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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see www.chopperstories.com.... enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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Standing Alone
Humanity WHO?... oh, you mean that lot on Sigma Alpha 274 Delta Echo?



Standing Alone



Standing alone
On a rocky, windswept ledge
Just below the summit
Of a minor, rocky mountain.
I gaze
At so-called civilization,
Humanity by name
Far below
Insignificant
And wrapped, blindly
In a cocoon of madness.

Only here,
Where it is quiet
Save wind and rainfall
Can I unburden
The boulders
Off my aching shoulders.

Only here, can I sense
In the vast, sleeping quiet
The fragility of Man
Yet another small beast
Gorging his vanity
Endlessly
Unabated
And Unsated.

And I
The pilgrim
Know only too well
The seduction of that hell
I too
Dwell inside
The shell in my mind
And try, vainly
To escape

mankind



Francis Meyrick





Last edited by Francis Meyrick on July 17, 2014, 7:33 am
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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