Too bad service dogs can’t help people with their blindness to the past….
Category: Blog
Thoughts
Like most artists, I look forward to the day I die
And someone discovers what I have done
All the works that I have created arise
And suddenly I'm worth something, to someone
Self Realization
I believe I recognized at the gym last night, working out for me is metaphorically like trying to pound a pork loin into becoming a filet mignon.
I think the best I'll ever get is thick cut bacon...
Sometimes I just want to be someone else... *sigh*
A Paradox of Paradoxes
Paradoxes naturally exist any time we deal in absolutes.
Life is rarely, ever an absolute. The improbabilities that exist in infinite probabilities are also infinite.
Never, and always, should almost never be spoken.
Similarities?
Rika and I sigh similarly, so I was told.
Makes sense. We're both grumbly creatures, whom are mostly unwanted by others, and are now stuck with each other...
Try For Me, Try For The Future
Only through the explicit sharing of our thoughts, feelings and fears can we begin to understand each other. Only through opening our minds and embracing our essence can we live a life of tolerance. Only through this tolerance and our want for a better world can we truly give our love to each other. But everything must start with communication and open minds.
Originally written March 15, 2010
A Touch of Cold
A touch of cold
Stroke of sting eased
By the Sun so bold
Heavenly light guiding our days
Streaming fingers of gold
A touch of cold
Over life so frail
Earth’s age untold
Born from the ocean brine
Accepted on landward fold
A touch of cold
Hearts and hands
Ours to hold
Originally written May 3, 2013
Just Leaving This Here
Bad photography and red eyes makes baby Jesus cry.
Little Adventures
Sometimes you just have to see things as they unfold...
I Shouldn’t Get Emotional, but…
It's so difficult to write from the perspective of someone else's heart.
Especially when my heart is so tied into it.