Hang in there, then climb the noose.

Perseverance is a choice offered by a disaster.

Some whine, some recline — some dine on the malign.

Moxie is epoxy; during difficulty it glues us together.

It’s guts or go nuts.

Pluck breeds luck; quitting totally ruins your odds.

Perseverance is periscopic; it sees around corners.

Grit is an abrasive; it can grind down difficulty.

On the other side of the canal of root is a delicious restaurant.

There is a time for everything, a time for nerve and a time to swerve.

Bawl your eyes out; stick them back in.

When records can’t be found invent fires and floods — tell stories of tornadoes.

Nothing ruins an exciting search like a good data base.

Straighten out your past; hire an archivist.

Build an archive — share the loot.

Digitize, digitize, save the truth — preserve some lies.

What’s done is done — unless the archivist is your friend.

Archival is a type of survival; decontribution is a form of suicide.

Obfuscate the past, confuse the present, ensure this for the future — promote research.

Deaccession all scrapbook transgressions.

The trash can is a file, the dumpster is a folder; the dump is a data base.

To mature, quiet.

Yap, nap.

No sweat, no get.

Love, don’t hate, simplificate.

Facile, unreal.

For haute couture try simpler.

To pass away is child’s play; it’s harder to stay in the fray.

The mind fabricates a dimple for an answer that is simple.

The simplest tool empowers even the fool.

If time’s pinch or space’s inch do not suffice, then while or mile must take their place.

Lies wound; truths festoon.

The hurt refuse to chart their part.

Friends aren’t inert to hurt.

The wise surmise hidden cries.

Silence is a form of violence.

Love wanes shame.

The lamed blame, the hurt blurt, the mad rag.

Those who don’t fulfill their potential rise up against those who do.

Hurt remains, deposited in memory.

The utterly crushed are like animals caught in a trap; they bite even those who try to help them escape.

The hurt run from disaster; love runs after them faster.


Posted: May 13, 2015 in downtown

Every city is an opportunity; every building is a future.

Orange hand, bright man, downtown’s powerful command.

Taxis abate time’s fate.

Clothes make the town — tatters, ties, rags and gowns.

In a just city, everyone may wear cuffs.

Downtown’s semiotic tags are backpacks, briefcases, purses and bags.

Steel cliffs, concrete canyons, asphalt rivers — downtown gives nature the shivers.

Trees deliver the country to the city.

The city is a street where people cross but never meet.

Parking is now a destination.

Strange, stranger and the strangest, the city collects and arranges.

Lips readily touch lips; souls struggle to even get into the same room.

Dream super big; it all but guarantees failure.

There are two occasions when it is easy to win our enemies — later and after that.

If we knew how to quit each other, we might more readily begin each other.

No bad deed goes unrewarded.

To be loved, that is enough — and solitude.

Every good boy deserve favor, every failed one too.

We become who we become because of our parents; after we must discover how to change that.

Grow old with me — my worst to see.

I love you too — do you?

Cut your bread thick, fill your glass high — praise!

Be perfect  — enjoy imperfection.

It is a gift to have options; boredom is increased by employing them.

Pleasure has three eyes on one face: one looking forward, one looking back and one looking in.

Enjoy life; leave every stop sign accelerating.

Dopamine isn’t Charon’s ferry; it putts to the realm of the merry.

Pleasure lies in gratefulness; the hedonist is always thanking someone.

Pain and pleasure are fraternal, like twins; sometimes they war, sometimes one wins.

The Christian hedonist is voracious — about others eating.

Extreme pleasure resides within extreme love.

We should revel in pleasures which is why we should befriend everyone.

Morality surrounds pleasure as the garden wall surrounds the garden.

I was; I am; I will be; I am happy.

See no trauma, do no trauma.

To heal the traumatized wrap them in a cocoon of love — keep them there.

The traumatized child births the traumatized adult. 

The emotionless are landslides; the emotionally healthy — bedrock. 

To save the emotional future of the planet, we must stop shooting civilians and dropping bombs on children

Traumatizers hail suffering as judicious; violence they call righteousness. 

Boxing is like war: it owes its popularity to our love of dominance, humiliation and head trauma. 

The fool says, “Your feelings won’t help here,” but the wise welcome the instructive motions of the heart. 

General boards made up out of traumatized males rule with one emotion — male rage.  

God made us in his image; therefore, we may be detraumatized. 

Trauma passes, guilt remains, love triumphs.

Avoid memes; trust personal dreams.

No vision; no decision.

Without a vision the steeples perish.

Seeing is not believing; seeing is simply one litmus test for believing.

To value a person discover the future within them.

A vision may apprehend the future, but a plan will accomplish it.

As the migratory bird follows the sun, so the rhino follows the vision.

The almighty clam siphons vision’s shazam. 

The further up one is in an organization the further ahead one must see. 

Even the most visionary  see only as if through a small telescope.

One can only hope and pray that the entrepreneurs and visionaries won’t readily find the rest of us. 

Demigods, dictators and terrorists also understand the importance of vision.

There are no isolated events, only processes that have gone unnoticed.

For me — my way is a highway.

One man’s process is another man’s toss up.

We look before our leaps but close our eyes on our deceits. 

Grieve all your losses with self-honoring processes.

The process is the product.

Develop a good process: select, sequence, anticipate, borrow. 

Mistakes, revisions, setback and losses — out of these arise our rebuilding processes.

Step-by-step bests rush-an’-crush.

At the end of every order-making  project lies a mess. 

Good projects are like good relationships — hard, long, expensive and worth it. 

Let love go viral; let little else.

One TED talk — a million doors unlocked.

Reputations are now made and lost in 144 characters.

What is whispered in inner rooms is shouted from the roof tops of the Internet.

The online leer leads the World Wide Web’s pandemic, peeping plague.

Smile and style go completely viral in such a short while.

Online lies metastasize.

Rumor is a plague; the Web is its vector.

Trends dash, whims sprint, movements run, history plods.

The Web is like life; viral then the knife.

Curvy and nervy turn men topsy turvy.

Arms and legs are war’s dark dregs.

Simple and pure confer di rigueur.

Watch then wait; switch then bait.

Love is dribs, then some drabs, a call for dibs, a plea for dabs.

To avoid crashes and fears, don’t use smoke and mirrors.

Heaven and hell terrorize the unwell.

Minds are open, minds are shut; love is “Not quite,” and “Yes, but!”

Time dilly-dallies down diurnal halls, then rushes willy-nilly out sidereal  doors.

Nick and pick; remit, acquit.

Oscar Wilde created drolleries and quipperies wherever he went; thankfully he left them with us when he went.

The happiness of every aspiring lover is determined by who they choose not to date.

Awkwardness is the beginning of love, humiliation follows shortly, after that love becomes terrifyingly comfortable.

We should always be laughing; that is the reason we should always be married.

We should always be smitten with someone which is why we should always spend time with small children.

Nothing can make one long to luxuriate in sin like proximity to proud rectitude.

No woman should forget anything; a good memory in a woman is the beginning of her power.

There is no temptation greater than the temptation to pretend we cannot resist temptation.

Love believes others will change; this is its chief defect.

A moment of honor can make an older woman feel nineteen again; thirty seconds of disrespect can make her feel one hundred.

There is no excess like success.

When good men are very few, then Revery will more than do.

The soul selects its own society — then ducks.

Success is sweetest in suppose, a loyal love, a longer nose.

Charge into the danger zone, a heated brain — zero at the bone.

Tell the truth — add a slant — make a beeline — end tangent.

It’s okay now and again to be seen without our Diadem.

Love is never dead if it be fed — and plainly said.

Measure sadness and surprise with anything but analytic eyes.

Madness makes a kind of sense; sense has a slightly unhinged bent.

We outgrow everything but love.

Some show off, some hide their powers — reclining shyly within flowers.

Emily will more than do if Eloquence be lost and bees be few.

Early to work and late to bed, makes a man stealthy, wealthy and dead.

God helps those who help others help themselves.

A Franklin well-spent is a happy event.

To err is human, to forgive divine, to multiply proverbs, completely sublime.

Dine with a ladle, sup with a shovel, expire in a castle.

Little strokes irritate great oaks.

Necessity strikes bad bargains — and inspires sweet solutions.

Failure has saved many from success. 

A full brain makes a dull swain.

Feast on hope; die hopeful.

Well ambled beats all scrambled.

Get a trade or a maid.

Too chaste makes waste.

Too much restraint and we will have no more hilarity at funerals.

Being proud of being prudent is a strain of attitudent.

Lack of restraint will land you in a nunnery, too much and you’ll wake in a bordello.

Corral your impulses in public, loose them in private — mind the difference.

Everything we touch we mar; the wise admire the flowers from afar.

Hold your fork or hold your pork.

Give us liberty, and then we’ll all need to get some rest.

A restriction with good diction is nothing more than predilection.

Restraint hears the complaint; license endures the sound of the horrific crash.

For world peace imprison your tongue, bomb your biases, vaporize your revenge.

We all pre-position ourselves; the question is before what object?

Hop on small prepositions; travel great time and space.

“In” has clout; “out” has the doubt.

Model yourself after prepositions — refuse to go it alone.

As the simplest preposition puzzles the foreigner, so the simplest moral choice puzzles the politician.

Head the phrase, rule the phase.

“Of” rules the self, “from” rules the crowd , “in” rules the universe.

“In” or “out” is rout or pout.

We speed andlang the lingo-path of yesterday.

Spatio-a-temporal is verbio-la-visceral.

The preposition which once was low is known now to control the show.

The French once gave us new prepositions; to thank them we gave them McDonalds.

We each best play the part of speech we are.

To click is a slick trick; it may not stick.

Assay your friends; strip mine your enemies.

Infatuation concocts a dopy distillate which vaporizes on contact with difficulty.

Chemistry is all teasing, timing and traiting.

To achieve equilibrium, invite a conflict.

Gentleness is a diluent; it waters down anger.

Hatred is distilled from selfishness; love is leached in sacrifice’s field.

Harshness quickly reaches a saturation point; graciousness is infinitely soluble.

Every mind has a valence, but every bond is a choice.

Beaker lust; distill trust.

Those who close their eyes are prey to those who don’t.

A smart phone is a tether; it can become a noose.

A reputation is fragile; it can be harmed in a flash.

To protect we surveil, yet by protection, we assail.

When a society turns on its whistle blowers, the ensuing silence is a whistle.

Surveilling is neither good nor bad but intention makes it so.

Bug a mug; spy a lie.

Too wary is scary; so is blissfully bleary.

Drones are watching from above, but they aren’t watching out of love.

Surveillance has a defect; it violates privacy to protect.

Surveillance is a mission, until it becomes voyeurism.

Our inalienable rights include life, encryption and the pursuit of privacy.

Self care begins with self-aware.

To recover do nothing — then everything.

To care for your self, love anyone.

For unconditional love, try a brine shrimp.

Steadfastly maintain a paralyzing self-pity; otherwise you might fall into thinking you must do something for things to improve.

Your psyche is a green sprout; your own advice is spring rain.

The empty soul finds a salve, ignoring what it doesn’t have.

Self-discoveries, self-discoveries line the slopes of our recoveries.

Thank your enemies; they teach you to take care of yourself.

Plug your drain with your brain.

It is our great foolishness to try to change the world and leave ourselves the same.

When the world gives you the cold shoulder drape yourself with the warmth of your own affection.