and the bulldozers often awkward way of lifting slabs of concrete in danger of collapsing again from aftershocks and undue stress was tantamount. Enoch Prudfille II was aware of such disaster needs, real needs being met by re-thinking how to save lives in such field operations.
Unfortunately Nun had the only prototype of the devise. Enoche Prudfille II was somewhere in Haiti before the quake but they were unable to find him. Another idea of his was the concept of having everyone carry on their person at all times cell phones. Noting how much energy a quake emits was a shock for the Doctor. He did find shocking the findings that quakes emit more energy than sunbursts. Could this be a contributor to global warming thought the good doctor, geothermal energy slowly radiating from the core of the earth. Could these energies, like high pitched ringing in the ears, like a sympony of sound from various areas, giving off various sounds, which could be deciphered one day, to give further, and a much better understanding of the earthquake mechanisms which seemed, so far, to delude the knowledge-based earth scientists working at NASA and other scientists in this field.
Enoch Prudfille II had been opening up new discoveries to help in the various disasters he was now experiencing directly.
"Where could he be?" thought Enoche the beautiful twenty-one year old. Her father's last cellphone call was now over a day ago. She got the gps reading of his transmission and was now in the very area where the call came had originated. It was getting dark. It was now the third day post-earth quake. The hellish sounds of last night were dying down, and only whimpers could be heard coming from the collapsed buildings. "I am standing on the very spot where Dad was calling me" thought Enoche. As Enoche looked at her feet she thought, "No, it can't be". Enoche saw a glimmer of gold, and she fell to the ground crying. She dug with her fingers through the pieces of rubble. She held the watch up to the sky. "Noooooo..."
Delegations from China, Italy, France, Germany, Canada, Japan, had arrived at the dilapatated dondemned airport. Reporters and crew had until now been able to land planes at all. The conrol tower was virtually cut in two. If it were not for the amazing bravery of the first aid workers who unanimously voted to land. "It's now or never; we cannot wait for the helicopters or boats; people's lives are at stake". Today the successful landing of the C140's gave credence to the old adage "when there's a will there's a way". Peter Groom looked over at the other aisle seat loaded with body bags. "This is a bigger disaster than 911". He thought pensively to himself, reflecting on his last disheartening task. "Jones, you better call for more bags." Jones knew exactly what Groom meant; the count was going to be much higher than previously estimated. "Should I send for some of the anti-malaria/typhoid covers?" Sam Jones asked Peter. "Yes, I think so Sam, we won't be able to get to all the bodies before the diseases manifest; that's approximately a week and a half." Sam Jones pushed back his thick horned-rimmed glasses and cleared his throat; he knew how daunting the task before him and the team.
When the delegation from various countries arrived at the airport; a make-shift tent in lieu of a meeting room greeted them. Amazingly, the teams assembled with haste as all had been planning for such disasters for most of their lives. Various groups were colour-coded for ease of deportment and access. The journalists knew where to go and arrived at the far end of the Porte-Au-Prince airport assembling in small groups with the media press kits available. This Is The News Andy Cooper was one of the first to arrive and report the scene directly to the media-hungry public. "This is Andy Cooper reporting live from Haiti. The screams and disorder from last night have calmed and the rescue workers have been busy pulling people out of the rubble. So far there's has been hundreds of people saved by the rescue teams. Here's a clip of a little girl pulled out from under two huge slabs of concrete, her foot and ankle pinned underneath. Thankfully there is not a scratch on her. It is miraculous how she survived." Andy Cooper was busy concentrating on his reporting by cellphone to The News Network when a man grabbed his microphone. "Thank-you people out there for helping us and saving my daughter's life; without your flashlights and help, we would have certainly have lost her!" Andy Cooper looked stunned and dazed at the camera phone. "It is things like this that make you want to cry...I...I..." Andy Cooper could not continue his report and gave the microphone to his colleague. "Cut!" yelled Cooper's assistant. The live feed from Haiti was taking it's toll on the reporters and workers. "When I saw the look in that man's eyes after his daughter was saved it was just too much. I feel better now." Andy Cooper grabbed the microphone from his assistant and "This TNN live, Andy Cooper reporting...the most devasted areas are being slowly examined as buildings are still being rocked by the aftershocks, some are as high as 5.0, and they are not stopping, The aftershocks may go on for days if not years but the work to find the injured is ongoing and will not stop through the night and day, for as long as it takes. If you have loved ones in Haiti please call the number on the screen". Andy gave the microphone back to Ed his assistant. "You want to find me some water please, thanks Eddy". Andy took a huge gulp and sat down on an old crate whiping his forehead. "We're live in how many seconds?"
Would Nun and the World's Emergency Response Team find her daughter and hustand in time to save their lives?
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Thank-you Creator
Thank-you Creator for seeing through me
for seeing me through
for being
my secret Santa
that held my glue
together
when failing and falling
during
trials
speculation
tribulation
and
unbearable
separation
You became
for me
to me
of me
my separate reality
created and recreated
beginning again
a new world
away
a new way
to see the new
in me
Thank-you Creator for recreating
these renewed energies
that only come from You...
Set my path again
invigorate my will to live
forever with You
Thank-you Creator for seeing me there
where I want to be
who I want to be
what I want to be
taking me from
hellish places
in my mind
in my body
in my soul
but never in Your Spirit
exists these zones
of incompleteness
feelings of loneliness
without You home
These places
that have no faces
no remembrance of time
need your Loving Light molecule
Embued
with Beauty
knowing no bounds
that makes all
part of being
One
with You
Thank-you for knowing
in my rants and rages
my calling out in anger
raging against
the dying of Your light
you understood my anger
and allowed me to be
closer to You
There to find a more refined light
defined energies rare
full and complete
as in the beginning
at the end of the tunnel
my heart is the same
full of love for you
never knowing how
never knowing what
never knowing
your face
would kill me
knowing your face now
I am glad you came
when I called
Why cant our energies
co-exist now?
Powerful these rare forms
Thank-you Creator for being
my heart
my mind
my body
Giving me an assemblage here
as I am growing
more heart to give you
so I may be part
never parted
from You - Dearest Creator
of All that is
All that has been
All that is to become
for seeing me through
for being
my secret Santa
that held my glue
together
when failing and falling
during
trials
speculation
tribulation
and
unbearable
separation
You became
for me
to me
of me
my separate reality
created and recreated
beginning again
a new world
away
a new way
to see the new
in me
Thank-you Creator for recreating
these renewed energies
that only come from You...
Set my path again
invigorate my will to live
forever with You
Thank-you Creator for seeing me there
where I want to be
who I want to be
what I want to be
taking me from
hellish places
in my mind
in my body
in my soul
but never in Your Spirit
exists these zones
of incompleteness
feelings of loneliness
without You home
These places
that have no faces
no remembrance of time
need your Loving Light molecule
Embued
with Beauty
knowing no bounds
that makes all
part of being
One
with You
Thank-you for knowing
in my rants and rages
my calling out in anger
raging against
the dying of Your light
you understood my anger
and allowed me to be
closer to You
There to find a more refined light
defined energies rare
full and complete
as in the beginning
at the end of the tunnel
my heart is the same
full of love for you
never knowing how
never knowing what
never knowing
your face
would kill me
knowing your face now
I am glad you came
when I called
Why cant our energies
co-exist now?
Powerful these rare forms
Thank-you Creator for being
my heart
my mind
my body
Giving me an assemblage here
as I am growing
more heart to give you
so I may be part
never parted
from You - Dearest Creator
of All that is
All that has been
All that is to become
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
FOUR
LONG
LOST
LOVE
FIND
MIND
OVER
COME
THIS
FLOW
DOWN
PATH
THIS
TRUE
LIFE
WAYS
SOUL
NEED
WANT
THEN
DONE
GONE
WITH
WIND
SONG
LONG
TIME
WHEN
SAME
THEN
KNEW
SOME
WHOM
MADE
THOU
SANG
TRUE
LOUD
HEAR
BELL
TOLL
THEE
WAIT
HERE
STAY
REAL
SOON
BLUE
FISH
JUMP
FIND
TIME
MORE
THAN
PAIL
FULL
PALE
MOON
GRAY
HARE
SORT
THRU
MUCH
PAST
FATE
METE
MEME
STAY
COME
BACK
DAYS
RIDE
SKYS
HIGH
INTO
NIGH
WAIT
ALLS
RITE
GRIN
BEAR
CHIN
jj 05 01 2010
LOST
LOVE
FIND
MIND
OVER
COME
THIS
FLOW
DOWN
PATH
THIS
TRUE
LIFE
WAYS
SOUL
NEED
WANT
THEN
DONE
GONE
WITH
WIND
SONG
LONG
TIME
WHEN
SAME
THEN
KNEW
SOME
WHOM
MADE
THOU
SANG
TRUE
LOUD
HEAR
BELL
TOLL
THEE
WAIT
HERE
STAY
REAL
SOON
BLUE
FISH
JUMP
FIND
TIME
MORE
THAN
PAIL
FULL
PALE
MOON
GRAY
HARE
SORT
THRU
MUCH
PAST
FATE
METE
MEME
STAY
COME
BACK
DAYS
RIDE
SKYS
HIGH
INTO
NIGH
WAIT
ALLS
RITE
GRIN
BEAR
CHIN
jj 05 01 2010
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