Monday, October 8th 2007, 6:21 PM 192 0
WRITE SOMETHING / ANYTHING, AND TRY TO GET ALONG "no soup for you!", "Dave's not here...", "all we are saying is give peace a chance", we're going to be bigger than the Beatles", "don't look at my finger, look at the moon, or else you miss all that heavenly glory", "I'll catch that bird for you, but I value my neck more than 3000 bucks, chief", "you don't need a stinkin brush", "I do", "40,000 men and women everyday", "Elizabeth, I'm coming for you", "what you talking about Willis", "and then there's Maude", "those were the days", "Dan O, book em, murder one", "good morning!"...
When we were younger and not the trend of distraction -when we were able to find time for being alive and not found to be this fraction of attention, when the world slowed down too much because of lack of participation, little money and too much wanting to do minimal degree of extraction, those earlier formed memories won't give way to group participation, when the price of entrance is all absorbed conformity from competition.
Maybe I was too slow, too thin and too caught up with personal feelings. Sure I wasn't alone in solitude. I held my own time and found a semblence of closure for the mere ending of each passing day light star-signal, just in tune, in hope, and in love.
If the world never begins to send for me again, I will remember the gardenlike fragrance and the comfortable sense of proportion that I did enjoy in this passing life.
Vocal after so long a time of silence, seeing the lesons eventually from hearing the words formed only by myself, when no one else thought enough to say them out of line of thought regarding kindness and simple gestures of fellowship and civility, those many hours and years and distant days when I was standing there right beside and in front of you, in plain view for all to belong in, this waking dream, this installment of cognitive coincidence, this crimeless calling venture motionless screen nameless free theme.
Happy helpful hopeful harmed has to have hearing heart hinting hunger hirsute hello hurry hey hi hejira...
I am a single parent who is coping and still actively pursues artistic ambitions, musical and physical with limitations, drumming and writing moreso than guitar recording at this current point in time.
WOK N ROLL.
I like to think I can be more than the resume says I can.
I HAVE TO INCLUDE THIS TODAY- I AM HERE STILL WAKING THROUGH THIS LIVING DREAM. I AM AWARE OF SO MANY FAULTS AND FACT FINDING MEMORIES. I AM STILL AFRAID TO SEE THE MOMENT PAST MIGHT BE HAPPENING. IF YOU CAN REALLY UNDERSTAND ME, MAYBE, IS MASTER PLANNED.
I HOPE TO FIND TIME ON MY SIDE WHEN THE END OF THIS RIDE CLOSES BEHIND THROWING AWAY THE KEY.
WORK HAS ROAMED AWAY FROM MANY A MIGHTY. IS THE SENSE JUST LAST ONE LEFT TO PLAY THE GAME AGAIN, LIKE WHEN IT WAS LAST TAKEN AWAY FROM SO MANY A DAY BEFORE THE STORM?
I SEE LAUGHING PEOPLE WALKING PAST MY BEDROOM DOOR.
I SEE THEM STANDING AND SAYING SO MUCH TO EACH OTHER WITHOUT LETTING ME HEAR WHAT THE WORDS WERE FOR.
I WOULD BE LEAVING IF THIS DREAM WEREN'T SO INVOLVING ALL OF MY STRENGTH AND SOUL.
MY CHILD AND MY MARRIAGE AND MY FINANCES AND MY OCCUPATION AND MY HEART IS STILL SO CAUGHT UP IN EVERY MINUTE FROM THE VIEW OF THIS PURPOSE.
I WOULD WALK RIGHT OUT AND ON TO MORE FRUITFUL TRUTH IF ONLY THIS WERE NOT SO, THIS RELIVING THE SAME DAMNED SCENE YEAR UPON YEAR AS MY LIFE IS RESIGNING.
I THANK GOD FOR ALL THAT I AM ABLE TO RECEIVE IN THE COURSE OF EACH AND EVERY PASSING DAY.
I AM GRATEFUL FOR WHAT I ENJOY AND CAN APPRECIATE THE SMALLEST DETAILS OF A SIMPLE EXPERIENCE.
I LOVE MY SON. MY SON AND I KNOW EACH OTHER AND HE LOVES ME.
THANK ALL OF THE MANY PEOPLE WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE STABILITY OF THIS PERIOD OF HISTORY.
I DON'T WANT TO SELL ANYTHING FOR YOU TO HEAR MY PERSONAL EXPRESSION OF SENTIMENT AND DISCOURSE.
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Well... Some folks like to show off as being worthy of attention. Some try hard to impress... Some are homeless...
Me, I am somewhere else...
If for ever where a thought to take note upon, then importance would be found looked down on, the Marketsquare living merchant dance ---
Philosophies spoken, dreamers woken, mirrors broken...
Insist more words warrant war...
To combat conflicting sensibilities...
If the motives are against kindness and random acts of Peace.
So inversion forgives formal protocol of current trends mindless newspeak...
Has history ever been revised by anyone anywhere the wiser who have been defeated?
The conquering throes support moreso less of a chance but do resist passing hands reaching out for bread.
I am unsure to be sure-
I wish all a well deserved rest and better place in the constant dream, this portion of reality.
No is not maybe, say something nice to someone today*
I am grateful for stability in chaos and support the many forums of reason that provide civility and liberty.
I also want to write that I support in a constant reminder type of fashion, in my personal life, just effort at preservation of the peace, and I support the military personnel who are involved in active duty while the general population carry out daily acts of civilization that require them to sacrifice their lives.
I do wish the people in this generation would find a method to cope with each other that would insist upon less bloodshed, violence in poverty and time for preferred social activities between families, friends and neighbors, both in localities and distant regions throughout the globe, now that the internet is available as means of mass communication as well as unprecedented wealth of information and technology affording developed countries prosperity and global development, like growth and food distribution.
Hope to hear from some people soon,
the end is near, yeah...
(it's just an inconvenient fact)