A JUNK BOX
Junk and a closet for those special ones that I’d like to complete, take a hammer to, wave a feather at, or just dump.
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02.10.15

GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF
01.12.15 8:30 p.m.

IT WAS SOMETHING
THAT CAME BEFORE MY EYES
THE REFLECTION ON POLISHED MARBLE
FUZZY A HINT A TRAIL OF SENCES
ALL THE SCIENTIFIC TALK OF NEUTRONS
MICRO ORGASIMS OR WAS THAT ORGANISMS
I DO NOTE THAT THIS SAME SCHEME OR
LOOKALIKE WAS NOTICIBLE IN A WIDE OPEN
MANNER BEFITTING ITSELF SINGING THE BLUES


THE 0NE WE KNOW OF IN OUR OWN WAY IS TRUE
TO US, HEY, YOU'RE IN TEENAGE TIME YEARS
WAS WHEN I BEGAN WITH ME, I WAS A SLOW
ACTOR, COULDN'T LEARN THE LINES AND SOCIAL
BEHAVIOR WHILE I COULD JOIN IN AND BE WITH
OTHERS FRIENDS WORKERS THINKERS TOKERS
& ELSES NORMAL AS IT WAS WITH MOST OF US
MAYBE NOT SO, HERES WHAT HAPPENED,
I HAD TWO GREAT TWO WORD LINES THAT WERE FANTASTIC
I FORGOT THEM AND THIS HERE WRITING IS ME HERE
TRYING TO RE-PIECE THE PUZZEL BEFORE MIND GET'S
WIND COMING HIS WAY SETTING SAILS NEED TO THINK
WHATS HAPPENING THE MIND SEARCHES ITSELF FOR
NOTHING IN PARTICULAR SCANNING MICROSCOPIC
WAITING GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF IS NOT WISE
I CALMED DOWN THEN SETTLED DOWN DID THE
ENDING YEARS OF THE AMERICAN DREAM
CAUGHT THE TRAIN TOOK THE RIDE
CAME TO MY SENCES THE TRANSITION WAS SMOOTH
SURE GENERALLY CALM MY MIND IS OKAY WITH
ITSELF IN WONDER AT TIMES CAN THIS BE REAL
I'M GETTING EVEN AND BEHIND MYSELF
BEHIND THE BEAT AHEAD OF THE CURVE
SOMETHING CAME BEFORE MY EYES
REFLECTIONS ON POLISHED MARBLE
A HINT A TRAIL OF SENCES
THE SCIENTIFIC OF KNOWING OF ATOMS
MICRO ORGANISMS WE ARE NOT SOLID
AND HERE I AM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF
THIS SCHEME WAS NOTICEABLE
IN A WIDE OPEN MANNER
SINGING THE BLUES
LEAVING THE LISTENER CONFUSED
NEVER FINDING THOSE TWO LOST LINES

- gary schooley
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(needs serious study/editing - this is an odd
one for certain not sure what I'm getting at.
It's just what happened, my mind knows
what happened and how I reacted responded
co-existed with I didn't know much about
leaving the mind but the teachings came fast
it felt like I was doing what came naturally.
I never thought of my minds way my lifestyle
choices they chose me and I was comfortable
to... this is an example of absolutely abstract poetry)

-gary
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Nu
01.21.15

**TRASH BOUND**
INSIDE THAT MOMENT
This could work combined with
Time is a Factor - (the following poem)

THE MOMENT SUDDENLY APPEARS
EVERYTHING CHANGED NOTHING THE SAME
WHEN THAT MOMENT IS RECOGNIZED
WHEN WE DRIFT OURSELVES OUT OF THAT MOMENT
WITH BULLSHIT AND TRICKERY AND AN UNKNOWN FACTOR
THAT OTHER SIDE OF OUTSIDE OF THAT MOMENT
WHICH ONE ARE WE SEPARATING OURSELVES FROM
AND HERE WE ARE BACK INTO THE DOLDRUMS

THAT WAS THAT AND THIS IS THIS

INSIDE THAT MOMENT WHICH COULD LAST A LIFETIME
OR LESS TIME THAN NOTHING NO TIME HOME
IN THE HEART ALL DISAPPEARS TIME IS EXPANDED
WHICH ISN'T THE BEST DESCRIPTION OF THIS PLACE
INSIDE THIS MOMENT THAT APPEARED A SHORT TIME AGO
EVERYTHING VISUAL WASN'T CONSIDERED NOR WAS SOUND
A MECHANICAL MIND THAT BLENDS WITH EVERYTHING
UP TO NO GOOD LOW DOWN DRAGGING ASS DOWN TIME
THE MINDS MECHANIC, I SAY, 'THE' IT IS MINE THOUGH
ON A SIDE NOTE WHICH I DON'T USUALLY GO INTO
TONIGHTS WNDS HOWLING BLOWING HARD HERE IN MAKAWAO
A SHORT SNAP FROM WHEREVER MY MIND WASN'T
POWER FAILURE DIDN'T LAST LONG ENOUGH TO GET
BOTHERED

THEN WAS THEN AND NOW IS HERE

NOW IS HERE AND TO BE FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO HAVE GOTTEN
THROUGH THIS STORM OF MINDLESS THOUGHTS
BEEN THERE LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER BUT LAZY
I GUESS IS WHY THIS WRITING IS TAKING NO THOUGHT
FROM ME MY MIND WHAT DOES ALL THE STUFF MICROSCOPIC
HAS ALLOWED ME MORE TIME HERE THAN USUAL

-gary
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Time is a Factor
could be combined with INSIDE THAT MOMENT’?

in where you go to where you went
to where you came from where you are going
to and fro a dance it sways back and forth
*love comes and goes*
a lot can happen during a time factor
one way or another everything happens
to one degree to another all things happen
yes this is a given we know yet we follow the messenger
how fast can he or she be for me to lose the thread
the point not a factor get away from intruders
entering the mind speaking foreign language
confusing riddles posing as

reality built upon words written by ?

-gary
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A TOKE AND A CUP OF COFFEE
11.17.14?

Not the title... the writing whats it all about
hasn't started writing its still in my head
wording itself to an early death or form of
death; gone from here to here to hear
blessings are one thing a salve a touch a feel
so then what is it that keeps my minds attention
while it wanders in and out of all sorts look

stop at that
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email conversations are tricky risky stay clear
I can put your questions via email and insert
responses words fitting or un they are stamped
recorded Mind Flows Chart; High - duly noted and
never found a way to get it in writing so
what comes in sometimes real life in the flesh
in the muscle bones content a code of you arrives
surprise where you been so long time ago
- off the subject. Example;
- email arrived -
On...

-gary
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MY LIFE WITH MARIJUANA - Part 1
01.01.15

mary jane sweetheart I love you so
sweet cannabis budding nothing to say
a late bloomer, experienced her later in life,
my first toke of marijuana, at the old age 
of twenty seven - this was fifty-years ago, 
I’ve smoked off and on through all of those years 
stopped for a year twice, and thirty-day
cleansing periods a couple of times
it all worked and works still in harmony
now, as age has high numbers attached to it,
the herb becomes more important
both psychologically and physically
she is my friend my confident my helper
by the being one there for me lonely
at times the perfect fit my muse
I've been blessed and privileged
to become acquainted with you
our time together will alway be

gary
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I’M A LUCKY ONE
01.22.2014
(in progress & still junk with possibilities, gathering random words from the dumps)
  
Luck is called a lady she is called that you know,
but my river of Luck is nameless is androgynous 
is only just there always for me why I may never know
but to question gifts is to refuse them 
I never knew why I took her in she never asked or questioned
it was a balance of reason and overwhelming need
a need to Be In Nature
something was missing that Something was internalized
Nature Balanced
yet still confused about how this is being written
the reason for the Junk Box

I am free to run with Luck like a Roan, strong as any wild horse
through the wilderness of life over hills across wild rivers
under rain storms through tall prairie grass
up into pine forests in the background thoughts fade
of the earlier years dirty news on television tried
but could not hold the horse back in his journey home

This is a strange rambling for sure… slow going getting back to the subject of this poem, sort of…

I started sticking notes here and it ended up.. on line... I’ll correct this shit later.

-gary
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Watching attempts at writing poems by a novice, his notes thoughts ideas spelling errors. It’s the best way for me to keep a manuscript moving along.

(Possible third stanza for LIFE COMES BUT JUST ONCE #5, sloppy yes, I’m aware, but this the dumps)

Our experience here is our lives
How is it going our life are we good with it
Do we think that it could be different
Better is the word that fits this question
We ask ourselves or its fine as it is
What would it take if better is the answer
Change is difficult as the old groove has us
Caught in the track we set for ourselves when
We thought we knew the answer now we know
We didn’t know much of anything making it
Tough to alter the course when set in a
Way that doesn’t suit us it will hurt
Making the change into the unknown
Fear takes over and holds us back
From being who we really are

-gary
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YOU’VE GOT TO CARRY THIS WEIGHT
(waking from One Heavy Dream (first draft - needs a lot of work...)

is it 50 lb. 100 lb. 500 lb. or more?
it is and it isn't a question
it is my reality to carry this weight
it being the weight of physical pain
it being the major aspect of my life and
is the dream last night going to reveal itself or
is it going to remain powerful but elusive or will
it or can it be pulled up and out of my mind and can
it be brought into the awakened sate to decipher or will
it remain elusive even with the power of an idling locomotive
is the best description I can give or award to it or
is it a vague reminder of what it has made me what I am as
it brings to my table to present myself to the world or
is it some karmic pay back from some other life or can
it be a simple stroke of fate on my pallet the one I painted as
it pulls and drags my torso down and weighs heavy yet
it raises up through the upper body like an angle who
is and has been with me for the duration a love of myself
is this wrong to love myself the mind ponders laughter
is what comes to the upper overcoming the lower as
it tries all hours of day and night to pull all of me down but
it does not matter how powerful
it lacks what my mind has what which
is and can only be described as a counter force love

the power of fantasy makes it real a line from my solar plexus
running from the Mula Bandha to the top of my head
past the third eye and out through the top
aligning me with the other powers unseen
but known by man through the ages
to be a real force and as for over forty years
my physical holding power is the the centre of the pelvic floor,
the perineum.
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-gary
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NOTES On Love Has Its Way - I put this in the closet - one I wrote a while back.

There is a back story here that goes back thirty-five years with maybe eight people. This came to me during another sleepless night several days ago. (last year actually) This poem is  true story of what I know to be the love of my life. She and her brother and another friend were visiting Eugene Oregon as we all were preparing for a move to a large piece of land in Northern Washington State with three others. 

We and I ended up walking through the market alone and our hands slipped together. I felt ecstatic in a way I hadn’t felt before, like “This is my woman”! Three years passed without no indication of anything between us other than she loved starting arguments with me. My marriage was in disarray as was hers, yet still nothing between us, we were not willing to have anything going on between us because of our respective families. We never spoke of this until years later. Then the accident. (my divorce was final six months previously and She had recently filed for divorce) She was the one writing me letters and making phone calls during the three plus months I was in the hospital. A year after the accident is when this poem begins.

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one time wanna be a Sufi with Yogi Bhajan - (Kundalini Yoga. Kundalini Yoga as taught by Yogi Bhajan is considered the most comprehensive of yoga traditions, combining meditation, mantra, yoga...)Wikipedia

NOTE: The perineum is the muscular body between the anus and the genitals. By slightly contracting the pubo-coccygeal (PC) muscle, which goes from the pubic bone to the tail bone (coccyx), we create an energetic seal that locks prana into the body and so prevents it from leaking out at the base of the spine. Mula Bandha is said to move prana into the central channel, called sushumna, which is the subtle equivalent of the spine.

Learned from the 3HO folks the Sikhs teaching me Kundalini yoga while attending the University of Oregon.

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Gary’s current music choices, usually played during writing periods:
Arcade Fire: Reflector
Florence & the Machine: Lungs
Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of the City
Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here
Santana:
Abraxes
REM: Part Lies - Part garbage - Part heart - Part truth -
Wilco
Lorde - Pure Heroine
Beck - Morning Phase
Paul McCartney
Rodriquez - Cold Fact


NEW: Another Evening -12.28.14
eight O’clock p.m.

BIG JUNK PILE

back again to where is now
about an imaginary state of mind
piece-full meaningless puzzle
all those words above in tune
with each other relating
in a peaceful manner this is what
I mean when I say; imaginary state of mind
so do I neglect this incoming news
do I embrace the meaning of its meaning
these are lines that come from elsewhere
several in this bunch from Eastern Europe
more of the puzzle later now how does this
relate to one's demise speaking of it
outwardly not a mention of it so far
is this what your puzzle is using
as some sort of key to a door to unlock
minds yours ours mind minds and here we go
into that imaginary line making nonsense
appear as good natured well intentioned
as one could hope for in this mode of travel
as for death death is coming or is here
as death always was at one with us as natural
as birth as breathing living alive knowing
we are the miracle just the being here
is all is necessary is is the other end
if we see things as lines straight
if we see things as curves circles waves
the story gets more inviting area opens
I was hoping to continue on about
what I was talking about in the previous post

but lost track of the path tiredness overcomes

break brake need um both timing is on
the moments before setting down the writing mode
jams the circuits creates a circus momentary laughter
anything really just toss um in try to make some sense
of the matter enough to convince me anyway
even if you don’t have a clue of where these words
springing out from these moments before
shutting down the writing mode
not just where but why when how
words can be sneaky little symbols of
communication lets get together right now
maybe this relates to death in this way
I’d like as many of my mind thoughts
serious goofy wacky dumb illiterate even
the tell stories of my inner travels
a roadmap through my minds thoughts
there is a pattern here I don’t quite see it
but I can feel that it is there and engaging
death is close enough to engage with
send advance sense patrol scouts intuition
coming to terms with is a PC phrase to use
death is painted black we made it a bad thing
death is just another word among many
I’m not getting it here must not be in the death
mode of being its neither here nor there
never was death more a modern human invention
developed over lots of long year to scare folks
into a comfort zone a safe house no worries
sign me up I’m a this or that or the other way
the no-way the empty way the everlasting way
spare me the details

gary
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