October 2010
9 posts
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"Sticks and stones may break my bones..."
“That which hurts, instructs.” -Benjamin Franklin
So, true it is, substantially supporting the basis of motive. Pain compels violence or reclusive behavior. Pain makes war, where pain causes greater pain - such as grieving over the lost. Why must we build walls after pain? Why can’t we openly trust? A defensive mechanism of recluse. Why doesn’t anyone talk...
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Leap Forth (Don't worry)
…(excerpt)- The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a...
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Idealism for You and Me
If the breeze blew autumn air, I would be a paper flier dancing between the driving structures that amounts to tires. On cold asphalt, I tango to avoid the anchoring sting of a wet puddle. Under those tires, behind those tires, in front of those tires: a lifetime.
I am tearing, I am swaying, stepped-on, and saturated.
A persecution for believing the wrong faith. A mass killing for being...
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Let's Go Yanks!
“Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next.”
-George Steinbrenner
With determination and perseverance, we can achieve anything.
A Letter.
Dear You:
My voice is finally feeling fine. So give me space to sing my aria, containing all my inner pains and pleasantries. Find me in blackness, and no windows. Four beveled walls of steel, studded with rivets every sheet of four feet. Please, make the ceiling white. Open the door only when my song is done. Devise an ever changing temperature suitable for thorough mind confusion, extreme...
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"So I can hit that note you wept, when I play that...
And it seems that time has brought things to an end. Nothing’s changed, because you can’t stop the falling of the rain, Can’t stop the falling of the rain. -Billy Joel
I am certain that every day rain falls upon one of us. Sometimes it soaks us through to our bones, sometimes our eyes leak with...
Maybe I’m not yet convinced that the multitudes bear passion… … but a tree’s fruit ripens with aging. and a lonely red apple becomes adjoined by the darker reds, light reds, yellows, greens, and plums all grown from similar seed…
-Maybe I’ve forgotten patience.
To a hero of mine:
I meant to post this yesterday, happy birthday John Winston Ono Lennon. You’ve truly helped shape our world today.
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Appreciation for the Artist or Faithful
Perhaps uniquely, I have always had an admiration for those involved with cultivation. A farming life, one requiring a humble demeanor and an enormous amount of patience. Year after year, planting seeds, always reinforcing them with nourishment, gathering the rewards of their hard work, while enduring pain to sometimes see the reward rotted. And I believe this symbol stands for...
