The storms are most certain, the long and dark days on their way, those shivering lonely mornings and the longest of walks, alone. Spring is so long away. The seeds and nuts are laid, the buds tucked away, Winter’s demands foretold, but yet here presents this day.

Promising warming nests, globes of blue, and supple orange breasts, this day, promise holds, a promise of giving and love, nature’s gifts.

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Sure there have been those days, those dark and cold,

days I’ve not wanted to see, not a hint or clue of blue.

These are only the darkest days, but the next soon comes.

Sure, there was a little boy, smurfs and moods no less.

But the sky?  Really?  Who does that?  And the water too?

From the brilliant to the royal, the neon and mystical hue.

From the staged Man group to the west coast’s dusty hills,

it’s all blue, old and new, forget the borrowed, stick like glue.

Certain a color not only for silly boys, but coils and folds of velvet,

soft to the touch, turning your tongue, yet once more, brilliant… .

Huge swelling collections of bells and balls, and ribbons round.

Must even my blood run through?  Yes, it’s true, steamy blue!

So it is, just when green mint and lavender and peach and torch red,

beacon your eye, calling from the misty and tinted shadow.

Walk boldly, love and cherish Blue.  God knows I miss and love you.

The rocks spoke loudly, the waves carried truth.

In the wisdom of the ages, knowledge of the unknowable.

Certain bliss in ignorance gone, never to return.

The glass is broken, the wave crashed, gone the rock.

The sand is all that remains, crushing grains devour.

Now what?  I asked for it, begged and pleaded, give me!

Being right is over rated, being smart a bore, better original!

Give me one please, something new, something magical?

They have thought the thoughts, nothing’s new, nothing?

Ah, but there is one thought, one little nugget, one secret left.

So you say, give me one?  Savvy that sailor!  Here you go!

Now what?  Run and hide you coward, shiver and hide dick!

But I can’t, it’s too much.  One word at a time, write the fucking thing.

I really want, wish and will, sleepless dark and empty nights.

I need something, void of purpose, pages blank, mind dull.

Sick and perverse, core lashing, hatred and fear, naked alone.

I want the storm without the rain, the hurt without the pain.

This is this and that is that, nothing is just one thing, all spinning.

Round the corner, wanting to see, empty street, no series three.

I want the food without the fat, the buzz without the bee, unreal.

Please oh please, there simply must be, a shadow without a tree?

A hill without the fall, a stream without the deep?

A fire without the burn, a clown without a frown?

The leaves fall, all is dead, my see-saw calls, alone I sit.  Down.

I want what I want, never certain what is good for me.

My questions and dissatisfaction with this perspective on unadvanced Humanity are based within our simple mental nature to question and observe what our senses perceive. Indeed any thinking person might come to some rather obvious conclusions by simply observing the workings of the Human Body, these conclusions having far-reaching implications toward simple and universal technology, that of the Human body as well as the power of Mother Nature.

Within any given day we might experience rain or snow or hail or lighting or a raging river or the blowing of the wind, even the influence of Atmospheric pressure on the Human ear. Many are the events and evidence we are exposed to on any given day. All that might be harnessed and all that might be explored occurs around us every day. How do birds fly, what makes a little whirlpool in a river, what are the possibilities of a rolling log stuck in the backwash rapids. These external quandaries will lead to certain discoveries in and of themselves, but what might be learned simply by questioning the operations of an animal body, flesh, blood, organs, much more our own Human Bio Machine?

Does not our eye roll and pivot freely within a socket? Would not any examination of animal flesh and muscle reveal tendons and flex and mechanical advantage of a fulcrum and lever? Beginning with the simplest of observations, whose recognition and applications we’re supposed to believe were never made useful other than by advanced Modern Man, the story of Man’s limited technological advancement falls far short on logic.

Next comes the understanding of circular force, rotational dynamics and spherical geometry as presented by the Human arm attached securely to our shoulder. Any casting of a stone or spear would reveal a much greater rate of travel at the circle’s outside than its inside, the longer the arm the greater the circle produced by its rotation and the faster an object might be thrown. Rotational force fully conveyed by the human arm. Are we to believe any Human at any time would ignore such Scientific observation and understanding?

What about fluid dynamics? In any animal, Human’s included, a urine bladder releases fluid into a much smaller disposal passage and produces fluid pressure, urine then being released with added force at the end of that passage. Is this not fluid pressure dynamics, hydraulics in its rudimentary application?

What about the effect of invisible air? Does not the wind blow, but cannot be seen? Does this air have quantifiable mass? Would the same fluid dynamics apply to gasses? Why on Earth would our chest expand with every breath? Do we not have control over the pressure, and thus the speed of inhale and exhale rates based on this pressure? What about the differing rates based on oral or nasal inhaling or exhaling? How is it that only civilized Modern Man can observe these things and not all Man at all times?

Can not anyone sitting on a pebble and rock littered beach build an arch and place its keystone, understanding that without it each side doesn’t stand and that the force on the entire structure is supported and distributed to each of its legs? Can we not observe the same by spreading our legs then trying to stand on only one foot?

The correlations, observations and understanding are far-reaching and universal. Any living and functioning person would naturally observe the same base cause for all these functions, making useful application of them within applied Sciences is a natural next step.

I say all this as a result of my work on Mount Giza-The Shaft Build, as it’s ever so clear an advanced Stone Age Civilization employed much of our advanced Sciences during the build of The Great Pyramids. All Sciences are present, all Human observation converted into useful and dynamic Engineering were used. That Civilization learned everything we’ve learned about the Human body and about harnessing Nature’s awesome power. The same could be said for any Civilization, or indeed any Human given enough time and curiosity to question the plain and simple workings of our body and the Natural World that surrounds us.

While this may seem elementary to most, our Historians and those professing Modern Man’s superiority to Aboriginal Man and Stone Age Man might take a moment to examine their own Human Machine before feeding us another line of horse shit.

A tale of sorts, muffled screams I fear.

Shaky and doubted, judge this stifled quill.

Knowing, a murdered would actually kill.

Stake your text and burn your cross,

Mirror mirror round about, behind the wall.

Alone I stand, published not, muted loud.

Stake your cross and burn this text.

Simple scribe, free of thought, papered not.

Scrambled years of frozen tears, putrid sot.

Wolf, wolf alone I cry, dumb and deaf your eye.

Rephetic text scribled now, undoing wrinkled brow.

It’s over now.  Rest.  The end is near.

Let’s go fishing, huh?  Just you and me.

Your tears won’t matter in all that water.

I hear there’s Sun and grass and trees.

Let’s go see, huh?  Just leave that be.

Silly flesh, do as you do and be as you be.

Really, it’s okay… I forgave what you did to me.

spilled and stained, flavors strain.

The scoops and goobs and sprinkles too.

Tasty fresh and sunny bright, hearts delight.

I scream you scream, we all scream.

Ice cream and fat and flavor for all.

The rushing live and dead leaves clog my ears, dreams talking truth and screaming loud, there’s something else, another truth, some hidden reality, a cause for all these effects, the beginning before the beginning, the sand before the rock then the sand then the rock and the sand before.  Only fluid ears can hear.

With every calm sea the secret dies, howling again soon for those yearning truth.  Do you know your History?  Listen for the whisper of the Mount.