Ethan: How are you feeling today boys? You want to do stuff today or just be lazy?
Francis: I’m feeling kind of snackish…maybe the porch.
Ethan: The other day I asked you and you didn’t want to do ANYTHING.
Francis: Well you always want to go cave diving or bike jumping or book stores! Climb mountainy mountains!
Ethan: I asked if you wanted to go to the park…
Francis: Oh…wheely? Wows…I don’t ‘member that…
Francis: Happy Dad’s day! To tha thin man!
Simon: you’re a good dad.
Francis: You’re an OLD man!
Simon: Everyday you go to Job. It sounds rough.
Francis: But this week you went to the Doctor. I’m cheerius…Is it aliens? Are you gonna get the draft? Ack! You caught the ugly? Do you have to go to a carpenter? Lay it on us…don’t hold back…I can take it…who’s gonna feed me snax?
Ethan: curious, you’re curious…also…you really don’t know what a doctor is do you?
Simon: Is it your trachea? Is it collapsing? Like Garf’s ?? Dad can you breathe?
Ethan: Hold it! Everybody just hold it…As it turns out…I have to prove I am human and I will have to continue to go back to the doc to select traffic lights, bicycles and other oddities. I will also have to continue to write poetry very poorly. But they are gonna let that slide…for now.
Francis: I knews it. . .
Ethan: Now, who wants to help me eat these pizza rolls?
Francis: Is this a twix question?
Ethan: Well, we made it buddy.
Simon: We did?
Francis: Frashasha! (Plays drums)
Ethan: This is our 300th!
Simon: Oh boy! What’s a 300?
Ethan: We’ve been through a lot together…
Simon: Here’s a sniff back…I was saving that one…
Ethan: it was funny.
Francis: I’m buying you both a jokes book…
Francis: Heya wassup.
Ethan: man, I don’t know what was in the air today, but it was busy…
Simon: (sniffs air) some pizza, some bacon, some eggos,
Ethan: that’s what’s in the fridge…
Simon: Oh…
Francis: Sit down, fluff up, drink a beers…
Ethan: wait, what did y’all DO while I was gone???
Simon: …..
Francis: we napped, and we watched doctor who’s and simons threw up in the bed…and we played with the tennis ball…
Ethan: wait! Ahhh man…you want a popsicle?
Francis: I want purple!
Ethan: Not you,you’re fine…
Francis: (cough cough) oh no’s no’s no’s no’s..I gots the sick.
Simon: I don’t believe he’s ever been sick.
Ethan: Well, he’s never ate from the trash.
Bring all of the broken pieces to light, are we doing alright?
Empty inside….
Like all of these open roads…
Detached,
Religions said to deny what’s inside,
Culture said conform and get in line…
We can’t feel what’s left to –
We all keep –
caving….
Empty vessels ….
Out on these open roads
——
There has to be some kind of beauty
Some kind of lines worth writing
Were we not shaped by light?
Held by truth?
Grown by love ?
By love
My love
My love
Love…
Around these open roads
This house is burning
all of these broken pieces …
We used to be fighters but now
We feel so empty
Detached from any identity
Any kind of sense of self
Worth saving…
Were we not shaped by light
Held by truth
Grown by love
By love
My love
My love
Love…
——
All is fair in love and war
——
Hold to me through your night
Until you’re doing alright
It’s just open roads
It’s just memory
And sensory
It’s just time
In that jar of sand
You are light
You are eternity
And everything is passing
But you are beginning
You matter
You are all the borders to the ocean
You are the depths we haven’t seen yet
The quilting to the universe
You are identity
Autonomy
Beauty
And hope ….
You are beginning….
Just beginning…
-E
Regardingsamuel.com
Just beyond the light
There is tomorrow
Another line
Another page
A story yet untold
That only you can tell
In your unique way
——///
Our youth
Fields of grain
Too many intersections
And not enough time
——-///
We lived and we tried to feel love
As it was sold to us
We tried to be something
Nothing
Anything
——///
I felt the shift
I felt myself losing tune
Yes tune
We rang loud
And out of tune
We lost touch with people
Humanity
We looked to our palms
And our timelines
But it told us nothing of our times
Twitter is not real
Facebook is not real
It does not give you the supper table
The summer mornings
In the south
The green stalks of corn
The ice storms in winter
The kerosine Heat
——///
We live and die in the hashtag
But we haven’t grown up to maturity
Poverty is more than we can comprehend
It’s a relationship to money
It’s habits
It’s not just wanting and not having
——///
These lives just beyond the light
The gift of life
Look past the last headlines
What we are
We are here
Now
Alive
—-///
More than politics
More than religion
More …
——///
“Be what you were…”
I look at art
At words
Films
From the 90s
And I feel a disconnect
I don’t know this person
This person doesn’t know me
I can’t see the tv from across the room
I keep moving my couch closer and pretending it doesn’t matter ….
Pictures give us words
——///
We are textured
Quilted
Struggled
Immigrants
—-///
Downsizing
Can you downsize the American dream?
We can find answers in 5g speed
We are born with a cellular plan
But we don’t know our neighbour
A pastors struggle on Monday morning
—-///
Are we red and blue state ?
Disconnected
People vote, or don’t vote, for various reasons.
One Party is the single issue party. Or the anti vax, anti mask, lower tax…don’t take my guns?
No, one party is the American dream, Reagan party, read, communicate, write, dream, love your country, write your wife love letters from across the room. You’re groomed from a young age to vote red.
The business owner. Trying to dream.
The other is college kids, millennials, like it or not, woke, sensitive to every issue, minority, apologising, how will the kids make it during this economy?
Most of us are somewhere in the middle not on the fringes…who’ve lived through a handful of economic collapses…
Most of us have lost someone to this virus…
I was talking with a nurse and she was telling me of the horror of a patient dying…of the horror that people still think this is a hoax, the fact that these patients are protected by privacy laws and this creates a gap…and we will never know…but they know…and for them…this is a nightmare…
Now, what do people vote on?
Somewhere in the middle.
We have more in common than we think.
The whole silence is violence
be woke to every single new thing ….
that’s a big tab…
the answer to winning votes and states
is not be the most liberal…
it’s connecting to the country.
We are all Americans.
Unplug from social media,
You can block and unfollow each-other all day long but these are real people with real lives and real votes and they are not going anywhere, they’re our neighbours our mothers our siblings.
what do we all have in common.
Return to the vision. Return to common sense, adulthood …
you can build a platform and a table with room for everyone.
We can’t go back…we go forward…beyond the light…or we fade into oblivion…
Ethan: Francis, look I’m sorry.
Francis: No! Stay away from me.
Ethan: Here, have some treats.
Francis: What is THIS this isn’t going to change anything.
Ethan: I’m sorry I dropped you in the sink.
I thought I had a better grip. But you MOVED!
Francis: (sighs. looks away.) I’m sorry I bit you. But you did drop me in the sink. You grabbed my bob tail.
Ethan: (whispers) I thought it was a Hemorrhoid or something.
Francis: What! It’s my tail.
Ethan: You’re the one that keeps getting poop stuck.
Francis: I do smell betterz now.
Ethan (wakes up)
Sounds of fires and drums and demons
Ethan: Hey! What the heck man
Francis: Oh, my bad, did I, did I wake you up?
Ethan: Yeah! you did!
Francis: I was just pushing this paper across the floor…see…push push
Ethan: Simon, hey, Simon, check this out. I found a documentary about poets.
Simon: What? No, I’m good, you’re a good poet.
Ethan: Simon come on man. I have chicken fingers. I’ll even make pie.
Simon: I’m sleeping. Good night.
Ethan: ….
Ethan: Hey Francis!
France: Yo, whassup wait is that pie?
Ethan: you want to watch this poetry documentary with me?
Francis: You know I’m always down to make fun of your profession.
Ethan: It’s not a profession, I don’t even get paid.
Francis: You really don’t have to make it easier. Just leave it like it is. I already told you I’m gonna watch the show with you.
Ethan: we can watch what you want next.
Francis: The aristocrats
Ethan: Again, it’s Cats- Aristocats
Regarding Samuel 