activation.

todd knows about what's good.
yeah.
todd.
this guy:

mmhmm.
activation is what's good.
as in-
the interaction and high-level communication that comes from
being involved in good times, surrounded by good people,
having good conversation over good food.
like i said-
he knows what's good.
and after dinnertimes,
a hot cup of tea and a fistful of peanut chews?
that's good.
and if that just so happens to follow a guided tour,
listening to wu-Tang whilst driving through the heights of the
woodsly goodness's luxurious locales, alight with holiday delight,
accompanied by a luxurious slow-burning sungrown stogie,
in it's own turn lit by a luscious new torch lighter?
yep.
that's good.
he came bearing gifts,
but after all, he IS a wise man,
so i suppose i should've seen that coming.
i am very lucky to know him.
the kind of people i surround myself with are few, and far between,
and usually also far away.
awwwwww.
my friends are all based on their individual merit,
and not the history we've shared.
if they used to be cool, and they're not cool, not no more??
you gotta abandon that crunch, neighbors.
rules is rules, and no amount of old times' sake can change it.
y'know how it goes, even at XI-mas-
just be dope, or F* right off.
it's simple enough,
but there are only a handful of folks out there who can hang out.
i am grateful for the times and the places and the moments they make.
it's all really happening,
and that's the whole point.
creation and destruction,
and everything is connected even when it is not.
uh huh.
the secret universal plan is a real motherF*er.
we pick which circles we spin in,
but they all overlap each other eventually.
broken echoes and sentence fragments,
implications and accusations and dislocations,
all playing their part in a bigger pattern.
...truth and consequences are just a couple of the ghost rings i haunt in,
and they're also the two emptiest ones.
ugh.
and EW.
oh well,
at least todd can hang out and hold his own.
the ricochets of cultivated coincidences can't always be predictable,
so it's a goddamned boon when the orbit of another 'nother
worthy warrior poet, doing the work, and working the plan,
returns to the local loop for a little baby bit.
***********
hard styles and long nights cold air and no sleep?
uh-huh.
i'm still going strong.
a lovely evening with a good buddy was a welcome respite,
but even the best guest goes home eventually.
and when that time rolls around,
there is always a remainder of 1;
never quiet, never soft.....