gads. typo. not Fiends. I meant Friends.
And they are dear precious Friends. Peace.
We are a web of humanity. A collective humanity.
Fellow human beings. I be back later if creek no rise.

Arthur
Well stated. Your wisdom is much appreciated here in the OS jungle. Thank you!

I will be. No doubt. And fiend or friend, I'm glad to be in your company, dear Arthur. xox

"We are a web of humanity." Why can't people see their loved ones in the faces of strangers? If they did, there would be no wars.
Thank you, Arthur.

If it one thing the Founding Fathers knew, it was not to trust the goverment, no matter who's in office.

I will be. At least we are among good folks to be so tagged. Sir Arthur, I treasure your words, wisdom, and spirit.

By their very nature all governments are dangerous, one's back must never be turned.

thank you for posting this.

Art a true friend writes a post like. It would be a privilege to be called your friend. Rated.

I will never forget that day.

Brian gives meaning to the concept of NEVER quit - NEVER give up.






Thanks for posting this Arthur, my friend.

rated

thank you, Arthur, for speaking the truth so clearly. we must stand for what we know is right and defend our friends to the end. else, what would we be?

Thanks for the benevolent feedback. "Where would we all be?" huh?
We'd all be a pathetic wino's trollops or worst? A depraved politico?

I wish I could sit down under a Weeping Willow Tree to remind and honestly tell You/me.
`
To say we people love truth and benevolence, but actually not love Learning, reproof, and instructions ... W all become servile folk who slip into Fear, delusion, and become imprisoned in a coward body to feel Shame.
`
Some of us mumbo-jumble a few so-called eloquent words and become examples a arrogant subservient pride/hubris automaton going through vain motions. Modern sops who lie to each other and Self. We becomes stunted, diminished, and full of animosity:`Pride.
`
We''d shy away from forthrightness. We'd become rash and in what is truly essential ... We be actually:`Illiterate. Servile slave ruled by tyrants. Miserable. Full of Fear. Shame. Ego. Descending more and more into total depravity. on and on. Worst than any mere word can dare say.
Courage would be a empty word and we' anticipate a dreaded personal Soul disaster. Oy! And we'd admit within out True Being ... We'd have to honestly admit ... because we humans know he Truth .. We'd know we have actually participated in the slow, and eventual ... We' sadly say:` the societal chaos, upheave ... and bloodshed, ruin ...
or,
who knows?
We'd weep bad!
We'd see pilfering!
Ransacking and kill?
The loss of the national treasury ...
The Soul would be numb and dead ..
We'd be so tame we'd see wild nature cower ...
What a Good question. I popped off and Thank You.
We are all in he same train, ship, canoe, or a bathtub.
I gotta scrub. Yesterday was a farm market day. Good.
I did get Good News too. It's a secret. Maybe I will tell?
No.
YKW (you Know who)
I promise. Ya lips smooch!
I kissed someone on the lip!
Honest. I will not tell a secret!

Arthur, or whomever you are.

I have to admit, when I first saw your incredible poetry, I thought you were a spammer. Don't ask me why, don't question the logic, or the lack thereof, for I have no reason to provide an answer.

As I read your posts, I began to wonder; who the hell is Arthur James? What the hell is he doing?

Well, I still don't know the answers to those questions, but I do so love your words.

I'm incredibly impressed with your ability to master the language of words. I bow to your mastery.

Your jealous friend, Bob

Boomer Bob. It is way too complicated to dare try and figure we humans :` us/you/me/he/she/we it, or Everyone out? I know one thing? I only met Pedinska twice and She's a riot. Well. And to be more honest? Pedinska is pleasant to look at. Pedinska has red ants in her eyeballs? Pedinska and other people you meet in Life can makes you start itching your scalp-head because you think you may/mites - and

or,
You might catch some itchy flees.
You forget who on Earth are You?
You are at a romantic movie theatre.
`
I will say this:`Pedinska is not anorexic.
Boomer Bob. Thanks for your kindness.
We people don't know who we are alone.
`
People we respect ~ tell us who we may be: `
a trait, attribute, sneer, jabber wacky gibber,
scowl, and all that other rubbish. I never know?

I was surprised folk began saying I was poetical?
I need a haircut? Gaining weight from blogging?
I forgot to zip up? My trouser britches are down?

If you write a book you walk with pants at ankles?
I'm saying the interaction here is inner revealing?
If You don't learn @ Open Salon You tipsy skunk!
`
When I opened a blog @ O.S.? Venting was my 'gig' of choice style. I knew none here. I was feeling irked and very Betrayed. Never cower.

No take no crap from arrogant Twerps! The Place here @ O.S. seemed as diverse as any strange Saloon I'd ever swung the barroom doors open. I'd read from the front page Salon but could not figure out the "Sign In" instructions (I thought I was gonna be bebop-o) I messed up.
Here @ O.S. when I finally figured out the directions .... There were hemp leaves on one FBI insignia here as avatars. There was a nasty quack doc, and I was getting irritated when I was DELETED! SNUFF VOICES? Rudeness! I rather duck a AK 47 bullet? huh? not really ...

There were piles of dog/cat feces on food plates. I loved some people instantly. Falling 'head over heels' in love can make You looney.
I saw a few cool avatars of cigarettes dangling from lips. I smelt real humanity here. There was wine drips on some blouses and shirts ... and Wow .... There were some bare breasted beauties. I thought I was lost in a Central Highland Peasant Village od smiling faces.

Or, a 5-course Jamaican dinner theatre with music? Or, a belly dance hall? oh - on and on - I started unwrapping myself slowly? We don't know the breadth, depth,
or,
what if we are Frauds without other folk to tell us? Hear their truth? Tell me Your view from the other side of the mountain where You live and Learn?
Who are we/me/You?
(?)
Feedback sure helps a lot.
Conversation is dialogues.
And speaking is discussion.

No seek flattery tho. That's all fraud politico's crave. Flatulence! They sniff the air and halls of Hades looking for fellow Frauds!
It's as IF they wear a badge!
Not you tho, Boomer Bob?
You and many other help:`
discover -
Blue rose, shaggy dogs, blue avatars with knit needles and hat pins can poke me back to a better inner calm, Peace. It's like sharing a cupcake and singing. It is to be experiencing the `interlocking arms at the elbows, and giving/accepting of those affectionate embraces of Mind/Body - and all the inner essence sorta touches ... wow...

What a windy today. I'll knock on the neighbors bartenders door today with my pinky!? I know sometimes I do write intentional jabber.
The stuff I've read over and over (@OS too) is to ponder the root, and to enjoy eating with a potential Friend fresh peach scones and gelato in a upscale wordy barroom. It's looking at each other at safe-close range and to try and find wrinkles, birthmarks, tickle spots, dimples and freckles? Innocent questions? The permanent connection? shut up! me? Yep! Ya rambles! okay. So- skip what makes us yawn? Yes! Leave out what people won't read? okay. Next tomb. okay.

What the fuck are you doing up so early,
you poet.
Why are you thinking
of these words so early,
I must know it.

Yea, I know, I tried but can't compare.
How impressive you are.
Where do you come from, my remarkable acquaintence?
Where do you reside, my fellow bear?

While I sit in my late night bear chair,
I see a wondrous, fellow, sleepless dude, I swear
Just as lonely as I, I dare.

Oh well, there's no keeping up with you
Strange an fascinating friend.

I hope to learn from you
From your words, or simply
Simply from you

You are indeed fascinating
my new friend.
You are a distant
ghost, a specter

Boomer Bob? You may be Moos stricken.
Y know? A moo cow jumped over a Moon.
Tonight, just after the sunsets, I dare You.
Visit a redneck bar in my boondocks town.
`
Me' bar Place to sip wine is Ya wino Place.
Go inside as the Moon rises and howell out.
Yell:` I read blogs. I No write any New Post.
`
I dare You to scream out:`I'm a pretty Tiger!
I' want shots of chocolate milk and some Feta!
Feta? Cheese? Yes! Marinated. Garlic. Bay Leaf!
Peppercorns! And? And the cat on a hot tin roof!
`
You can ask for Clear Spring Creamery cheese curd.
Goat milk, celeriac, and some recycled Red Mule chew.
There's black mules in my neighborhood who:`heehaw.
`
Please do Not tell them You moon gaze with JK Brady.
Canadians are considered foreign. Loon wear mascara?
{?}
Folk see a bright Moon and try to grab a big Harvest ball.
Ya comment?
It's a pleasure to write and someone seems to understand?
It's a good feeling? Yes. A dark cave has a lighten glimmer?
Firelight? A communal cooking pot sense? Folk are alone?
No! We are dispersed. Often folk meet at the warm Place!
No tell. Hey? no tell none You know me? Say Ya know KH.
Kathy Hepburn. You want to watch the Moon rise tonight!
`
I'm so far behind. If I slept last night I forgot. I venture out!
A Moon at the Harvest Time looks like a big white volley ball!
I recall my daughter when She was the crawling baby toddler!
She is getting married this September. O Sigh. She will be wed?
It was a autumn Moon when my daughter cried. She wanted it?
She was crying and reaching out then. A same Harvest autumn.

She wanted the rising Moon. I held her and tried to say:`That Moon remains up there to move and affect us silly human beings. happens. She stopped over to talk awhile ago after a farm market. Oh Moons.
Many Moons ago`
I thought of:` TAO`
`
Sad. I blame Mister Sky.
When sad, I laugh. Happy, I cry.
Not a man, in my next life
I'll become a rustling pine
on the cliff in the sky
Fly with the pines, cool and lonely.
`
I didn't write that. I found it in Viet 'Nam poems. I scratched it down because I like Moon poems.

I just read Robert Perry's September 4th 'piece' on The Consortium News Blog. Robert Perry has a good thinker-post.It's worth a read.

www.consortiumnews.com // I was reflecting about being there and never burning a village hut. I instantly loved the land care Montagnards. The women were barebrested. The men wore loin cloths and carried homemade crossbows. I shared chicken with the tribal peasants. I remember how the Montagnard people smiled. The government B- 52 killed them with 500 pound bombs. I can still see ... dead... GIs ...
and,
rural agrarian Monttagnard villagers daily gather food (chop chop) and hear the country peasant cry. We never Feared these humans that the USA dropped tonnages of B-52s.
I was DRAFTED. My Selective Service draft records were in Catoncville, Maryland in 1968 when blood and fire was burning my Draft records. Old Lady Malilda Hodge was the local Draft Board Lady who was assigned to say:`Art James! You DRAFTED! It was the `69 Year Law. Then, there was the Cattonville 9 Trials. The Berrigan Clergy etc., Phil and Dan protested the slaughter way back then ...
Well? To have spent time in war just trying to remain alive was what most American GIs were doing. The GIs sure got a dirty deal and most died prematurely from heartache/grief - Trauma's aftermath.

Being in the Central Highlands was a trip? I loved the Montegnard.

The Robert Perry 'piece' mentions the book:`The Bright Shining Lie. Read Robert Perry's books and blog sure won't hurt citizens.

My Lai? I was not in `Nam in 1968. I have read and visited My Lai with my two sons in the early post Bush Iraq War and will say:`The women, Kim Doan and her two children ... The Doan's family came to America to escape the Amerasian post-war stigma. I tried to sponsor (no financial help) The Doan's with laundromat, homes. kitchen work etc., Well? read how the DoJ betrayed them" I wrote about it so much I gag?
Atlantic Free Press has a brief lowdown. If I told Ya who I gave oackets of Info too Ya sat:`Ya a GI-Loon!
The American/Vietnamese offspring used to be river urchins? Scavengers who live from garbage cans and handouts? Some were taken into peasant homes and raided in family villages that loved and accepted the half/American war's posterity. Kim was a toddler who lived 6- km from My Lai. She lost a Home, and her Laundromat business She was tricked into "purchasing" fro two lawyer in Waynesborp, Pa. on and on ...
Post war Vietnam today were great Farm Market News. But, there were also some chilling reminders of the American government acts of cold-blooded savage killings of a estimated - several million Vietnamese farmers Etc., They are, and were then - Human Beings.I tried to help the Doans. I even handed a packet to former homeland security secretary:`

Tom Ridge.
It's all documented.
You want to know who?
It is a inch thick packet.
`
It's time to hit the sack.
I'll listen to night sounds.
I hope I no hear weeping.
After aerial bombs drops?
A bamboo flute is very sad.
Not every soldier was ... a?
A what? A war psychopath!
I remember the Dead also!
Well? Thanks for Listening?
Moon say? Watch a Moon!
Why blog? Well, I's knows!
Children. Mothers. Father!
Posterity. O so we can Live.
on and on. O I no wish wars!
wish? I wish for a backbone!
huh?
empty pot? the quicker it boil!
Ya said kind words. no temper!
Anger is transformed. Oh truth!
Put kind word and truth on lips!
I hope this make common sense!
Good Night. I missed the OS blog.
Maybe I'll catch up on another day?
O someday? Yet. I sense Good too.
Gimme thee truth. Prudent. Sense.
See dangers ahead and prepare too.
Simpletons go on blindly. O misery.

I'm googling and found this old blog.
This - Arthur James - was my 1st blog.
S. Bryan Wilson is Respected. Sigh.

I left @ Salon after repeated Deletes.
I may do a New Post & Respect him.
H'e been a old Friend & in my home.

Since he lost two legs and one ear too.
he?
Stands four-inches shorter. Ay Bless.
I'm just catching up on where we Be.
I never dreamed I be blogging. Ever.

This time I followed you, dear Art. I will spend more time here.
How grateful so many are ... that you are here ...
and that ...
you speak ...
your truth ...
you remind us that ...
"The Soul would be numb and dead .. "
if the soul ...
did not ...
speak ...
its truth ...

Gosh . . Thanks `anna1liesa

Ask Kerry why he deleted Pedinska?
He thinks I speak too `Jabberwocky.
Pedinska was from the big `A Salon.

Maybe he think `Pedinska is Moslem?
She don't wear a `Yarmulke cap tho?

Kerry is trustworthy? I don't know.
If someone is nasty they may rob.
Maybe he needs to be investigated.

If he's not upright in one area - Maybe?
Maybe he lay in bed with trollop hogs?
He may be Fake. Maybe he's dishonest.

I had a wonderful walk n the mountains.
The early morel mushroom hunters prowl.
It's a bit early. The red oak tree leaves inform.
When Oak Tree's leaves are the mice's ear size:
Then wild morels pop forth from brown leaves.
`
Mushroom and Mankind - The Impact of Mushrooms
On Human Consciousness and Religion - James Arthur
It a book by that title published in 2000 - The Book Tree
Escondido, CA. I visited Escondido once - I was Weary
`
Thich Nhat Hanh was there. I stayed 2- weeks. Bankers?
That was during the Bush regime era. Death threats etc.,
ref:.
Poor Kim Doan's Family
She an American/Asian
Bankers ruin good folk
`
I am so far behind doing what's important, in my opinion. The walk and conversation . . . .
I not go on and on. Shush.
I finally checked my email.
I got 2- emails from Salon.
`
bebop-o - You got a comment.
I never get that emails anymore.
This old blog - hacked - got `um.
I'll never get a editor's - response.
`
I just walk off like Tink - I itch too.
I sit in berry stick- bush - It's calm.
That's why I'm here `gin - Thanks.
`
Margaret Atwood agrees - Go Walk.
SOLVITUR AMBULANDO - Ay Yes.
`
Literally -
It translates:
`
"Work it out by walking around."
`
Great News. - Robert H. Deluty -
He has another book: Otter Press -
`
Title: Unacknowledged Miracles -
`
George Seferis is a fellow Poet.
He finds in humankind `In the
human veins circulate miracles.
`
The Surfrider Foundation says:
`
Today is the` World Water Day!
I met some staff at a farm event.
`
I picked up a book Wall Street reads.
It's `
The Wall Street Journal Business Bestseller.
I have no idea where this book came from.
Over Two-Million books were sold in `1995.
`
It looks interesting - Title: FISH!
Stephen C. Lundin, PhD.,
Harry Paul, and John Christenson -
`
It's basic 101 Psychology/Sociology -
It's a Fish! Parable. It's a Fish Story -
It's a colorful book. It may be Great -
`
It;s about attitude, career, work, and
doing what we love. Hook into it, it's
a catch?
It is a easy to read book. I might browse.
I wonder why I don't receive blog emails.
I may go gamble. Kim Gamble illustrates.
Australians do children book illustrations.
`
If the Salon editor reimburses me money?
`
GoodCelery!
and
bebop-o -
2- Core avatars:
I may buy a book.
Deluty won't hurt.
`
`
"Life is a zoo in a jungle."

Peter De Vries
`
George Satayana -
Robert H. Deluty -
`
"Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile,
and transitory? They are so, and we are so,
and they and we go very well together."
`
The Professional - Robert H. Deluty -
`
To his bitter whining,
Long-term patient
The psychologist edits out
'`''`'
Oy!
Grow up!
Knock it off!
Your killing me!
Stop complaining already!
Sat something I haven't heard!
What do you want *me* to do about it?!
What role do *you* play in your misfortune?!
`
And instead, offers
`Tell me more'
`
`
P.S.
banter
serious
but . . .
skip it. I forget.
I forgot what else.
`
pondering
whether a poodle,
beagle, or editor
is more neurotic
`
(It's impotent tome)
(I ruin a true senyru)
`
`
the prison warden
filling the jar on his desk
with 'Hershey's Kisses'
`
To`Blogger Jane Smithie.
Please know I'm smiling.
`
a blogger complaining
how awful her life has been
with the name Jane Smith
`
I forgot why I signed in `gin.
`
perplexed
by the limp fish-handshake
of a editor
`
`
cursing 'Spellcheck'
for failing to correct
'free erection'
`
core-erections
CEO-corrections
or something
`
categorizing
readers @Salon
as nice folk, evil,
crazy, or all above
`

typo
not sat/sit . .
`
At Kim Gambles Truck Stop
sign reads
`
Only Breakfast is now served.
`
a editor . . .
orders apple pie
al a mode
`
and chocolate milk
and a editor sports
a brown mustache

great news. great day. Beautiful . . .
I got a notice from Salon just now.
`
Ir read:
`
bebop-o - someone commented. . .
Great!
I may go to 7-11. I need change . . .
I'll scoop a few pennies from a penny cup.

Here, Art. Reading, pausing, thinking of all your words ...
of all your words ... that speak your truth ...
even when truth ... hurts ...
Thinking of Annabella ...
of all we hope for her ...
of all the love you give to her ...
Thinking of an illustrator who ...
illustrates ... truth ...
in ways that children ...
see ...
Thinking of truth and those ...
unafraid ... to be with it ...
Here or on your page or at Kim's Truckstop ...
listening ...
to love ...

O, my . . . I got a Open Salon email.
Thankfully, it wasn't the editor.
I never get any email notices
The Art James blog broke.
I sent Kerry "fix" notices.
He's a very busy beaver.
He's pretending he ill.
He be ill/ilk pinhead.
He gets paid to ruin.
Good night. Conk.
editor need hobby.
he be ornithologist.
he be a blue catbird.

I want to Thank folk. a[A]nna1liese Etc., ...
`
Last eve Annabella was here. She likes to annoy.
Her latest annoy . . . Is to glare Her idiot stare at me.
Lewis always enjoys the mountains. Trees, Peepers, etc.,
The Moon was crescent in the Western skies. Then, YOU.
For who Knows the Reason . . . I reread the comment below.
September 4th, 2009. Thanks `gin. You, Etc., are flute song.
`
Positive.
I hardly slept.
Maybe?
Love . . .
`
Killing planes were Roaring in the sky.
Peasant flee helter-skelter. Crouch low.
We people flea to a shelter. ay, Bunker!
anna1liese ~ How gladly we do comply.
Safety. Shelter. Hold each other close!
Hands tremble. Hands sweat. Clammy.
Maybe that's it. Hands embrace. Love.
`
`
The whole world is ablaze. Flames.
We're engulfed. Somehow? A Love.
We're surviving. Politicos. Wastrel.
`
NOTE TO MYSELF - Ho Chi Minh -
`
Without the cold and bleakness of winter
The warmth and splendour of spring could never be
Misfortunes have steeled and tempered [You] me
And even more strengthened my [Your] resolve.
`
`
Many days have gone by in useless misery,
Many days have passed with ineffable suffering,
And now I'm being sent back to the front lines . . .
Today is VAMC day.
The prospect is (healing) or deeply disheartening!
Thanks for healing . . .
`
`
Nothing but burnt skin and bone remained of him.
In (memory's mind) a safe bed with a canopy overhead,
someone in war's Flame is gone from earth in a world of:
Eternal Night . . .
`
`
This is Life.
Death to some.
Coldness.
Warmth to others.
Momentarily down.
Caste-down. Love.
`
`
Talent's are hid inward.
Walk with nimble feet.
I give you upper hand.
`
`
Forces on both sides are balanced equally,
and peace comes to those who choose Love:
and we'll both ponder a great commander,
and decide to `Love always is the victory.
`
`
READING THE ANTHOLOGY OF A THOUSAND POETS
by, Hoe Chi Minh
`
Of nature the ancients loved to sing the charms
Moon and flowers, snow and wind, mist, hills and streams.
But in our day poems should contain verse of steel,
And poets should form a front line for attack.
`
`
P.S.
The 'Note To Myself' poem is a photo book:
`
The Prison Poems of Hoe Chi Minh - Canada -
With an Introduction and (B & W) photographs -
Magnum Photographer - by CA Larry Towell -

I often recall that poem - It's above a photo -
I'm sitting on the ground - A amputated NVA -
He's scarred and smiling - He touches my legs -
What is remarkable is this - He's lost fingers -
Both of his hands lost fingers - You see legs -
Both my lower legs are gashed - War wounds -
`
Index in the back flap reads:
page 53. U.S. veteran Art James
with vet, Thuan Than Center
Habac Province - 1990 -
`
1992, Larry Towell
Published by the
Canadian Arts
Council. Ontario,
Canada.
Some Memory . . .
Thank anna1liese
I guess I needed to:
Reflect. Wars pain . . .

I remember. Love always.
You (ref:, hand): A hand.
I woke up thinking. O my.

Safety. Shelter.
I see Annabella
held oh so safely
in your arms.
I listen to your words
and feel so many
who have known
along with you
such suffering
from times that
knew ... know ...
no peace ...
always ... as you speak ...
even through your tears ...
always ...
I hear ...
love.
I don’t know ...
and I so wish I did ...
how to stop ... end all war
how to help us all
embrace our peace.
Thinking of an illustration
one of Kim’s -
a grandfather
embracing
his grandson.
Love.
Maybe, Art, that is it ...
Hands embrace. Love.

O, my . . . Why do you make me tear up?
You're . . . Maybe a fly. A winged dove?
You . . . Ay, write as with wing-words.
You . . . Flutter. Hey. We Be anglers.
You . . . Be meeting me at the creek.
You . . Be a great fly-tying Friend.
We'd get Bass/Trout-Speckled.
Huh?
You . . . Get Hobby. Male Lures.
Tie . . . Fish-Lures. You'd Be fin.
typo . . .
Fun . . .
We'd Be Hobby-Fly-Makers . . .
Huh . . .
Simple . . .
Tie Lures . . .
Be a Fly-Fisher.
A Fisher-Woman.
`
Make a Lure called:
`
Grey Ghost
Wooly Mugger
Muddy Boogie
Muddle Bugger
Ay Heartache
Fisher editor
But fish ads
O Fin Fishy
Wooly Bug
Be just You
!
I am just:
goofin'
&
pondering
why
?
O, bother
`
a
simple hut
It's all I need
Off all worldly
Care . . .
Enough for me
a simple shack
and I am free
`

I'll go back to a flower bed.
That's to hop in haystack.
If we fall from bed - bump.
We get head bump-noggin.

I'll get my passport ready.
Ay. Paint cute cat whiskers.
Draw a black goat-beard.

This is jest another test.
It's just a comment test.
It's not an actual alert.
Had test be bumblebee:
No slip bee in underpants.
`
It's jest a silly comment test.
I got another @ Salon email.
`
Ma Bell consenting
ti ride on ferris wheel
if drugged, blindfolded
`