blue exits from a yellow highway

For all that I know, any one time-frame to be alive here on planet Earth is a good time-frame. And to be exposed to its' forces of nature ... we struggle to survive ... at beating these odds. Of an early origin then, the persuasive and distracting impulse for us might be ... to stray and to veer ... to explore and to pioneer ... away and beyond ourselves from the basic territory and gravtational pull ... the guidelines of our common organica.

(... 'just existing-just evolving' ...)

We step away from our reflection within the tar pit ... and as the ooze of our past primal incarnations drips from our feet, there begins a metamorphis ... slowly ... and often times too late ... we remain ... (sometimes temporarily and sometimes not) ... unaware of any complexity of the smudge on our feet ... and somewhere from our personal depth, we free ourselves from our own landscape into the current moment that is our lives ... beautiful and awkward fleeting compared to everything else. From one moment to the following moment, is where one's self-discovery and re-invention is improvised ... stops and goes ... delayed or right on time ... enhanced or disrupted ... nurtered or staved ... when each our own organicus melds with another's into yet another primal ooze ... swimmmng in each our allotted time-frame of existance ... our decades ... our days ... each second into the next ... whatever century of millenium ... the turbulance and trauma ... the laughter and the tear ... deeds of kindness and destruction ... choices made from love and hate ... greed or ignorance ...revenge and gratitude ... each alone or together ... that which we have plowed assunder this Earth. We leave behind us out tresspasses. It is who we are while we are here that has a long-lasting impression and effect upon the eternal unfolding of greater events ... It is within what we each have accompolished that reveals within only one second ... that our lives do scatter into any given direction ... intowhatever will be or has yet to evolve ... and that it is who we are while we are here ... that will make us who we want to be.

Both out of sequence and out of sync ... I apply my intentions herein, is to journey us along my yellow highway ... from my first perilous decade to the fourth month of the third decade ... and then back to the second ... and then back to the current one ... the beginning of my 60th decade ... and so on ... (all within a paragraph or two ... an image ... an blur of something green or blue ... a primary angst of horror and delight ... a midnight or a morning's dew). The events of my first decade of life ... (1952 thru 1962) ... will be the more sporadic sprinter o my days and will resurface its' haunting reflection while corralating with the more major social expressways, road-blocks, traffic jams, diners and the like ... of our collective times ... the blue-plate special's of my existance here on planet Earth. These that I share with all of those that might be involved and forwarded into the future so very long ago ... that may remember each impact accordingly, in truth ... in some manifestaion of similarity... in how we each have committed these side-shows and main events into our ever-expanding personae. Each event is simply the truth ... from whatever angle it was vilified, photographed, believed or exploited ... whomever was holding the camera.