Thought Process Version 1.0, Process 365

    So there I was crying.  There were tears all up in my eyes!  For what was diagnosed as a peptic ulcer the sucralfate prescribed was not working.  And figuratively there was dad hovering over my right shoulder while saying, "Are you really going to fag out and call the ambulance over something as simple as this?"   I held out for as long as I could.  The ambulance came.  I was so tore up that they had to help me up from the steps and walk me to the ambulance.  Damn near needed a gurney!   I was treated right away at the hospital.  Whatever they gave me for pain worked right away.  My son picked me up.  He watched some Stargate Universe while I recuperated in bed.  The pain medication started wearing off!  The stomach agony was slowly returning, right along with the unbearable ghost I had just endured.  I called the Veterans Administration hospital clinic here at Great Falls.  They asked about pantoprazole.  I had it but wasn't taking it because I had been using the sucralfate.  When I took the pantoprazole things got back to improving right away, thank God!  Later I came to find out that my stomach problems may have been caused by my hyperthyroid condition.  So I'm getting treated for that as well.  If you could make someone's stomach hurt like that you could get any information you wanted out of them and even make them do unimaginable shit.  So I kept the emergency room bracelet as a memento.  I'm glad I called the ambulance so fuck you, the ghost of dad[29]! 

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[29] Dad doesn't believe in going to the hospital unless you're dead or something worse.

Orrin K. Loftin

Copyright?  When it is what it is.

30 Oct 2017

What a Summer!

What a Summer!

What a summer we had!  It started out being hijacked.  Had to spend  big bucks on a washer-dryer so thoughts of dancing in the  streets of Vegas quickly vanished.  We could scarcely think of alternatives so party we did.  We began a trek of constant partying that would rival even what the Klingons might think of in their wildest stupors!

At a minimum we provided ourselves with some stress relief.  Then came the communications problem.  Thanks to the divorce the son and I were still getting to know each other.  We learned that we really didn't have an understanding of each other!  Arguments were strenuous to where often both of us would leave in a sweat.  The big conflict came out of interpretation where one took things more literally than the other.

Then the bug sprung a leak in its gas lines.  Then the son looked to be washing every day.  So in addition to a loss of money due to needy repairs there looked to be an invasion of privacy.  I was used to more room.  The son wanted to get to know us and so there again was another World War III.  We got to the point that we cut way down on texting and went with voice communications.  It was my son's idea.  My son's genius actually worked.  Not just because of a change in how we communicated but because our hearts were in the right place in terms of truly wanting to understand each other.

While grooving on some Batttlestar Galactica my stomach began to attack me again.  It hurt real bad but after laying down a bit the anguish went away.  A little later that summer the stomach attack came back.  I wound up having to call the ambulance!  The old medication I had taken mysteriously stopped working.  Fortunately they had already prescribed me another which works even better!

Did I mention the exposed tooth root which caused an emergency visit to the dentist?  Did I mention the son's coolant leak which gave cause for argument.  It even had to be taken back to replace the replacement water pump.  The beats kept going but discussions about time travel, spinners and magnetism and relationships filled the gamut.  In the end it turned out to be a very worrisome, expensive and fulfilling summer.  My son and I worked things out!  He's back at school now finishing up his last year at MSU Bozeman as a computer science major.  I'm still working on the 2 poetry books I started this summer.  Nothing will ever stop us.  We love each other!

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When understanding between son and father is more important than anything else.

August 28^th, 2017

Miss Winter

Miss Winter

I'm not bumming because she's coming.  Into her arms I come a running.  She has a breeze that sets me at ease.  She has a presence that moves beyond a tease.  She brings me to my knees because she's here to please.

She's pleasant to greet as she defeats the heat, making for a soothing arrival of a fall to recall.  There's no debating and there's no more waiting.  She is here to endear to wrap up the year.   There's no more sweat to make me soaking wet.  She provides for the fresh cool morning dew that tantalizes you.

Already the leaves grow to be crisp as the winds whistle in a wisp through the trees that sway in a hypnotic way.  She makes miraculous the beginning of each day where stark clear is the dye of the sky.  The flight of the geese seems never to cease and the sun presents an orange glow as it rises like bread dough.

Upon my eyes she provides a feast to where I want more.  She is the reason and she is the season that I wish to explore.  I do not despair as I can feel this exhilarating change in the air.  It's exciting to know that she brings on the snow and so I begin to sneak a peek at each mountain peak.  Her artwork will be celebrated when they are decorated!  Elating will be the ice skating.  My spirit will be awake when I visit the frozen lake.  Such a sculpture I aspire to admire.  I never thought that the cold could light my fire.

My spirit is filled with splendor as we enter winter.  Starlit nights are forever bright, making for such a dazzling sight.  With her you can't chase away a holiday.  It's like she stays, the music plays and long live the days of musing her metamorphosis from green to brown to white powder on the ground.  I love having her around.  It's like she's wearing a wedding gown.  She's able to wipe away any frown.  To her I wed without a thought in my head to dread.  The only vow is to see how she walks down the aisle with a smile that stretches for miles.

I'm not bumming because she's coming.  I really do bid the summer a warm adieu and in seeing her my heart is not blue.  I do not think the change to be strange.  She provides for a new point of view, starting with the crisp morning dew and so at her I dare to stare in being happy that she is there and so I happily breathe in the calm cool air only to recall this illustrious fall as we enter the splendor of winter.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When it's in the wind that she's walked right on in.

September 1^st, 2014

WDAV

                                                                                   

                                                   Tuesday, November 19^th, 2013

WDAV

Davidson College

 Box 8990

423 N. Main Street

Davidson, N.C. 28035-8990

Dear WDAV:

I am an alumnus who has just released his second album titled "Poised for Noise".  I hope that you find this CD worthy enough to play on your radio station.

Also enclosed is my first album titled "Fire Heart" along with posters representing each album. 

If you choose to play any of my music know that I will be delighted and only ask that you please let me know.  My email is oloftin@earthlink.net.

Pleasant Regards,

Orrin K. Loftin

Links:

https://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/search.php?search=orrin+loftin

http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/OrrinKLoftin

http://youtu.be/HGymrstT_Ts

http://www.youtube.com/user/oloftin

Thought Process Version 2.0, Process 4

When taking a philosophy class at Davidson College by an interesting professor who always wore the same green suit, I was fascinated by existentialism and Albert Camus.  Okay, but if you have no reason to live then what about dying.  It's not automatic that there is a reason for dying.  Therefore, having no purpose to live does not automatically provide justification for suicide.  Now live with that shit!  And if you're going to commit suicide with absolutely no reason for doing so then I want to see it.  And that is on every fucking thing!

Orrin K. Loftin

Copyright?  When it is said, "Let it be read".

October 29th, 2017

Cloudcroft

Cloudcroft

My thoughts are aloft when I think of Cloudcroft.  It is a place I find adoring that sends my spirits soaring.  It is where there is a crispness in the air that in a breeze is there to please and is where my mind likes to spend its time.  So this is where I wish to go because my heart swells to yell to tell me so!  It is like I was there only moments ago.

Its mountain peaks I wish to seek as I recall each fall as I entered winter only to sing of spring and a summer never to be put asunder.  It is a place of pleasant wonders as I think back to old railroad tracks, tall pine trees that stand guard over a village never to be pillaged and winding trails that I wandered upon with no concern to return.  It will always make for my unique retreat where I used to stay to play every day I could get away.

I strain to think of a plane or a train on which to return to such a beautiful place that greeted me with such a beautiful face.  If you saw her you would be in awe of her.  With but a touch you will come to know as much as through a shroud of clouds she uncovers the glow of a rainbow.  I stand to hold her hand whenever I can in what seems to be a dream that is as real as it feels.  Such is the kiss I reminisce about a girl who smelled like Christmas.

She is where there is a crack in the sky so that you may see the seventh heaven.  She whispers in the wind a melody whose words cannot be heard yet without being near it you can hear it.  She possesses an undying spirit.  Such a heart is infernal to remain eternal and when felt you will melt.  She is why I will not stop until I reach the mountaintop and even if it is snowing I will keep on going in the knowing that she is glowing like a star that can be seen from afar.  She is wherever you are as she is wherever I am so I go to her like a lamb only to bay only to obey only to return to her one day.

My thoughts are aloft when I think of Cloudcroft.  I've come to understand that I never wish to land unless by some chance there is an avalanche to where I am covered by her snow as to where she will never let me go.  Forever she will be my rainbow and the peaks that I seek as I yearn to return.  This is what I know because my heart swells to yell to tell me so!  It was like I was there only moments ago.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When if ever you go there you will strain to remain and yearn to return.

February 27^th, 2014