26 april 2011 = 16 the tower A friend asked me about projection. I’m not talking astral, tho’ that was fun, I’m not talking the stock market, or the agriculture, or any of those future trends, I’m not talking about putting a face on a screen or how far I can send my voice ( I can get plenty loud) What I am about to do as I dig into my poetry sleuthing any minute now, is to see how I might, you might, we might project: emotions, past recollections, desires onto another being. Projections of this sort are not all bad, some serve a situation when forgiveness or thinking well of other is a far better choice than the opposite. And, IMO, often projection sets a situation up, or a person up, to be a story that is not relevant to the truth of what is happening right now. It’s your story from some other time and place that now gets to be the forecast of a future that has now lost it’s potential and innocence to what you, me, we, imagined. OH.. it’s so messy. I think you get my drift, if not, ask and we can further discuss it. It’s a large topic to chatter on about, least of all, gather the poetry buzz and slam one down here this a.m. projection Daddies always leave and mommies cry. Brother’s are mean and you don’t get the why Wrapped in a child’s wonder Wrapped in a child’s woe Wrapped up in a story of so long ago. Men will always leave you Women take the pain The world is full of brothers that lay your heart to blame Wrapped in a woman’s wonder Wrapped in a woman’s woe Tied tight with the assurance it’s likely how it will go. You lay it on your lover you lay it on your friends you lay the history of you life a story that never ends. Wrapped in a man’s wonder Wrapped in a man’s woe what would it be to tell this story like so Daddies aren’t you sweetheart, Mommies aren’t your friends Brothers are silly people that tease you till the end Wrap yourself in wonder Release yesterdays woe Get yourself together cause history will come and go. Be here now.