my daily trust

My cells are mere vacuum with little inside but maybe two atoms around which do fly electrons and... well... yes, that is about it – if deflated into a thimble I'd fit. They are animated by something unseen by something unspeakable vast humble clean that cannot be tarnished by word hurt or rust within which I place most of my daily trust. To call this great power a name such as 'god' is to commit folly both daring and odd is to try to force what's vast into a box that must be then guarded and kept tightly locked. Now cease with such naming now give not a name to such Mighty Might that shall never be tamed but cultivate stillness deep within the soul and hum in the cranium / head / singing bowl.

​© americanifesto / 場黑麥

ranks are swelled

Our borders pose refuge for all who must flee regardless of origin or enemy. We house them in our homes not outside in shacks nor ghettos nor abandoned apartment tracts. We believe in all humans' deep dignity that people contain more than you or I see that they are most righteous who are gave hope to drag themselves back up a slippery slope. Now our ranks are swelled with man woman and child come in from the dark and cold in from the wild they are now our brothers and our sister too we teach them the tricks that our grandmothers knew. They marry our siblings and start families of laughter and joy frolicked under the trees and fight with against the forces without that seek our high stronghold to harass and rout. Come one and all 'fugees come quickly anon and start a new future here under our sun and find hope once more in the love we've to give for here in our bosom a good life you'll live.

​© americanifesto / 場黑麥

lost but won

There is no sense drinking oneself into fits – such behavior ruins the chances one gets. 'Tis better to have but a small beer or two before then retiring and awaking new before one's too blind to the women around before one's so drunk that one beds on bare ground. For drinking is costly to liver and purse forsooth it is mankind's too-gladly-met curse forsooth it is foolish to spend one's time drunk – at least that's what some quite wise people have thunk. So cast aside bottles of brandy and wine and find better ways to spend this fleeting time; with surfing and writing and meditation will many more battles be not lost but won.

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the anarchist model

The anarchist model is replete with rules that serve us as guideposts and lodestars and tools. Although they're not many and not hard to learn they help us our freedom from rulers to earn by making each one of us beholden to ideas and notions both ancient and new: do but unto others as you would have done; protect fellow creatures each and every one; live simply; stay active; don't pollute or waste; avoid judging others on action or taste; do good things without thought of merit or reward; this Earth is our common home – be a wise steward; clear the mind of worry hope want lust and need; avoid the twin pillars of hatred and greed. By acting with honor and integrity and knowing not fearfulness or boundary we step onto pathways once walked by the gods and balance the pendulum weight of our odds.

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better can get

On this day long ago to me was gave birth and now here I sit after a good short surf. I already met friends and laughed with them much; already our hearts and our souls they did touch; already I saw me a fine girl or two; already I worked on bad habits I do. Some incense is burning in my kitchenette as I wonder if this day better can get as I write a poem as has been my wont just to stay in practice not talents to flaunt. With a Nine Dog Session foremost in my mind I leave all my worries and all cares behind and prep for a lifetime of laughter and calm here under volcanoes and tall swaying palms. Already did yoga and already ate and left a small offering there on my plate and high-fived a child whom I'd never met – forsooth I don't know how things better can get.

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with her hair

His rump-steak was punctured by some wayward glass upon which he'd sat down too blindly and fast. Then he made some errors that caused his connection to effect an angry and ruddied complexion that disturbed his cash-flow and threatened his stay – at least he'll be still here on his next birthday. By saying I'm Sorry for his past transgressions he hoped his bad karma to soften and lessen and so far his efforts have not been for naught and things aren't so bad as for weeks now he's thought. He'll pull him a cork on the day of Odin and go out for surfing and maybe a swim and take him a maiden back home to his lair and take off her trousers and play with her hair. The pains of this life are not really so bad and we can all choose to be happy or sad and we can decide to wake up now or not to sit about lazing or improve our lot. There is no improving what cannot be touched – the heart soul chi karma and so on and such – for these things are left to Unnameable Powers that today might heap shit tomorrow leave flowers.

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stifle and smother

When one feels the pressure of urine and stool there is but a single and unfailing tool with which to return to a clear-minded state and that is to let loose from either flood-gate. It helps not to ignore the pressures inside for they will not lessen and the pent-up tide must exit the body one way or another unless it the head-space should stifle and smother. So please do not tally or tarry or wait until just before it is almost too late but release that torrent and let it run free; just trust me on this one – it's time to go pee.

​© americanifesto / 場黑麥

stifle and smother

When one feels the pressure of urine and stool there is but a single and unfailing tool with which to return to a clear-minded state and that is to let loose from either flood-gate. It helps not to ignore the pressures inside for they will not lessen and the pent-up tide must exit the body one way or another unless it the head-space should stifle and smother. So please do not tally or tarry or wait until just before it is almost too late but release that torrent and let it run free; just trust me on this one – it's time to go pee.

​© americanifesto / 場黑麥

gemstone or glass

Desire drives many a man on this plane and causes him torment again and again. If it's not more money or fame that he wants it's to chase a girl back to his quiet haunts and drink of her bosom and lie in her lap and then bed her down for a long sweaty nap. But lust and things wanton do not often last and they are transparent as gemstone or glass and they lead us dummies to spend all our cash on some pretty features and a firmed-up ass. So next time please ponder the fault of the ways that lead to temptation and leave minds in haze for they pale compared to the silence that's found when one has built structures on more solid ground. Unnameable Forces influence our lives and see through our trickery and all of our lies and know what is best for us so we must hear what they show our blind eyes and tell our deaf ears. For all things will work out and we'll heal up right and we will see well in both daytime and night and we'll find the cure for our poor human ills and be sunk in Happiness up to our gills. Relax and sit back and let things come along and build in the heart-space a kind loving song; rejoice in the beauty that is this here life and set aside anger greed jealousy strife.

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honor and glory

We now gladly welcome the great massive peaks that we've been expecting now for many weeks. Much caution is urged to such persons as try across their steep faces to skitter and fly for these waves are angry they do not let up and will break epoxy sponge long-board and SUP. So wax up that plank and get ready to churn and make sure to protect that skin from a burn and make sure the keys aren't still in your motor and that you're not riding your favorite board. Rehydrate with coconut, buy a trinket too, and stock up on betadine and some wound-glue, then launch into whitewash and head for the break for there is much honor and glory at stake.

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letting him stay

Devoid of temptation his choices were wise and few were the usual confusing lies. He woke on the first ring of his mobile phone and was not surprised to find himself alone in the double bed in his small but clean home whereupon he stretched out his tendons and bones. His yoga completed he then showered off and watched as the grit and dirt from his skin sloughed and checked on the forces that he had set up and refilled the electric water-boiling cup. Into a glass mug he dumped some coffee grinds – the Balinese loose strong and toe-curling kind – then poured in the water that he had just boiled before making sure his clothes were not too soiled. First one then another he put duly on and praised himself for the battles he'd just won and set off for glory on a sunny day and thanked his dear island for letting him stay.

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he slept for an hour and an hour more and twice had to relieve his own urine store