Empty Hangar

Arts By JMK
 Inside of me, I find,
crooked canyons
dried up river­beds,
faithful lovers,
beautiful friends,
prophets, sages, poets, kings,
all of these and many more things;
a rainbow chase,
some tea with rocks,
more stars than ever have I seen,
and so many more than these.
I find a beauty all my own,
a place, a time, where no one knows
I'm here, I'm now.
And if I die before I wake,
none of these, will I take.
For inside of me's inside of you
and inside of we's our noble truth.
Nothing's hidden, in the end,
for each of us to be
and everyone to whee!

I long to be alone
I long to be held
I think I'll hold me.
Tightly

Awakening?

When have I slept, truly to require awakening?
Have I not been alive, heart beating, lungs breathing, muscles teeming?
As though I have been out of tune, those with authority on spirits tell of the need 
 to make contact with the Me I have forgotten or never knew.  When did this 
happen?  Shall I become again as a child?  Will my me continue changing? 
What is the need?
True, my eyes have closed millions of times to open again, blinking.  I do not see, 
other than in writing and reading, where my eyes have closed and need opening. 
Closing a book, my mind becomes enraptured with the earth and sky.  And 
comatose disappears with a dose of real living of life.

clear
I want to be so transparent others see what is
focus light like a lens. precise. play with the rainbow
so bright, my flashlight's inside
so warm, my fire burns bright
so clear, i see only me
others see ever we

clear
I wants to be so transparent others see what is
focus light like a lens. precise. play with the rainbow
so bright, my flashlight's inside
so warm, my fire burns bright
so clear, i see only me
others see ever we

clear
so transparent others what
focus. precise. play
bright, inside
warm, bright
clear, me
otherswe

clear
transparent
precise
inside
 bright
light

clear

Nothing boils down to Everything.
Only the infinite can say anything.
Even an ant has a name.

these frustrations won't go anywhere so better use them
this world has a lot of opportunities but none of them have more than a little 
purpose.  Not for me anyways.
Serve who?  God? Lucifer? Man? Who?  You? Me? I? My Self?

every one's got issues.  what to do what to do...
I DO.  I Do.  what I do I do.
We do we do what we do we do.

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A Love Story
by J. M. K.

Now and again a flash of inspiration, admiration and absolute appreciation 
blows our minds.  We look through the telescopes or we look through the 
microscopes or sometimes we even look through our very own eyes.  
Once, one did look through all three and for a brief instant beheld.  This 
one, we'll call him Boy, wrote nothing of this instant and feels it would prove 
impossible if attempted.  Boy, a boy, arrived like all boys from a woman with the 
help of a man.  This instant also goes unrecorded.  What does remain of these 
brief moments is an undefinable existence which this story concerns itself with 
experiencing.
 "I Love You." Spoke Boy, making sure to emphasize the 'Y'.
"I Love you Too." came the reply.
Long before, after and during these momentary momentous mementos of 
moments, ...nothing.

Dear Hearts of the Readers reading:
This preparatory note prepares for nothing after nothing.  Be aware that what 
follows is everything to one.
Sincerely,
Preparatory Note

"Love, Love, Love.  Love, Love, Love.  Love, Love, Love.  Love, Love, 
Love."
There is nothing to be sung.
Upon some time in a place like here and now, Boy once decided.  Yes, he 
actually decided upon something.  As much as this decision may have been 
motivated by an understanding between he and his genetic coding, we'll call it a 
decision.  
"Whoa Man!  Women!"
"I know.  Sweet!  Here.  Hit this."
"So.  Like.  I just said something right?"
"Whoa man...one thing at a time."
"OK.  OK.  I think I got this one.  Let's play!"
"Pass that shit.  What do you wanna play?"
"Here.  House!"
A scream erupted from somewhere deep inside the building.  A baby cried 
like it had nothing to lose.  Perhaps there were two.  Either way, they had no way 
of knowing.   "Who are you?"
"Who am I."
No one answered.
Remember...I be I and You be I too, but only We be We.  Oui?  Si!  See?

~
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COWS AND COCKS

o no if only
what would one change
could a strange transformation take place

let me eat more than grass
please a seed
and a gait of dignity

this walk and jaw
cudn't give no more 
even were there more grass, this side

I'll ride the fence and work the morn
create a day and live a new sound of some­thing
let make a feast for ears the years the light hands

stuffd to death the wind would give any freedom would I take
stead of greet  2 mouths to feed

to be a­doodle­doin my way...
what a way...
 like a crowIn rooster
growin with the days of suns

¡DOING GREAT!

1.
Don't Worry; Be Happy!
2.
breathe slow and deep

3.
Show Up, Do Your Best, and Try to Laugh!

4.
Drink Plenty of Water
5.
Everything in moderation

6.
To Thine Own Self Be True

7.
Be Grateful
8.
Give hugs

9.
 Learn to Listen.

10.
¡Live and Love!

alone creating memories to be thrown away
let's write a play about a play in a dream of clouds
we can put letters together singing praises all around
like cheers with beers and toasty wine, we love the times!

perhaps a new bent...
ABOUT AROUND AGAIN, SEEMING NOWHERE NEW
LIKE A SIMILAR SOLITAIRE MATCH WITH DIFFERENT RULES.

Even if we could jump over the mountain, the mountain won't move.
It moves although it moves.  Mountains move and mountains grow.

O!
Thank Heavens!
'the best thing since leavened bread'

Contemplating the reign of tyranny exerted over the human race, one rarely 

comes to the apex of the conspiracy­theory pyramid to discover television! 

Millennia have passed in the natural progression of existence; only recently has a 

worldwide domination such as this, come to power.  Genghis Khan, Napoleon 

Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, Karl Christian Rove.  No warlord ever waged a greater 

battle against human freedom than the "boob­tube".  All hail the far­seeing one, 

TeleVision!

How noble the gods of humanity, created in our image.  How beautiful the stories 

told exemplifying their journeys.  Oh, great story­telling sage of ages past, 

present and future, we greet thee with tired bodies, simple minds and open 

hearts.  Carry us through our gloriously tragic comedy with your gluey metaphors 

and sticky similes.  Connect, for us, the dots and puzzle­pieces; show us the 
way!

Once upon a place and time far away from here and now, there lived a

people. Confused, bewildered, frightened, cold, hungry, and thirsty,

they showed bountiful stamina in their continual expansions. Creating,

destroying, consuming, producing, creatures of decadent wealth and

depraved poverty, they marched on through ages of growth and

decline alike.

One such creature, inspired and insane, scaled cliffs, braved weather,

survived wilderness and ascended to the peak in the midst of this

civilization. There found this person a light-producing plant. Like no

other herb ever consumed, it gave out light and warmth. The plant

continued growing atop the mountain and forever in the mind of this

one brave entity.

Descending the peak, this in-lighted person began to weave wondrous

words. In semi-suspended disbelief and ever-present hope, its

companions dared not blink lest their wandering attention lose one

strand of this splendorous web. Gathered around this firmly burning

flame, each left with more than when they came. All building their

minds around this new creation, one after another came to the one

with questions and all left with answers differing inasmuch as each

their eyes differed in snowflake individuality.

The light of the in-lighted one so in-lighted each of the devoted, many

new light-tales came about. Following the passing of many in-lighted

sooth-saying sages, a truly momentous day came to come and pass.

"Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?" asked a curious soul of

these now ancient stories and sages.

The creatures discouraged this questioner with many varied curses

and death wishes. The questioner, ever open, heard not their fearful

anger and pursued this longing for answers. Tall tales of a gruesome

death remain told today.

Inspired, insane, in-lighted, the entity scaled cliffs, braved weather,

survived wilderness and ascended to the peak in the midst of

civilization discovering a light-producing plant greater in luminescence

than any word heard never contained.

Confused, bewildered, frightened, cold, hungry, thirsty, in-lighted and

out-brighted, the brave soul spent three long days and nights in a

blinding dance with this growth.

Returning during the slumber of the entire civilization, the new one

spoke not, wrote not, and communicated nothing of the experience.

Laughing hysterically the rest of the days and dancing hither and

tither, the new one danced from people to people, leaving each with a

fresh new lump of shit.

Once upon a place and time far away from here and now, there rested

a million plus piles of shit. Out of each grew a small light-producing

plant glowing, growing and stinking like shit, forever and never, Amen.

Oh in­lighted one of many names, let us praise this piece with several.  Claes 
Oldenburg, thank you for toilets.  Thank you Orlan for WTF!?!  Technically, thank 

you Paul Nipkow for the electric­telescope!  And Mierle Ukeles and Mel Chin, 

thanks for shit!

Thank You for Watching

and

Please

Stay Tuned

IN
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