Sure Sore

Chorus
I’m not quite sure,
Why I’m so sore,
So, to myself I say,
“Hey! Didn’t think you could take any more?”
To which, I reply,
“Ahhh… so what,
I’ll endure.”

Though my heart does ache,
In fact, we make it break,
When we’re so careless,
With all at steak,
My stomach does turn,
The more I learn,
About what we’ve done,
But, that’s just half the mess,
’cause we continue,
We do.

Chorus

Though my head is numb,
Knowing we’re dumb,
We’re dumb?
We’re done…
Getting second a chance,
We’ve missed,
The last dance,
And, it’ll make ya sick,
If’n ya think on it,
Once it’s clicked,
It’ll make you irritated,
It’ll fester and boil…
Until it’s over?

Please… let us discover,
A cure.

Chorus

At the precipice,
If you’re asked to list,
What is precious,
Will it exist?

Buffalo stampede over the cliff,
Will you be able to resist,
The urge to head with the herd,
Will you concede your principles,
At the precipice,
What if?

Do you know…
At your precipice,
What’s sooo precious?
Will it proceed you,
Or disappear, too?
What will you leave behind?
Will you take it all with you?
The earth, the fire, the wind…
Do you care if they all go?

Are you sooo precious?
More than all of us?
Are you sooo precious,
That you’re willing to perish,
Being selfish?

Sooooooo precious?

You talk too much,
But, you sure look good:
“Better off thought a fool,
Than to open your mouth,
And, remove all doubt.”

Blabbin’ “this, that and some such,”
Are ya out of brain food,
Are ya an empty soul,
Did all your senses fly south,
Has your rational run out?

You talk too much,
But, you sure look good,
Good enough to touch,
And, yes! I would,
If ya’d just hush.

Yes, hush little baby,
Don’t bother to cry,
You’ve done run daddy… done run daddy dry,
Oooooo… I ain’t talkin’ maybe!
Ya see… here’s the thing,
You don’t need a diamond ring,
But, there’s plenty of people,
That’ve been going without,
It’s time for their mocking bird to sing,
Yeah, plenty’ve been deprived,
Now, maybe their ship arrived,
Maybe “now” is what they’re all about?

Thought everything,
Was going fine,
’til I took an overview,
Of introspect.

What did I expect?
To escape what’s due?
So, I thought I’d sew,
A stitch in time,
And, fix that,
Which I call mine,
Pulling the needle through,
But… what?!!?!
The thread,
Has no knot,
Though I’ve racked my head,
Now I know,
There’s nothing,
I can do,
No. Not…
A single thing,
Within view.

Thought everything,
Was going fine,
’til I took an overview,
Of introspect.

With due respect,
You’re a cause, too,
Peering in my window,
It is you,
Casting a shadow,
So, if you don’t mind,
I hope you’ll be kind,
And, let the light shine through?

Then, give me a hand,
With a thing of two?
It appears all,
Has come undone,
So, just for fun,
I’ll try to settle,
Our balance due,
And, though it may seem sublime,
I’ll try to sew a stitch in time!

Thimble to needle,
Push, push, pull,
But, once past the sticking point,
The thread,
Just keeps passing,
Unhindered,
Continuing,
Because the filament,
Has no knot,
Surely, this was not meant…
Not meant to be,
The end of me.

Will the stars anoint,
Will my soul be led,
Can I conjure,
Our deus?
“Ohhhh… please help us!
And, ensure,
My head is fed,
With a settlement.”

No. Not to beg for help,
That was not my plan,
No. Not to squeal and yelp –
A pathetic (little) man,
No. Not to beg for mercy,
For what we’ve done,
No. Not to wince in fear,
Trembling from anxiety,
No. Not to shed a tear,
Over my self-pity,
No. Not no.
Uh Oh…
No.
Not no.

You can be,
After all,
You are.

You can be,
Total,
No more.

But, would yawanna,
Dwindle…
Lesser?

Who’d wanna,
Terminal,
Temper?

Don’t wannbe,
Dismal,
For sure.

Luckily, it’s easy,
For me to be,
Me.

I appreciate,
Being fortunate,
Won’t consolidate,
My love.

I reiterate,
It’s a great fate,
To procreate,
Our love.

You can be,
What you wannabe.

Are you ready for some action?
What’ll bring ya satisfaction:
Some carbon composite,
Set in a golden ring?
Or, a certificate of deposit,
Baring interest?

Are you ready for gratification,
Why not spare the carbon,
From an inanimate thing,
Instead,
Before you’re dead…
Consider your very being?
After all,
You’ve been,
Carbon.
All your life,
You depend,
We all,
Have been,
A carbon,
Composite,
It’s our code,
Of living.

Why be catastrophic,
To allotropic,
Forcing uniform,
Forcing the norm,
Let us exist,
In more than one form!
Let’s get is straight,
About our substrate,
We’re but a minor element,
Of the Earth’s crust,
Yet, we’ve spent,
The entire trust.

Abundant,
Yet, abandoned,
Of judgement.

Been carbon,
Now… I’m just a has been.

NOTES
From Florida State University
Carbon is a nonmetallic chemical element, one of the five chemical elements that make up Group IVa of the periodic table. Elemental carbon is actually a minor component of the Earth’s crust, but it is one of the more abundant elements in the universe. Only hydrogen, helium, oxygen, neon, and nitrogen are more abundant.

This element is essential to life, its atoms forming the substrate for all the major molecules that life on Earth possible, including sugars, proteins, fats, and deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), the molecular structure that carries the genetic code of living organisms.

Carbon is allotropic, that is, it exists in more than one form: amorphous carbon such as charcoal, coal, and coke; crystals such as graphite and diamonds; and fullerenes, a soccer ball-like arrangement of carbon atoms.

In the shadow of chaos,
Lots can be lost,
By all of us,
And, it’s not just…
A matter of things –
Our passion for possession,
No, the havoc it brings,
Runs much deeper.
(I can’t afford to be such a sleeper.)

Be forewarned,
Even remnants of an Asian storm,
Can blow you away,
On any ole day.

Be forewarned,
Once you’re airborne,
You’re airborne –
From land… torn.

Though it has no scent,
You can tell where it went,
Though it has no smell,
It’s as destructive as hell,
I mean… what the #$*&,
Blowin’ away a truck,
Though it has no feel,
It’s a real big deal,
You can’t lay eyes on it,
Only the wake of debris,
Raining over me,
It has no flavor,
For you to savor,
Only an after-taste,
That won’t quit,
In and of itself,
She’s a mute,
Very stealth,
But, those victimized,
Are quick to realize,
Her voice ain’t cute.

The sparks fly in Sparks,
As the wind,
Leaves its marks,
Showing where it’s been,
A truck toss,
With devastating loss.

People being extracted,
After being elevated,
Then… drop!
Plop!

So, watch where ya go,
Ya might blow right past Reno,
Ya never know,
Which way the wind will blow.

NOTES
From The Nevada Appeal
Trucks tossed around in Washoe wind
by F.T. Norton
December 9, 2004

WASHOE VALLEY - A Sparks man was seriously injured in one of six accidents in which tractor trailers were overturned by 75 mph winds that raced through here Wednesday morning.

Dwain Darr, 43, a driver for Crown Beverage of Sparks, was northbound on Old Highway 395 two miles south of Bowers Mansion when the second trailer on a southbound Matheson Fast Freight truck driven by William Richard Watson Jr. of Reno was pushed into the northbound lanes by the wind.

Darr’s vehicle slammed into the empty trailer about 11 a.m., ripping it apart and leaving him seriously injured, said Nevada Highway Patrol Trooper Chuck Allen. Darr underwent emergency surgery Wednesday afternoon.

Another truck that had stopped for the accident was tipped over by the wind.

Two miles south, a Swift truck was knocked over into a ditch near the intersection of East Lake Boulevard and Old Highway 395. That driver was extricated from the cab and taken to the hospital. Allen said his name and condition were not available.

He said the other accidents at Washoe Valley, three on Old Highway 395 and on Highway 395 did not result in injuries. Because of the high winds, the vehicles will not be removed until 6 this morning.

Nevada Department of Transportation spokesman Scott McGruder said reader boards at the north and south entrances to Washoe Valley warn truck and camper drivers of high winds.

Sensors on the signs allow them to automatically warn drivers when winds reach 15 mph with 30 mph gusts. A sign prohibiting trucks and campers is posted when winds reach 30 mph with gusts up to 50 mph.

Both old and new Highway 395 were closed to traffic for about 10 hours. Traffic was rerouted through the valley on East Lake Boulevard.

Alexcis Raj, training director of Horizon Commercial Truck School in Sparks, said students are taught the difference between trucks with a cargo and empty ones like the Matheson rig.

“An empty truck is a whole lot easier to blow over. When it’s airborne, it’s airborne,” he said.

During the school’s five-week course its 200 student’s are especially instructed on driving in wind.

But, Raj said, his best safety tip is common sense.

“If you’ve got a highway advisory, pull over and wait. There’s no freight in the world that’s worth delivering and losing your life over,” he said.

According to the National Weather Service, a strong Pacific storm was responsible for the strong winds. Today’s weather is expected to be partly cloudy with a southwest wind of 12 mph and a high temperature of 51 degrees.

WIND WARNINGS

Nevada Department of Transportation reader boards at the north and south entrances to Washoe Valley warn truck and camper drivers of high winds.

Sensors on the signs allow them to automatically warn drivers when winds reach 15 mph with 30 mph gusts.

A sign prohibiting trucks and campers is posted when winds reach 30 mph with gusts up to 50 mph.

Bad astronomy,
Nooo… just can’t be,
Good astronomy,
Watching over me.

Brown dwarf?
Make me barf,
You can forget,
That old midget,
You can bet,
An odd object,
Is what you get,
Tightening the Kuiper Belt.

It was not too far,
It could be felt,
A passing star,
Perturbing Sedna.

Bumped from her area,
Thrown into hysteria,
Now she’s coming,
To our inner system?

An eclectic ecliptic,
An orbit… “messed” a bit,
Will the orbit’s girth,
Collide her with Earth?

Is the sun’s companion,
Our Nemesis?
Will Oort’s pollution,
Hit… or will it miss?

Bad astronomy,
Nooo…. none for me.
Won’t sicken,
With any ‘ole Sichin.

Bad astronomy,
Nooo… just can’t be,
Good astronomy,
Watching over me.

NOTES:
John asks:
Is there a website(s) dedicated to or at least discussing the fallout/ramifications of a passing brown dwarf star, through the Ortt Cloud? There were some studies done by Univ Louisiana and the Royal Astronomical Society, back in the 90’s, suggesting that the spate of comets that we had ,were being kicked out by an unknown object about 1 ly or so out. I mean legitimate studies, or serious discussions, not “Bad Astronomy” or “Sichin”.
Thank You

Sidd replies:
sedna (an odd Kuiper Belt object) is supposed to be one body that may have been perturbed by a passing star. It is theorized that there are other such bodies whose orbital planes should be far from the ecliptic. The existence of the Oort cloud rests on analyses of long period comets, but has never yet been directly observed. The old studies you are referring to … i believe there was some speculation about a large companion body to the sun in a faraway orbit (sometimes called Nemesis) that perturbed hypothetical Oort cloud objects into orbits that passed through the inner system, but there is no real evidence for such an object. for more see the archives of sci.astro, sci.astro.research, and perhaps alt.sci.planetary (please be aware that only the second group mentioned is a moderated newsgroup, so the quality of postings on the other two groups leaves much to be desired)

if you wish, we can do some more research, but that is all i can remember off the top of my head

I thought I could depend,
On Greenland,
I don’t understand,
How’d things get so outta hand?

Mountain glacier,
Washes ashore,
West Antarctica,
Coming right at ya,
Willing to sacrifice,
Greenland’s ice,
East Antarctica?!?!?!?!
Daaaaa…
Heart attack –
Ahhhhh!

With the rising tide,
There’s no place to hide,
A brackish backlash,
Can’t take it in stride,
The divide… toooo wide.

As Tasmanian’s cancer,
Is Nightmare’s romancer,
A Frankenfish,
Scales the wall,
Escaping from,
Man’s great fall,
Yeah, we’re hot,
As our heatwave,
Sends em to their grave,
Yeah, we forgot,
What we’re not:

We’re not so good,
To know what we should,
We’re not too good,
To do what we could.

If we think of the good…
We would.

With the rising tides,
Our ride collides,
A brackish backlash,
Gotta blame it on pride,
And, my selfish inside.

Kingdom come,
Has come undone,
How dumb?
How dumb.

NOTES
John (of Bakersfield, CA) asked:
Is there a consensus on the maximum sea level rise if all the ice upon land melts ? I have heard from 175ft. to 415 ft. Anybody done an accurate study on this ? Thanks

Sidd replied:
various contributions from ice
a)mountain glaciers: 10 cm — 7 in
b)West Antarctica:500 cm — 15 ft
c)Greenland:500 cm - 15 ft
d)East Antarctica: 7000 cm — 210 ft

also other contributions from thermal expansion of the warming oceans (20 cm/degree/Km) etc…. looks like greenland is goin fast

It’s getting hard to believe,
That we won’t relieve,
I mean… I’m in disbelief,
That we won’t offer relief.

We can’t claim we’re unaware,
Undoubtedly unfair,
It’s evident,
We don’t care,
Though permanent,
It’s dismissed,
Now, we’ve misssssssed,
The boat,
Our ship came in,
But, left again.
Our chance?
Remote.

A severe circumstance,
Makes my journey,
Difficult,
A fear juggernaut,
That’s our own fault,
Gotta change our stance.

Why can’t I see?
Have I…
Grown blind,
Am I that kind?

An insight,
To help us see –
Difficult!
And, it’s our own fault.

That’s right,
You can blame me,
Or, have we all turned…
A blind eye?

Haven’t we learned?