Author: Francis Meyrick
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Nothing (2) – Foremost Love
Nothing (2) – Foremost Love I watched him frantic, high above, indulging in his foremost love I watched him dash into the road and haul in yet another load. An ancient squirrel gathering nuts a white haired wino hoarding butts a keyboard and a hungry mouse discord in the rich man’s house. I’d rather lie…
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Nothing
Nothing The Silence of the early morn’ Yesterday is broke and torn Today is still a distant Dream Thoughts well like a muddy stream I am a mostly empty box I try to fill with borrowed rocks If only I could shut my face I’d make this world a better place.
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Manifesto – I see the World
MANIFESTO – I SEE THE WORLD (italics/underscore denotes clickable hyperlinks) I see the world. I am the Silent Warrior. I see it, unflinchingly, albeit through simple eyes. No Einstein, me. No Charles Dickens, either. Just little moi, the scribbler. A streak of Mischief. With pronounced Anarchistic, Anti-Authoritarian instincts. Floater me. He who likes to laugh.…
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Diary 9/15/2013 The Kid in the Candy Store
Diary 9/15/2013 The Kid in the Candy Store Given the Enormity of the Universe, the Immensity of Time, the Stunning-ness of Life, I am conscious of a slight hiccup in the Eternal Proceedings. Moi. The obtuse one. Good-looking, charming, modest, but definitely a limited blip in the Universe. A very momentary blip. A sort of…
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And the Lone Marine salutes…
And the Lone Marine salutes (A Distant Theme, despite little Barry Oh-Blah-Ma and his compliant clique. On the Occasion of the October 2013 Government Pretend Shutdown – Can we have some more, Please?) | Despite it all, there is a Purpose. Behind all this Endless Madness. Behind this immature vanity. This unbridled, greedy, self centered…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 38B) – The Fisherman’s Legacy
A Blip on the Radar Part 38 B: The Fisherman’s Legacy I posted a link to what turned out to be only the first part of this story on Facebook. I belong to the two groups, “Tuna Pilots” and “Tuna Spotter Pilots”, and I usually post a link to any new story there. I also…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 38) – The Missing Fisherman
A Blip on the Radar Part 38: The Missing Fisherman As you grow older, you inevitably witness tragedies. It’s part of the Great Learning we experience on this little, blue, pipsqueak planet of ours, lost in the Immense Universe. We are small, tiny in fact, short-lived, but we matter. Our lives matter. Our kindness matters.…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (18) I am Flying
Of Helicopters and Humans Part 18: I am flying I am flying… Across the Tuna Fields, somewhere North of Papua New Guinea, and a long way South of a good little woman who waits patiently for me. My Hughes 500 D Model is feeling frisky this morning. She is striding along smoothly, with that steady,…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (19) – Our little Nigger Joke
I AM BEAUTIFUL – REGARDLESS Of Helicopters and Humans Part 19 – “Our little Nigger Joke “ For all you lobotomized Media lapdogs who now obediently hate Paula Dean (recently fired in a Media Storm, for some kind of alleged Nigger comment…) Things are going a little too bloody far these days. And it is…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 37) – The Pilot who hated me
A Blip on the Radar (Part 37) THE PILOT WHO HATED ME Truth is stranger than fiction. Much. Stranger. I look back, many, many years now, decades in fact, and I still see the incandescent, glowing red hot fury in the eyes of a fellow pilot. I see the angry fists, and I feel the…