Is there anybody out there?

There are no Comets er comments to render.

We are alone. In blogger space. Infinite.

Silence. The machinery has been shut down.

Meanwhile outside in the yard, the worms huddle in their buried holes.

There is no sanctuary. 

We pour our hearts out
in blogs...
that no one sees.
Write books...
that no one reads.

All we can do is watch...read...listen.

and ask ourselves-

Is there anybody out there?

Next blog...

GIVING UP THE GHOST

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We are soldiers.

We are spirits.

Traveling Incognito. 

Wandering through 

dimensions...

One day here,

next day gone.

Marching with 

legions

of shadows. shadows. shadows...

    

Are you  my friend?

Watching us. Buckling down

for Eternity. 

Perched on the edge...

looking down.                                            

      

I am sorry...

We are torn.

Crushed by loss.

In the end...it is all futile.

We are not here.

We are not there.

      

      

      

      

 W

Poly!

YOU ARE AN ANIMAL!!

  That ain't no way to treat a lady!You big hairy ape!        

                                                                                                       

(Growls) she ain't no lady.  (Snorts...)

THAT'S IT!  CUT!     

We apologize to all the viewers. This is very inappropriate (and sexist). ..

Very politically incorrect.

THIS MUST BE STOPPED. Nipped in the bud. CENSORED.

        No Poly. We were WRONG...We thought you were a gentleman. 

A refined man, 

          cavalier

            A don among men.

                                                                                         

                                                              NO!

...You REALLY are an animal. By gum!

blogs not

Things are not always 
what they seem...
You must sometimes look 
under the surface.

We are surrounded 

by blah hum drum

ordinary pablum...

Easy to swallow-

hard to digest.

Oh Poly, you are an oasis.

No- I am just

an island of green

lost in an ocean

of brown.

                                    Mother In Sadness

                                       

                            Sadness, Mother. She is not with us anymore.

                            Age old, Mother time. Hard to describe...

                            It was not her life. She desired more; deserved more.

                            Inspired more. Taught us never to settle for same.

                            I am sorry. I am same. Couldn't give enough.

                            Now I live with the fault till my day ends.

                            Buried. You feared the flames, but became ash.

                            Like John. We all end in ash.

                                              

                                             

Reprinted from 4/12/2006 Blog

Woman 

                                             i am her creation.

                                             molded. formed 

                                             from an image.

                                             born of a woman

                                             derived from the act of giving

                                             that one final push that thrust me 

                                             into this cold disquieting 

                                             world to fend for myself.

                                              and all I wish to do is  

                                             crawl back into the folds 

                                             of the flesh

                                             of her sanctified womb    

                                             that is woman.

WHO IS HE KIDDING?

                                       He is the wolf in sheep's clothing.

                                       They are charmed. They are not safe.

                                                                                (The Polyman knows)

Tea. It is not that simple. 

The world is not forgiving.

This is not entertainment!

                                    "FREE YOURSELF."

                                                         It is not too late.

                                                                                                         

                                       EYE OF POLY                                

I am witness to the human race that never ceases to amaze.

Ruled by the endless realm of emotion... 

                  The audacity. Arrogance. Strength, weakness. Hope and despair.

                                  The ingenuity, vastness of creativity. Inventiveness.

                                        The narrowness of racism. Fallacy of self-importance.

                                               Meekness and humility. Desperation.

The eye sees all. It tears...

I weep. The future frightens me. Our children trust in all our haughty pretense. 

We swagger in  pomposity.

       I plead: Please don't hurt us anymore...

                                                 Oh Poly, don't cry. All is not lost- you will see.

                                  They will figure it all out. There is a big plan. Trust in the Lord.