A Question for Authority by Sam Flot 2004

A Question For Authority

by sam flot 2004

Back in the day

All hung up

On a wall

In the Museum of Futility

Compassion was the catch phrase

Under trees of shade or sunsets

Always playing the game

Close to the vest

Taking and using every advantage

Hyper-hypocritical

In staking off the high ground

Only games of strategy

Are played n a flat board

On an even playing field

Nothing like

Helping out

By reporting “suspicious activities” and

“unsafe conditions”

Either in public oratories or

In one’s own home

I have a question for authority

Where’d ya get that hat?

Looks great on you

Matches your outfit

Really works on you!

But don’t you feel like hell?

It’s been like the old days lately

You been on quite a bender

Havin’ a good time

Lyin’

Cheatin’

Lootin’

Stealin’

Gutting the constitution

Gutting the rules which enforce

Checks and balances

Gutting the environment down to a stump

You’ll be all apologies

When the bender’s over

And

It must be

Very tiring

Very exhausting

Still I gotta ask one question

Where’d ya get that hat?

Action! by Sam Flot 2017

Action!

Protected corrections

With ability

With facility

To maintain, sustain and regain

I keep telling myself

Stop all the complaining and Action!

Stop sharing ones and zeroes and Action!

Teach yourself about your self

Learn about your will and your intention and then

Move them to Action!

Nothing gets done without Action!

Grab some traction, convince a faction, educate a fraction

Drop your phone back in your pocketor

Grab a plug and find a socket

Recharge and be ready to Action!

Be prepared to manage your own reaction

Etiquette in tact not lacking

Reminding my self not to settle for

The lowest common denominator

Stay original and respectful when you Action!

Leave no questions while riding the curve of change on a circle

Riding the curve of time on a turtle

Get off the couch and find your touch

Preferential to any senses deferential

Follow your inner prodigy

To find your mystic profit

Sam Flot

10.27.2017

Cloudyards in the Earthsky Earth by Sam Flot

Cloudyards in the Earthsky Earth

by Sam Flot 2009

Unfounded groundlings soaring

On feats of complex contexts

Write the flow you know

Interlocking the pieces

Knowing the way will illuminate

The light that leads me

Down a path of green grass

Through or over the black asphalt

Horns are announcing arrival

Of a passing through

Expressing the urgency of caution and

Tracks and trains and crossings

Sides, spurs and stoppings

The other side

Dropping off the storyline

Only to return aligned

Intersections are everywhere

You don’t need to even stare

Crossing paths without collapse

The roads cross and the realms will meet

Simple moments

In the rain on the run

Living lifelong connections

That never short circuit

Sides and sides

Which side are you on?

Which side are you off?

Annnndd did I forget to mention?

We’re all on the same side

Despite the conclusion you may have come to

I am one and

You are too

We all intersect

No competition exists

Same side’s’ all I’m sayin’

No game will deliver you

From the game you’ve been playin’

Same as same says we’re different

Same as said same existence

Which side are you on if my side is your side?

You’re either with us

Or you’re with us

The choice isn’t up to you or your ball cap

One same as the other

Any different difference is a trap

8.17.oh9

The Page and The Paragraph by Sam Flot

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The Page & The Paragraph

By Sam Flot

2017

The volume is ample, supple and visceral

The message is heavy with thought

Delivered lightly like a digable dirigible  

The audience is open and their ears are big

Clear focus is tantamount to preferable varying levels of full

The attention bill is paid up right now and

A certain page is place we all settle

The same page this time

We’re in sync and in flow

We’re a part of it

We are it

We all settle on the same page and

No one follows

No one leads

We settle in the same paragraph

Across centuries and countries

Across purposes and porpoises

Across oceans and mountains

We all find some way to be here now

We settle in the same page

The same paragraph

The field is open wide

The possibilities are endless

The path is as long as it is wide and

We all must exist together on this floating dirigible

In sync and in flow   

We bend

We listen

We think

In the flow and

In sync

My (Re-) Dedication to Purpose by Sam Flot

My (Re-) Dedication to Purpose

by Sam Flot 2016

Lens tripping across scenarios

I go beneath the Microscope

Unable to comprehend the balance of

The Macroscope World

I head within my head

I send sonar

I use echolocation

I chant with the drum beating inside me

I head within my head, I head within my head, I head within my head,

I head within my head, I head within my head, I head within my head, I head within my head, I head within my head, I head within my head,

Selflessly exploring the Universe

Inner Sanctum

Inner Region

Inner Space

Sounds are bouncing

Illusions creating and spreading

Scents are wafting

Thoughts are congealing

Preparing to coalesce

As I go deep

Searching for self-realization

Understanding my being

Maybe underneath this Microscope

I can understand me

Then proceed to think about we

To hear the sounds we all hear

To see what we all see

To smell the smells around us

To answer again

To try to think

What motivates me?

What is my passion?

What fuels my future?

Who am I?

And

What motivates us?

What inspires our passion?

What fuel fuels our future?

Who are we?

Sam Flot 11.20.2016

Splintered From the Beam by Sam Flot

Splintered From the Beam

Wood drifts like flotsam

Bouncing around either overboard or shipwrecked

Sometimes lately

I feel like a piece of driftwood

Splintered from the beam or tree

Unsure of my direction

No view of shore

No appendages

No means available to me

To influence direction

But, still unsure of any direction

Not just one I think might be preferable to survival

Drifting at the whim of the ocean

Up, down, left, right

The ocean throws me around if it wants to

I have absolutely no control………….

Sometimes?

Sometimes?

I always feel like flotsam on the ocean

I have no control

I feel like I’m overboard and shipwrecked

So I give in to the feeling

I float with the ocean

I go where it takes me

I see other driftwood

I see sunsets and sunrises

I give in to the ocean

I give in to the feeling

I see many other pieces of wood

Floating just like me

Floating without control

At the whims of the power of the waves

I see seagulls and dolphins

Sometimes it’s not so bad, this floating

Sometimes the good bleeds through with understanding

Sometimes it feels like any moment now

We will all see land

I am losing my sense of desperation

I am gaining a sense of hope

I can see land if I want to and

I can finally wash ashore and

Sit still on the sand

Until high tide or human hands change my direction

I can sit still……….

I can sit ……….

Just sit still………….

Just sit………

Just…..

Happy

To

Be

 ~~~~~~~

Sam Flot         

10.20.2015 at the Beachcomber in Fort Bragg, CA