We are who we are with
we are who we are with
a common refrain
which I’ve considered
again
and again
so if I’m not with anyone
does that mean I’m nobody
tio stib
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The Blind Side Parables 31 – High Noon
The swirling cloud of parched earth rose up as the dust devil flitted down eerily empty Main street. There was not a soul to be seen on the vacant sidewalks, the entire town cowering behind walls, peeking out windows, holding their breath as the two gunfighters faced off under the blazing noonday sun.
They eyed each other. the one, a black clad, menacing hulk with a sinister sneer stretched across an unshaven face. the other, wearing a faded denim shirt, leather chaps, and scuffed cowboy boots with silver spurs, had a gleaming smile under an upturned white Stetson.
Both had pistols strapped to their hips. time was frozen in silence.
The moment was broken when White hat slowly raised both hands high in the air and spoke,
“say Blackie, have you ever really thought about what we’re doing out here?”
Blackie grunted, he’d heard it all, this was just another fancy dude stalling for time before Blackie sent him off to Boot Hill.
Hands still upraised, White Hat continued, “I mean, really, what is a gunfight going to settle? You’re faster, I’m faster, one of us is dead. And, on the odd chance you happen to still be alive afterwards, what happens next?’
Blackie was getting itchy, a drop of sweat oozed down his nose. What was this fool getting on about, reach for your gun and get this over.
“What happens if you win the gunfight? Some other guy comes after you, wanting to show the world that he’s tougher, faster. Blackie, do you know what the average lifespan of a gunfighter is? 23 years old. Oh, you might last a few years more, most get planted a few years less. And all this drama for what? A little entertainment for all those folks hiding away, waiting for us to blow our guts out.
Now Blackie was getting irritated. It was time to put this guy down.
But White Hat kept going, “you and me, Blackie, we’re caught up in the American myth of constructive violence.. You and me and everyone else have been brainwashed into believing the hero story that the only way to settle conflict is with do or die aggression. the American hero is the guy who stands up to the bad guy with a gun and kills him.”
Constipated violence? This was too much for the small mind of a man who’d been tossed out of first grade for shooting six bullets over the teacher’s head trying to kill a spider.
“enough!” Blackie snarled, “talks over Whitey, draw.”
but White Hat, hands still high in the air, kept going, “you know these guns we’ve got are called Peace Makers? Isn’t that a load of ironic bullshit?”
Now Blackie was really getting confused, why was this guy talking about ironing? Time to end this.
Blackie was reaching for his pistol, but White hat called out as his hands patted down in a calming motion, “just one last question, Blackie.”
the other gunfighter hesitated.
“Do you remember why we’re out here?”
Blackie’s mind faltered. A look of puzzlement came over his face, then concern.
Well no, he thought, just why the hell were they out here?
“Damn, it’s hot,” Blackie muttered as sweat streamed down his face.
White Hat ambled up to the confused gunfighter, put an arm over the other man’s slouched shoulder, and said, “c’mon, I’ll buy you a beer.”
Moral: Violence is not all it’s cracked up to be.
tio stib
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The Butterfly
can you imagine being attacked
by a butterfly
neither can I
flitting
floating
flying
free
as innocent
as life can be
and so
in marvelous
tranquility
beauty spreads its wings
in front of me.
tio stib
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A Rainy Day
finally
it’s cold
it’s wet
a thoroughly miserable
rainy
day
a day when I can’t cop out
no nap in the sun
no wandering about
finally
a day to make a cup of tea
sip
smile
write poetry
tio stib
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Love’s Many Faces
I’m wondering about love
is it a smile
a wink
a word
a longing look
and what is love if
your eyes cannot see
a soft caress
a wet whisper
a fragrance that hugs your soul
and if your fingers cannot touch
your body can’t move or feel
what face of love finds its way
inside your heart
tio stib
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To Hug a Rose
I’m laughing
watching a blind man
me
a man craving intimate touch
tending to his garden
a garden filled with blossoms
delicate petals
heavenly scents
so much perfection
and yet
for all his need to embrace love
to hug life
he has filled his garden with roses
blissful beauty amidst
a sea of thorns
I smile
at the gardener
me
paradise can be painful
tio stib
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Christmas Eve
I like to sit
in an empty church
and listen to the ghosts
the tears
the fears
the joys
the years
whispering
to heaven’s hosts
and so I sit
this Christmas Eve
before words
get in the way
and trust my heart
will hear the truth
tomorrow
Christmas day
tio stib
Banjos Don’t Play Sad Songs
Treading Water in the Sea of Status Quo
turning slowly round and round I go treading water in the sea of status quo forward backward where to go the simple truth I just don’t know but a voice, deep inside of me growls don’t give up, there’s more to be I sigh and paddle, straight and true into a world forever blue perhaps I’ll meet something, someone new maybe even you tio stib
The Blind Side Parables 30 – Hocus Pocus
Danny was sure he’d finally found the path to success. After all, if you believed the ads, thousands before him had trod the same road and made millions, why shouldn’t he? So, he signed on, paid hundreds of dollars, and waited for his personal “Path to Life Success” program to arrive in the mail. Two CD’s. that was it. Not impressive he thought, but again, maybe this success thing wasn’t that complicated, reminded of the thousands who’d already triumphed. He started in, breezed through the CD’s in short order, wondering whose idea it was to have a sultry female voice do the narration. But, then there came an equally distracting male voice that was beyond hyper. What kind of drugs were these two on? Lesson One” Know yourself. Okay, a sound idea in principle, but not something that was going to jump out of a bathroom mirror at you. Danny did the work on personal budgeting, then made a list of his close friends. Both exercises took little time as, after paying for the “Personal path to Life Success” his bank balance was in the low three digits. This dispiriting reality matched with his friends list, which came to five, and he probably shouldn’t have counted the mailman. Lesson 2-Set goals Danny liked setting goals. He did it every New Year. Setting goals was never a problem. Doing the work to make them happen was. So, he wrote them down again, get out of debt, lose weight and get in shape, learn new skills that would get him a better job than elementary school janitor. he put in a few things that he never believed would happen, find a girlfriend who actually liked him, get a new car that wasn’t twenty years old, and go on a Hawaiian vacation Lesson 3-do the work Danny knew the course, his path to life success, would finally come down to this. the problem was those two animated cheerleaders on the CD’s were not living with him. They weren’t there to remind him that watching Monday Night Football instead of putting together his submission to community college wouldn’t pay the same dividends. His four actual “friends’ weren’t any help either. Ben, the barman at the local sports pub, could only occasionally emit more than one syllable. tony, the janitor he worked with, only spoke Spanish. And Mr. and Mrs. McCarty, the old couple next door, well, between his dementia and her fondness for daytime soaps, not much help coming from that direction. Lesson 4-forget the hocus-pocus After the third time listening to his “Personal Path to Life Success” CD’s, Danny slowly set them on the table and shook his head. No, he wasn’t really an idiot, he just acted like one most of the time. Fortunately, his “Personal Path to Life Success” program had been bought at a 50% early bird discount. Now, the money he’d saved would pay for his first semester at community college night school. Moral- get organized be disciplined keep treading on this is how you get things done grind on don’t stop don’t pause for breath for failure would be certain death it takes hard work and lots of sweat to reach the goals that we have set but let’s skip all the hocus pocus because you, too, may hav noticed that when the race is finally run this kind of stuff just isn’t fun tio stib