November 2011
10 posts
5 tags
Silence is the first step to a type of wisdom. Hearing is the second. The third, simply stated, is to listen. The rest that commences is the hard part (in my opinion). Find the right words to say; don’t worry how to say them. Find the right person to say them to. Then, dearest reader, the hardest part is to find the right time. Thousands of witty one liners have been left behind, some of...
1 tag
If love is a rhyme then it is horribly repetitive. Each continuing line would consistently stay in time. If love were a sentence it would go out of grammar, as a run-on, for ever and ever, ever, ever, ever ever, ect. If love were a great many things they wouldn’t make sense, and yet beautiful, just the same. If love were a drawing it just might jump off the page and kiss its artist right on...
2 tags
Whoever they see, it isn’t me, and my arrogance blinds me. I’m always a little taller. My head won’t stoop so low. They see no ugly in me, not that they don’t see. Funny, they spend just as much time staring at reflective glass. I notice me; they notice them. We are either worshiped and pretty or ignored and ugly. No one really gets past that. Few really care.
Maybe if...
Having an uninteresting life
Creating nothing
Never to Discover
Seems a lot like not having a soul.
2 tags
Well, I suppose people are a whole lot like the clouds. Trust me on this one son. We all like to think we’re different from our parents. I don’t want to hear your premonition about how what I’m about to say doesn’t relate to your life. Friends are all like clouds. I dare you to stare at them and notice that they’re only passing by. Take one look away and then...
2 tags
Faces funny, quaint, displaced and uneven. Meeting at a mid point I see something
Strange, quaint, listed, characterized, undefined, loved by someone.
Not mine to see, feel, live, know. I’ll walk by and never see anyone
just quite like you, really, ever again.
1 tag
Close enough to yell
Too far to listen
See them shout
They’d say we’d say
something or the other
Ignorance is me [as I deny]
Close enough to shout
Too far to care
If love were a rhyme I’d write you a song
Ask, give, then take
The world is not run by those who make list
But by those who carefully plan and consider
by those who recklessly execute their task at hand
Wanna hear a racist joke?
I didn’t think so.
