Hope Well_There Is A Time For Everything Poem #177

There is A Time For Everything _Hope Well!

Versions of wonderment and the eddies of time.
The visions of this way_is in the decline.
I have a rhyme and a reason for demanding the search.
I am the vehicle and the destiny of my birth.

So we come to the hammer and nail of this theme.
It seems I am commanding an order_ of work.
I want to have the control and the depth.
And the feel for the values and colours, of yet.

So you , my dear reader, are here on the verge.
The very green edge of this line in the dirt.
I write sometimes, most often or not, as a vague compression
of instants, ahead_ They come to me on these errands of time.

Wherefore, In this baked head of mine, I afford a slender realm.
It is certainly an experience to have had the locus and tell_to point.
The perception of words that I wrote_ Come falling through space.
Gathered around me, as much as they will, I waite.

So in inspirational terms, I am thinking_ most evenly on the pursuit.
It is a balancing act, between thinking , I can, and it won't hurt.
I want to roll off the top of mast and hold the sails forth in the wind.
There is a real wielding of servitude and the resolve to make the end.

What's more, To erase the wind at the door. Vaguely stroking my pen_
I hold the catch- basin onto the floor above my head.
What falls from above comes, but easily and scrubs the edges...Of
the Reality of mostly_hidden dangers_ Vacuity and arrogance
What is? What can't _Be_ I am saving these words to mine.

Apprenticing to the love of the reason_ Enticing the words.
Bringing to be the flow of my aggregated division of Being.
To be mine in a way that works for the message of life.
I hope that I can measure_ in ways, that lend for new constructs.
I am not waiting to question or ask, I am reasoned_ for all right ways.
To know, that I believe at this point, there is a purpose. In play.

In the way that I work my cause-way...Path_I know that I am alright!
I have a plan and it is to value the element of presenting_ In the hour.
In the moments and minutes and seconds of time, I am swinging _
Above the clouds of distraction, where fear would have had me before.

My vision is to conquer the angst and the agony of disbelief...In
My practice to display the versions and visions of a confident spirit.
Thrown through the window of time, I am controlling my fear.
What I have now is a simple confidence. I can do this for you.

So as you can see I have made another day and there is a lot more.
I have lived my real life actions in good faith, and I am true.
I worked my questions into these moments and there is the birth_Of
The answers that tell me I am worth my greatest test.

Whenever, I hope and know_ I have been grateful and full of love_
I feel the plan of my life is true, and that I am serving my purpose_
With faith and control, I am coming to know_ how I can carry the water_
Of the time, that is the now time_ of being in this life. To finally__
Do the work, I came to do.

In bravery,.. I will not wilt, and I will not suspend. Though_ an
Ordinary_ I ,_ I am here, and I am well suited to the knowledge of me.
Finally, comfortable and fearless in the face of certain questions,
I pursue the resources _of the notes in my head.

If it all seems a fantasy and not true, that is just the way it goes.
I am just back from taking a call. By phone and by land . The end.
Over and out for now. If you know me at all that is the way things go.
Really there is nothing to hide, I am an experiment in time _Theatre!

Forgiveness, and practice and loving the place.
Being a servant -in the faithful indulgence_of the believing in God.
I practice my version and vision of being a practical matter.
For the light of happy persuasion_of loving the time. Spent.

I am out of the door, and I have just went and gone.
Preparations for the morrow of days to come.
I am not eaking out the expense of deriving hope.
I live with the full basket of dreams to be had.

LOOKING FOR WORDS THAT FALL FROM ABOVE!
Hope is alive! H.Rainfield, esq. 4/2008

Lost and Alone _Somehow We Get Back

I am a so happy to finally be back. I have recovered my web spot on the former blogger, which is now a google product and I' m now back and I will be using this site again and it feels good.

It feels really good and I mean it ...wow! yikes, I have come to play and it will certainly be a place to experiment and use the technology that is here and I will be growing this one, because it has advantages over my other site and that is no bull, but I just feel good about finally getting it back, after having messed it up a couple of years ago...2006, I think. Really, just now, I got the deal done. Wow! again.

Now off to John's blog to make a comment. What a day. This is great. can you tell_I am happy.Yuh! Sincerely, Hubert Rainfield, esq.

The Original version of Synaptical Control- Revolution In Frames

Versions of Synaptical Control- Revolutions in Frames.

Let out the truth of context and control
Pull down the wheels,
that roll up under.
Lift the wings
that tear at the portal way.
Ahead, to seem, arrival
Has been found.

Should I understand
what I have wrought.
Knowing not the dream.
with mute calm and breath held.
Telling statement told.
Linking, remanding my proof.

I have answers sworn.
Beliefs that do
'Adorn'
and grow
within.

Miracles are plane and simple.
Perception is
received.
I am man,
being here.

Listening, Listing lines.
Words spoken
Received, volume
Up
Quiet Motion.

The feeling is believed.
I am Me.
Satisfied for Now,
because
I risk the loss
of Center.

Knowledge of Truth.
Not Perfect,
But Proof
Of Life.
Formed,
Received .

I believe
in You.
Believe on
Me.
A lantern
for
Love
Alive

I am
Drawn to life
by your command.

Dumfounded _Now You're Talking...raison d'etre

1. Dumfounded and deadpan ugly
2. Actually I am quite beautiful...inside. The degree of separation from truth and light is paralyzing.
3. Uga-buga is an obscene gesture. I want to believe that I believe, even when there is nothing to believe in. I love you. My simple mind is in control.
4. It is a fine evening for caterpillars and now the death threats of our great early warning weather persons. Strong winds are threatening and be very worried if you cross bridges. Seriously!
5. There are huge bolders. Got to do what you got to do. Churning rapid thing. Lots of rain. Please God ... Let the blue tarps save us.
6. Devastation... and a lot of people have suffered and I should not make remarks...such as I have, but best that I reveal my sarcastic/rude side, too. Possibly, someone may be sent to rip me a new one.
7. I am hereby apologising for what I am sure was a futile and ridiculous attempt at levity and not intended to do harm.
8. I am embarrassed that I have not yet found the key to a smooth transition ...to a fluid location of the voice of me and my portrayal of this life language that wants to explain, where it is.
9. Here is the key. I always work in a totally distracted state. I cannot seem to extract the silent work area. This is not work or sport. I want it to be The Truth of me. My reality in real terms.
10. So here on a night, when I had no intention of doing what I need to do...I await the heavy rain and wind. A bad morning ahead. We will be just fine. Be strong and wet. Wind gusts up to sixty miles per hour. Oh my!
11. Sarcasm, ... more sarcasm or just say goodnight. Seems as though sleep may do more for me, than any more typing. This is hardly writing. Turn off this flow of goo.
12. Good day, Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Early In the Light of Love Sublime

1. I can find a way to begin, because it is right here at the ends of my fingers. I was hoping to get serious someday and find a way to be truth telling and still open to the moment, because the fluidity of the elements that I find have a friction and a verve for my senses, and I want to do this while I listen to a show I am not watching, but my wife was, but she left the room to go finish sewing a costume, she is doing for the nutcracker- That would be " The Nutcracker". The famous family fare for ballet school aficianados. My daughter goes to a very accomplished ballet school and every year they put on the Nut. And it is always redressed with new costumes and my wife has come up with another wonderful costume change for the five Chinese dancers, who are members of the troupe that come to Claire in her dream of a wondrous fairytale night in a Christmas world of snow and warmth and wonder. Sublime aren't I? Not.
2. This works. I don't know what I did to get this format, but I'm going to go with it. I think it means, I'm not supposed to spend too much time on any one thing. And that is ok with me, because I remain an experiment in confidence, and I want to break into the field of creating elements and controls, that have the zing that I need. I 'm not sure what I need. Mostly, I think I lack purpose for this vebiage that you see. Who am I talking/writing to? That must be me, because I am the only one, who reads it and it is a pleasure to say that it is all original .
3. Each paragraph is numbered. I hope I can figure out how to do this again. I spent much of the weekend reading other peoples blogs and so many are what I would call absolutely useless. For o' so many reasons...not worth repeating. My work on the other hand has integrity, because one day I will hang my hat on the past posts, that only confused and delayed the inevitable. The final discovery and unfolding of greatness... The one, who is me.
4. Cute. Life is wonderful. I talked to my parents in Virginia today, and they are quite well. My mom (is that capitalized/). What kind of writer are you? Back to work. That is why there is editing and I only write free-style at the moment, so this is the result and it passes as a futile, but not lothsome attempt at a glib reparte. I do not believe that for a second. I will say that mom and dad worked a water table at the Richmond Marathon yesterday. The weather was astounding and it was a great event for everyone and my parents as well. They both were in the service in WWII. Proud of them and I always thank them for their service. My attempt at being in the Navy was cut short. Not the way I wantd it to end, but there is quite a story there. Someday, maybe?
5. Nice. I am quite full of it tonight and that is good in the long run, because I am eventually working up to a real production schedule that will include deadlines and games for me to attain... The outcomes , that I will portray as the soul purpose.. of even beginning this way...will come down to reaching a balance of work and family and home and prayer and purpose. Getting rest and exercise along the way. This is the end of my first year as a blogger and I have come a long way...on the way back to where I used to be, when writing was my game as a student and connoisseur of the artfilled life of travel and engagement. Once upon a time and then life happened and I fell by the wayside and became ordinary,but very responsible.
6. Life is short... and if I am to get everything... I need to do before bed ... done, then I must wrap up the deed, that this has been. I would say that ...On some level it has been successful and I can be proud and happy, that I didn't let doubt get in the way. Actually, since noone reads it anyway... I can say that my other blog is on Blogstream and it is under the name-"Indubitable Paradox". Just type that in and you get a world of wonder and a pretty good blog... if I do say so myself. I'm a comer and this is going to be a really great year. I am looking forward to it. This blog is getting to be something,too. It really is about the integrity of believing in yourself and knowing that you have something to say. Only one of my sons has read either one. He was bemused, but said I should keep it up if it makes me happy.
7. The end comes here. Finally the weather in Richmond was ferocious today and my dad, aged 84, said his basement had flooded and he had been down there ...mucking it out. Fortunately, it has floor drains. My mom, aged 82, is recovering well from hip surgery. It hasn't been a free pass by any means, but they are getting the healing recovery thing accomplished with great spirit. Both Mom and Dad have been real troopers. They are doing the hard work themselves, but their friends, family and neighbors have also lent a hand. I'm out here on the West Coast, so my encouragement has been thru...being in touch.
8. All three of our boys are at home tonight ...in their own homes...with their own lives...Yipee! See I do care, but have no more time. Goodnight all. Hubert Rainfield esq....signing off /um?

Big Walley wants to see some changes around here. I got to write a little verse on the web tonight. I be getting brave. I believe the future of television is now. I am here to take my position in the scheme of the love founders of fame and fortune. Believers in the belief of us. Strength in numbers and purpose. We propose on our behalf the good fortune and patronage of all efforts exclusive to service of God's Love.

That is slightly over the top and I reasonably see the fault of getting too far out in front of current trends. This is not a money making strategy. It is merely a feeling of hope for outcomes that gives us hope and strength. I want to be a servant to hope and faith. We have synergy in the strength of what really is an outlook of outcomes that proceed from thoughts that care in depth about the service of all hopes and plans.

I feel the love of real things that are in my life. This is about purpose and being in the world with family and friends. I am not or should I say ... have not
been the most expressive and responsive of relatives in this world. I try to be there in the ways ...that are expected, but I haven't always been able to find the confidence that engenders the success of the real life... lived with heart and soul.

I am on the way off this channel tonight, but I will be back and this will become easier, because I am feeling the love of my sense of purpose and care and this effort means something to me...about becoming what I was meant to be. I will accomplish and eventually find all that I know is there...in spite of all the years of neglect. Reading about me in my mind as a friend to myself, before I can find in the world about ... the shape of me as a friend and consort to the associations of this life... that affords to me the hope of finding the real plan and purpose of this life.

Go there, now... Off to bed and get the rest that will bring to the new day... Breath and breadth and control. Strength and expression and belief. I am this funny little man, who makes jokes of me, because right now it makes me feel less full of myself. I want to swing from the chandeliers and fly through the air and be free and flexible and funny and brave.

It may be... that I need to become a friend of humor and satire ... as they are...possibly/ a satifactory guise for my serious aptitude to dig a whole deeper than I can successfully negotiate. All is new at this point. I will be going out on the limb, eventually. I am brave and stupid at the same time. I feel an original aptitude for danger. And eventually, I will return to the fold and be the hero... I was born to be. GOTCHA!

Hero talk... That is a hairy way to go young man. 57 years of you being scared to be you.

The Normal World of Me

This should include a digest of things I have yet to do, before bed. Time has run out again and I am here on blogger... knowing full well that noone has ever read these scribbles in the night, yet I have a sublime confidence in the process and I press on. For tonight I will say that the strokes of the keys are finally getting easier, because I am not holding back the misses, which were breaking up the confidence of competence... that which is... is the life 's blood of any writer. I declare myself a writer.

If not here in all of my anonymity, where? That feels right on, Rodger. Rodger is, maybe, my alter ego, who gave me the go-ahead to declare myself- not gay or straight, but the worst faux-pas of all. To say that you are a writer and to take it seriously is quite a responsibility. Knowing this, I can only say: I Don't know why I did that, but I will be grateful that I did, because it is what I eventually will be if I continue to travel this way. The road of life is what makes us writers of our own destiny in the end. The thoughts I have had... have run up and down, but right now... I am in a positive outcome holding pattern. What am I waiting for?

Same day, different paragraph. I didn't say...I don't need a lot of work. I recognize this. I am brimming with the longing to go to sleep. I worked hard today on my driveway stoning project. I could have worked harder of course, but I did move the ball forward. Tonight our oldest was home for some of Mom's home cooking. Nice visit and we all had a good productive weekend. I am grateful for my family. I am grateful for our parents. And I am grateful for this life. Thank you, Lord for giving me yet another day. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, My soul to take.Amen

A full day it was. I wrote on my other blog, just now... and I am out of things to say, which could be a problem, but I see it only as an opportunity. Now off to sleep I go . Thank You.
Hubert Rainfield,esq.

About Last Night
Noone that I know will ever know how great it was. I had finally gotten down to brass tacks and was rolling along at a rapid pace...steaming up the river with a full load of coal in the bunker. The black sooty smoke was blowing back over the bridge as we pushed up the river - into the great and dark forest, that could be a jungle or an enigmatic experience. Heartless man of Western Civilization. Meaning his heart was pumping and the breath tones were good, but the spirit, which had been frozen ... had inveigled a certain denoument . And the song that never ends was being sung again. Faith and truth of our fathers .. As a man learns to speak he is enabled to speak. He may say what is truth. Hopefully with regard to a purpose of being. These Rambo like comedic efforts at an esoteric understanding may be foolish in the long run, but I can disclaim them as a bad faith effort at a later date, but having said that I know my thoughts have true structural integrity. I will go on and be all that I can be. Eventually, I can be proud of what I believe is the inevitable discovery of what was lost...being found. Me...I am.

I would dearly love to visit the fluidity of the call and response of last nights' efforts, but I lost them going from draft to publish and for some daunting reason... I was not able to recover my art. I call it my meditation on nothing... now, because it is gone forever. I was rolling and my spirit was on fire. I had love in my heart and I wasn't frozen spermatazoa. I was a rifling fool...standing up to my fears and eventually achieving a certain dignity of unblemished sublimity.

I was hauling some serious butt. The grinding gears of consciousness were devoted and actuated into their highest evolution. This, obviously, is done with a tongue in cheek request, that you would recognize me as a fellow of the web's semantical knowledge blender. I am a most ordinary man, who in humility is seeking a qoutient of respect for the history of me and a recognition of the divination that my life has afforded me. Anonymously speaking I am not an actor of perhaps or of when. I am coming to an expression of the revival of me. I could handle the delight of knowing that I could do this, just because I can.

Here we are then... at the end of tonight's casual exercise. I am designed .... by me. The free will of the happenstance and discipline have given me an adaptive nature, that though it has not experienced great worth or wealth. I have acquired a real recognition of values and truth. Key elements in the order of life's silent order.
I will go now "perchance to dream"... knowing that -This distracted ride is also a part of the recovery of me ...in my most fictional sense... The Art Of Being is being present. Finding the true location of my Heart and Health is the alpha and omega of being here now. I choose my life, because it has brought me to here. And I would honor that.

It's like this: I have to begin, so I can get over the place, where I can't be here, because I don't produce the work, that resides in me ...Untouched, but still there.

I am here and you are there and we are all together.. just like the Beatles' song. I am having car trouble for the second week in a row and I am not dealing with it in a logical way. I have been catching rides and procrastinating. So what! Now What?

I borrowed that logic from an author, who mentioned, that was a good way to deal with the procrastinating complainers in your life. Say to them, "So what.. Now what". For this reason: I am the subject of my own inquiry. When will I get it together. This vehicle is my weight and my burden. It runs well enough. It's just that the lights... running lights don't work. It has brake and turn blinkers, so right now it is a day time car. I caught a ride every day this last week and for those rides I am grateful. I have made three major pushes to fix it and thought I had success each time ... only to come up short. I am truly dissappointed in my ability to not foresee the outcome of today's effort. I waited until it was too late to fix it... if it didn't work out, but soon enough, if it had. I was ready for success and when I came up empty... I smiled and laughed and had a resounding thrilling time convincing myself that I was doing all I could to get it done, but I know the truth. It really sucked and it was somewhat my fault. I have the unrequited ,sinking feeling that on top of everything... I may have broken the part I bought to repair the electric switch ...that is the head light switch. I am not a mechanic, but we do all our repairs. Some times we miraculously succeed... Other times... like today I have unfortunate accidents. Tonight, I cry, but I will be grateful, because a grateful heart is what I need. I must not fall into despair. I have a full week ahead and a lot on my plate, so I must get ready for that and know that this other thing will be answered, when I prepare the way for success.

That... felt like a big weight was lifted from my shoulders. Usually I get good help from my wife, who helps me keep calm. I am a calm person, but cars can be a frustrating experience when your hands are too large and the eyesight seems not to be adequate. This has been not so much what I wanted to say, but it is where it is at right now, so I will leave it there for today and say thank you for hearing me out and if noone is there ...That is allright. I am secure enough to know that this rough patch is part of a pattern that re-occurs from time to time. I always love it, when it is my turn to cry over spilt milk.

So, rolling out the final tones of the day... I ascribe to the theory that always works for me. Why do today, what you can put off until tomorrow! It seems that is where I have been lately. I'm better now. Suddenly...Right now! ... I just prevented us from having a fire in the dryer. I checked the noise ...coins in the dryer... Clothes already super dry were on for another 50 minutes. I'm a hero, but only to me. Enough said... I'm out of here. ___Hubert Rainfield,esq.__ At Your Service

Simply put, this is a new adventure for me, I am groovin' on Jazz Legends, a radio show on the early morning run ... out of BBC Radio, London. Don Cherry and John Coltrane. Of course, it's good. I just thought I could use some competant accompaniement on my own evening adventure. I know, not where, it will lead, so why would I continue, if there is no plan. The reason for going on is -I have many reasons. That was "Cherico" in 1960. Speaking of Ornett Coleman. He's up now with Don. Nice. This is not a music revue, but it sure adds alot to anything your doing... to be groovin' on the greats. Oh! I guess Led Zep would do,
but they're so passe' for us hep cats.

I am now onto the channel... I want to be on. I am noisy in my mind, so these great tunes are blowing clean through this empty room. There is little doubt that a little bit of sweet noise can clean out the system and restore the soul of the lost. I am an artist at heart ... if not in truth at least in the spirit of what it is to try to find the sweet spot of life's comic opera . I work in a state institution.
So just imagine... the tribulations of accomplishing ... reaching the end of the day with all your senses intact. I try and succeed as best I can to bring a joyful noise to my work. So much can be accomplished through the tone of one's voice. Just being happy goes a long way. Strangely, our new client has shown a fondness for me. I don't know why. It's a first for me. I don't want him to depend on me, but it is different how he follows me around. And smiles every time I talk to him. With his eyes. This is getting wierd. Last thing I want to do. Life is kind of a therapeutic mission. Helping and being helped.

Still Don Cherry... in still another installation of his great trumpet skill...
playing with a Turkish quartet in Ankara. They didn't say where, so I took a leap of faith on the geography. I'd best be running along for tonight, but I haven't left yet and now it was just confirmed to be in Ankara, so aren't I clever. Maybe my brain told me I couldn't spell Constantinople. Guess! that wasn't really the reason.

So down to the old watering hole I have come. He, Don et al, are now playing in Peking with Chinese bell players, flutes. Back then it was Peking to us , so when did we begin to use Beijing. It turns out that was from Stockholm. My bad. Someone out there let me know. Fat chance. Sometimes ... you get what you wish for... a reader. I'll halve to comment somewhere ... and invite them to visit me. All in good time. Signing off for tonight. Your humble servant, Hubert Rainfield, esq.

My pointless parting of the ways ... as I see them. So how should this run on.... as a place that I have been. And now that I am here in this moment of detachment... I feel I am here. Really distracted by the fact that I expect my daughter to run up and try to read this over my shoulder. Right now she and her friend are getting ready for bed as they have just finished watching the movie ___Tuck Everlasting __

Noone has ever been here, and I am just fine with that, because in the end ... do I really have anything to say? Let it be known. I am here if you can find me, but it has been a long time gone and I am only me wondering why I ever started this at all. The future of any of this lies ahead somewhere out there in the mist or in the midst of my next great idea. I'll say I love you if you have gotten this far... for in the end this is... for the reason - that this ultimately is here because I am struggling with who I am and where I am and how that plays out is so much about the daily deconstructing of a damaged soul, who is always working at healing the mind, body, and soul, that have carried him this far ...and the conviction of my "I" wanting to produce love in a way that serves the world with true elements of sorting the time that the occasion of being here now has brought to me. I am no special one ... only one who is now in the midst of this time that is so strongly attractive and repulsive. As there are certainly a lot of simple little struggles, even as I compose this page of words, that are thoughts that are conceived in space... that says it is me this time, who is here doing this right now. I have been away for awhile... This was down on the task-bar and I came across some interesting writings, which I cannot go into right now, but the Lord, Jesus is truly speaking to me about not being confused...and the means for straightening the road home is there - if I will only - take it. So on this night in April in the Northwest of the United States in the sometimes, always great state of Washington this is your humble reporter Hubert Rainfield signing off.

I am here and you are there and I know why I do this. It is because I have reasons for my arcane method of discerning what it is I am doing, so I do it this way, because in a manner of speaking ...it is working... for now, and I just want to keep blogging. At least until I have developed the fluidity of my youth, but in the new paradigm of the electronic "me". The new generation has such a fascile command of the medium. It is second nature to them. I was off the reservation for a long time and I didn't write anything, because I thought I would never be good enough, but after reading some of the postings by the worst of the worst bloggers - I knew I had to get out here and develop the chops to defend the ground, that was gained, before the 'give it away' crew came on the scene. Some folks just don't take responsibiliy for their personhood. They think crap is who they are ... so they proceed to make porno out of their thoughts. Foul odors are emitted - that signal low self-esteem and a practiced lack of character. Where am I going when I say these things? I want to take care of my own way and not interfer with others, but if they get up in my face, because I fell into the wrong territory... I take the time to inform them of what I perceive from their transmission. This is really getting out there. I have to reel it in. Noone has ever read my blog, so what does it matter, so I write as though that were true- knowing that someday- these posts may be read and I want them to be worthy ... No-matter if the reader reads one word, one sentence or paragraph, or the whole thing. So I have this other blog that I write to regularly, because folks actually do read it. This one is more like an archive of possibilities. It's all just rip it and read. No sweat off my brow. Tonight, Our twenty-five year old , who is closing on his new olde house on Friday, brought his girlfriend home for dinner. She is very nice and I don't think we embarrassed him. It was quite cute, when he spilt his full glass of milk into her lap. He did what it took... to take everything into the life as normal mode. Thank you Dustin. We all had a very good laugh and dinner was delightful, even if the meat, a roast, was slightly over-done. It's all good. Time to hit the hay. Working at the factory tomorrow. Actually it's a state school. Like I said ... It's all good. Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Left out and Losing my place ... I have discovered that it is rude to ignore my inner voice, which says to me on this night - that if you are trying to listen to your wife's phone conversation and the Olympics at the same time, then you deserve to not know, where you would like to go. Until I take this more seriously, I will continue to follow the drivel of the commentators, who are asking why the Americans can't win. They don't say it, but it is definitely President George Bush's fault. He needs to step forward and take responsibility for what he has done. And now this news about Vice - President Dick Cheney and how he was drunk, when he attempted to "you know" erase, hmmmm...someone, who knew something about which ... if only the media mavens..., [ who are the nation's conscience], would have been told first, in the real way, without the spin of the dark arts' Masters / behind President Bush's mesmerizing powers over the larger, although small majority. In otherwords, the evil men, who stole the Democratic forces' legacy building momentum and tumult of the onerous, boner-us years of the "You Know Whom Party". These people are forever waiting to pounce and gobble-up any iota of credibility displayed /or objectified by the current administration. The dance is beginning, or is already entering, or has long been in ... the mode of a macabre delight in the lack of disbelief in the targeted ramblings of the current Press secretary, who almost, if not in reality - makes the inconceivable ministrations of the feasting ravens... appear to have real basis and uh?... Perception is the greatest throw -weight of truth. Subject: subject the dissenting cadre of pressers to "the lie of their continuous act of deception". Frozen in their defamitory drivel are the consumers ... driven into the mobile pens of circuitry... the tinder of a greater fire. The loss of momentum and life-crushed by the circumventing jealousy of our time in history. When will we look back and say-- Why has it gone so wrong? We need to recapture our faith in the place... that this nation holds in the life of the Planet's peoples. We are the shining city on the hill, because we stay the course - even when our enemies, would have us cut and run. Now that I have come to here... I wish to step out from behind my curtain and tell you, that I am here, but I am not. The way, that it went tonight, is dope. I fear, that I need to re-serve the meal /or in silence leave the field of discourse for this day and sleep on my new " Thoughts Away" mode. [ I am, I can, I wish]. = Ode to the fool on the hill and an evening under the frozen stars. A very warm day ahead - One that comforts me... will come later this year. Extreme cold here in the south sound...up in the foothills. We prefer rain, fog and drizel... year round. Good night. Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Yes, I am a blogger-So what you say and then I retort that I am feeling my oats and I want to continue to blog, so I will do just that and be back again and again until everything starts to fall into place and I realize- that this is really what I set out to do. The design of my scheme came out of a strong desire to finally pick up the pieces and be somebody. Tonight, this will probably just go down as an exercise in the extrapulation of the dimension - that is the synthesis of the plan that unfolds out from under all the morass of detritus that is the code of the delightful elves, that inhabit the veins and limbs of the tree of life, that must succumb to the sword of the pen, that is drawn to tell the tale, that is inherent in the drum.. drum ..drumming of the thumb, that leads the hand of the man who can carry the weight of this thesis. I am (the writer)? of the age that does not yet know how to write the tome that is in my hands. The greatness is there. The audacity is spry and splayed and plays fitfully in full throttle delight as he lists from the dream that [which] is his parade of the stream, the river of I Am ... the ebb and flow of dementia. {You are far too kind sir, and I say to you, that I have some questions about just what it is that you want}. It is disturbing to me that you would contemplate any kind of advance-based on a synopsis of the aforementioned contemplation of the difficulty, that is what I attempt without consult of teacher or elements of trial. I will proceed merely to express...my truth. I am prepared to not give out the essence until the preparations have been made and then I will know that my ancient voice has been read and is reading the inner wall of the wheel that rolls through the door of the ages - to find the small one's at the juncture of love and hate. The futility of man's desire to ascribe personal gain to the true work of the world is the downfall of his humanity. Greed is the screde of the defiant and impersonal defeat will ultimately be the outcome. So I stop and start and come go and then I must also say that the movie "Terminal" is playing in earshot and maybe it is just enough distraction to get me to just hang out there a bit and let the freak flags fly with abandon. So there you go . With no skill at all --I have come to the end of this evening and must trundle of to bed now. I bid adieu and reward the reader with my contrite apologies. I am all this on this evening and it is enough to keep me going for another day. Farewell: Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Just like that, I am in the moment and all the distractions that abound are not here to stop me. I can go on and be here, again, Tonight , just as I have throughout my life- I will find a way to be clear and concise and within the depth of field that it takes to discern the copy of my present -past mindset- I will enable the track of the over-under on the deep flow and bury the trite from the doubt and render the gold of the crisp new ' Fury of redoubt' , that is the present and give up the clue that is the dream - 'To be Real' and to evaluate the resolution of my existence... to it's essence and realize that it has all the earmarks of sudden deception, that is a delusional path , that trespasses on the reality forms that flow in the favor of truth. Okay! I don't get what I am up to tonight , but I do know this- I care that this is not anything more than an exercise . It will not resolve anything except that it is merely an e- mail value of self publishing or even a lower form of lit- the dreaded text message and even lower than that in my opinion the crap heads who try to gain entry to the domains that our children find themselves in, when they are out their chatting on line. I have never chatted anywhere. I have done this blogging a bit and I have been to political and news sights, and of course all of the resource and shopping sights the internet provides . My big things are history and music and literaure and geography and cruise lines and severe weather satellite photos. On and on. Now this. It is my purpose to always even when in doubt about my own abilities to write-that I will always hold to the highest level of decency and wanting to know that we are in this together, I in turn hold my reading of others up to the highest standards and always reject the wayward. I have commented from time to time to the totally lost- Thinking that maybe I need to say something and maybe - They will get... that they need another way to retail their brain. Some of us are just not singers - Just like they advise on the American Idol show. [ I must note] - that our community love affair with the Seattle Seahawks has not come to an end. They Gave Us A Heck of a Ride and I thank them for that . We will not forget. Everyone should work as hard as they did to achieve their goal. I, as a member of the Community - am Proud to call them. "Our Seahawks". A great football team. Have some good months off and enjoy your accomplishments. I don't love them. I love their passion for what they do and the understanding of that accomplishment and the discussions they had with us , before the end came and they were the team that didn't win this years' prize, but the character of this team is great and they deserve to be honored as a great group , who accomplished a result , that was true and honorable. As to Pittsburgh- who cares? Really I will wait for the Monday Morning quarterbacks to have their say, before I form my my true feelings. Actually... I have moved on. It's back to work tomorrow, so I have to be going. I love you all and Know this- I will be back. Hubert Rainfield,esq.

There is a calm over the house in which I reside with my family. It is a calm that warms the heart, and I can only say that the set up of my computer [right now] is really disconcerting , so can I really claim to be calm. We had an evening of Christmas music and now everyone is abed, but me. I am coming... all ye faithful to Bethlehem, born the King of Angels. Oh! Come let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Listening to Clay Aiken's excellent Christmas album. So as to whether I have the fortitude to go on tonight as a faithful friend , who gathers near to us , if the faiths allow, ... Have a merry little christmas now... small case - big hopes. Mary, did you know. May your baby boy save our sons and daughters. So many are exposed to the wonder of his love by the words sung and spoken at this time of year, especially those, who are not necessarily Christian. They come to know Jesus as he would have them know him. In love ... as heaven's perfect lamb. The great I am. Joy to the earth ... repeat the sounding joy. Joy to the world. He rules the world with truth and grace... and wonders of his love. So much beauty and truth. Oh, those chesnuts and yuletide carols and turkey and mistletoe ... tiny tots...eyes all aglow. Even Santa has his way. All woven together as a net to fish for the hearts of man. Into one simple phrase ... Merry Christmas to You... What are you doing New Years Eve? To all of the above and beyond the sound of my voice... I wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Hubert Rainfield esq.

This is the man, me-I am, the man and then some, because, I can do this, even when there is no real reason, too. Except, that I might strike gold in them thar hills. The presence of not having a decent theme to my thoughts tonight is encumbering me. I worked today at my job in the hills at the end of the road. This is that rural location south of Seattle that got about eleven inches of snow last week and was quite beautiful and ever so slippery for a week or so, but now we're getting about pretty well. Doing our Christmas things along with the rest of the world except for the nut job ,who is trying to blow up Iraq. I believe that most people in the world would love to see the Iraqi people have a successful election, where all the money flowed into the right hands and finally got the desired results - just like our elections. We had a doozy here in Washington, just last year. Probably the best explainer of the current state of political reality in Washington the state is the site called SoundPolitics.com and it's auteur, Stefan Sheransky. Here, I am going off on a tangent and this is only the Conservative view of Washington's liberal world view. I'm okay with going a little toward the issues values for a moment , but really I am more about... just learning to integrate all of the influences into a cohesive flow that pushes the family support systems that will benefit our children now and in the future. Whatever we do - the family and the responsible parents out there are who we look up to, because even as they finish their daily bread winning - they still have to execute the family activities and responsibilities and the various driving and support arraingements for what are usually a number of kids - Yours, mine and ours. Right now we are down to one thirteen year old daughter; Who is doing very well with school, band and dance, especially dance... that is her love. My wife was busy today. She was off from work , but she had her hair done and the results are the best and she is quite happy. I like her new look - very fresh and beautiful. This sounds stilted and is not meant to be, so I will only say that this is experimental. The real important issue of the day was finding a Christmas tree at a reasonable price. That was done, but now my wife and daughter must go back tomorrow after dance class to find a tree just like the one we found , because my daughter "........" wants to pick it out. We found the place, but should we tell her...Nah! As for me I'm over and out and even though I struggled I keep the faith and know that my desire to spin local yarn will remain my desire , because I will continue trying to bring home the bacon.Best to all for a great day tomorrow and Goodnight from my end. Other good news Son at home is over the flu and back to work tomorrow and other son - May get a dream job tomorrow, cross your fingers.Younger boy is thriving at the local feed store. And I talked to my sister in Colorado Springs, today. She is the youngest of eight and has three young girls of her own. Her husband ... arrived for duty in Baghdad last Saturday.It's his second tour. and on top of that I have a real job and I have to get to bed ,so over and out ---Hubert Rainfield,esq.

I fall apart everytime I think of you . There is no center to my life. Man from Mars. Courtesy of Joni Mitchell, the singer, and now I am in, and she is also the most beautiful artist I have ever known. Not that I have known her, but in my youth, she was an inspiration...during a time, when I was receptive to the poetry, the jazz of being in grace. The life of being as you are and then some, and then you try to control the pull and sway of what is working so well. It can go away so quickly, and then what do you do? I do something else for a long time. That is... until now. I love this new me. Trying to buzz the tops off of the trees, that have grown around me, and that is bold, because eventually someone may read me and I would like that to be my wife, because then she could see that I am more than she believes me to be. I know in my heart I have not appreciated her, for all that she is, but I know that if she knew me ...she would hopefully encourage me to find out , what it is, that needs to be done. At this point ,I am merely freeing up the pieces and flying in relative time and knowing that speed and efficiency will come with time and then I will fly in the glorious light of flow and beyond. I do know that at this point, I am a point and shoot character in this western world desire to succeed to the dream ...that has always been lying there , ready to be picked up and kicked along this path that lies ahead, and can you feel me here in your eyes? I can; and I want it to be good for everyone, so it can be good for me . Should I say this unusual e-mail literary attempt at connecting with the past and the present and the path are all very clumsy and may have come to a screaming halt, but that is the mystery of me, because I will come to see this area of my blogs to be the experimental one. This is my call to the the heart of everyone who is where I am and where I have been. So much to be, and there is all the time in the world. I have been down, but I am pulling myself up and it will eventually amaze me that I have finally done what I always needed to do. Right now , I feel as though I invented the medium that we are in, but of course, it is because within the mind of mankind, we are all one and when we recognize that, we are burning in each others hearts. We have been found again, and when it comes, it will be the ride of your life. Give and inch and take a mile. I am merely this man , who is surrendering to his fate and his love for what has become and what will be and how it all happened and how little control there really is. In the long run it is not about me, because I am in the end more about you , than all about me. Can this grab a scathing comment out there? Someone tell me- I am full of shit. I am just out there, and this is the end , and there will be no end like this , because there is no reason to believe that we ever come again, so I am going to leave it all out there and give everything I have to the One. Jesus Christ My Lord. My name given here is a guise - I didn't realize I would need one, when I began , but now that I have chosen to dream outloud - maybe I will need to be a little more free ; Instead of always biding my tongue for the comfort of those, who cannot free me from myself. To my course and part in the freeing of everyone, I will now give my heart and soul to being free in thought and mind , so that I may not presume to encumber anyone, excepting criminals, perverts and terrorists. Editorially speaking : I took my freedom to mean that I could design or should I say discover a new life , because before this night I didn't have one. I have a wonderful life- I just don't give it the full advantage of being free and at this late date , which does not scare me, I am taking what is mine and I will play the role I was born to play. Thank you for your time and attention and now I think I should go away for awhile and rest, because it is one a.m. here and my time stamp always says it's three in the afternoon ... but I haven't fixed it . I don't say I can write, but I sure can go on in this vain , that is the authentic self and that pleases me , because I haven't been here in fifteen or so years . It's nice to know that the boy that finally grew up is still the boy I always wanted to be. Hubert Rainfield,esq.

That's the way we do it on the MTV. That's the franchise , but what do I care. I've been away and now this seems as though maybe it was a mistake. This dark sinister undercover attempt at revealing the depth of my pain. Can you feel it ? "I can" ,said,Simple Simon to the pieman... "three bags full ". La ,de, da... and that is the way I enter the way I am- and that is all I can do to accelerate the being of the thing that has me coming back for more , even after an extremely bad series of events , that are just the way it is here at the Rainfield of Dreams. We are a construct out of the time continuum, that as we now observe ...has all the makings of a great future that requires us to love even what we cannot accept. I must say, I do feel free, and so it is not without trepidation that I carry on in an affair that has all the makings of a third coming. Small t-, small c.. There is a pretention of beingness when the only knowingness one has is the retention of the moment, that is but completing itself ,as it circumvents it's inevitable demise. Concretius Factimosus are in order -as in proof of life and truth in facts stated. I work ,I earn ... as yet this is all I will say. There are reasons I am secret - and as yet I do not understand- I am not yet ready for the city , but I see that coming, even though,at this time, this is not seventh grade ready as a document of distinction, but that will come and as such I am a poem of myself , because I am and have always been at best an abstraction, because I am a functioning autistic in the sense that I am in my own little world -which is great, but not worthy of sharing , so as yet ... I have really only ever shared it with myself. It is a kind of empirical empathy . I have never stated those two words or their meaning together before, but they do capture the true way I go about the encountering of reality, because I do engage the world - I just have really never had an agenda- even when I have been accused of screwing things up on purpose. That is the humerous side of what this is. It has no plan . This moment is not planned -one letter follows another. Should anyone care -now or ever . If you have come this far , then you are experiencing some of what I can reveal right now. Is it valid as weight, a scale against the anquish of time and place- I cannot say, but I know no amount of pain that I feel in in my being is as great as the pain I feel for the world. Now, how can I resolve to make my feelings of love and hope become a furthering of the world of man that is going right and being holy in the hand of God and being servants in the plan to save us from ourselves. So much of our everyday work and ethical demeanor is guided from the integrity of our devotion to truth. We proceed , but do we succeed? I might not have ever written this if it hadn't been here, so that is this night, and there will be others, and I will find out more about how this affects me, as I accept the fact that I need to be this person, too. I have to become a hero to myself, so that I can be brave and honest and strong , and so I can find out why God has kept me alive this long. Not seeing a special way for me, just an adjustment to what has become so hidden in me, that I don't even admit that it exists; but know that it does- everytime I am so happy for someone who is passionate about their purpose and plan. One gets caught up and captured by sweetness of their delight. And there I end for now.Humbly yours, Hubert Rainfield,esq.