Remember, no matter who you run into in life, they have a story. There is a reason they are who they are, and many times you simply cannot understand why.
Reserve your judgments, show tolerance, and offer the forgiveness from one loving person to another, that they may have never received otherwise.
Clear and crisp, these winter skies
When autumn binds the summer’s ties
To frosty morning grounds
And silence that surrounds
Hearing nothing but a heart that pounds
And I sigh
I think, and I sigh
For here upon the midnight nigh
The winter moon with arms stretched high
Looks down upon the hills and trees
Leafless skeletons, forgive the breeze
Neither with an ask nor please
And I sigh
I ponder this, and I sigh
Taking back the sun and sky
Against the winters might, I try
But coldly under this smiling moon
I sit alone in an empty room
I sit in a house of empty rooms
And I sigh
I sit, and I sigh
Beneath Cassiopeia seated in the sky
Trying to catch the hunter’s eye
To gain his heart, to gain his mind
To gain a love so hard to find
To have their lives so intertwined
And I sigh
I think, and I sigh
Staring above to the winter sky
On frozen grounds where love can die
Taking from me flesh and bone
Life only borrowed, not to own
Belonging always to our home
And I sigh
I exhale one last sigh
Sometimes that’s what this life feels like.
I have been given a hippopotamus, and my job is to throw it over a wall.
And I have to do it. But I have to figure out how first. I’ve already spent too much of my life having this damn hippo falling on me again and again…
The wall isn’t getting shorter and the hippo isn’t getting any lighter.
But as I get older, I’ve learned a little about this hippo, and this wall. And I’m trying some newer, less subtle approaches.
I think I’ll just knock down the wall.
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December 2007
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Written November 21, 2009. An adventure of alliteration.
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Silence sounding a siren
Warning of this winter wind
Cold condolences carried through
Azure auroras above my dreams
Flights of fantasy flavor
A life lived less lavishly
Simplicity and safe slipping
Sultry seductions only seen in
Daydream delights
Still in silence stirring every sound
My heavy heart heeds to honor
The feeling forlorn following fleeting
Passion paled purposely
Trying to tame this tempest
Lashing laborious licks
Threatening this torn tenor
Saving some semblance of structure
While a winter witch
Whispers this wicked warning
As a tarot tells
Such solemn spells
Like wind song warnings
Heard time and time again
Disguised under daydream distractions
For better or for worse
Reactions recreate the reasons
While hope hurries tomorrows
And one more warning withers
Daring daydream delights
Broken
So often the word used to illustrate
The feeling of pain in a human state,
A weary mind, a spirit that yearns
A body crumbling as another year turns.
Age, makes no difference in the mind of a traveler,
Relative facts only help the moldy thoughts gather.
Age, relative of these as any other
Young or old
Timid or bold,
The pain you own is enough to smother
Thoughts of life lived to experience joy
Instead of the daily toils that we employ.
But I sit in a hovel pondering the weary
Contemplating on a life incomplete, and dreary.
Dreams escape and dreams eschew,
And dreams are only dreams when they never come true.
Broken thoughts of days gone past
Living in moments unable to last
Working toward better times not soon to come
Trying to hold each happy minute too quickly gone
Guided hands that create a euphoric high
And lifeless bodies spent side by side
Broken, cracking, blistered skin
Showing bones, bleeding sins, and worn too thin
Surrounding the shattered thoughts of a tired mind
Broken resonates as a ricochet report
Seeking a counsel for loving and kind
In a world determined to crumble all support
Ceasing and halting all trying to find
The safety from their storms in a familiar port
Keep your light shining bright
For the broken minds who seek through the night
To find another broken soul
Who understands this human toll
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If you want to come out of your shell and let your freak flag fly, the Cuttlefish has your back!
More than you ever wanted to know....
...aliens are tracking us. Not all of us, but a significant number of us. Abductions happen, and just as we tag animals in the wild to study their lives, aliens are tagging us too.
See these people with all the piercings in their ears, face, lips, and/or nose? Some of those are actually alien transmitters with which they study the person's movements. They have the technology to create false memories and make the person believe THEY chose to get their ear pierced again... they enjoy having all of these piercings... they experienced going to the "Piercing Pagoda" at the mall or "Old Stinky's Tattoo, Piercing and Botulism Emporium" and got this done.
Meanwhile, the aliens are watching... always watching...