Tall Tales By The Fireside
Let’s face it, we all tell our tales and as we sit by the fireside all comfy and secure, all sorts of dangerous liaisons prop up. Igniting fires of interest we throw buckets of gasoline in order to perpetuate our existence living out our hopes and dreams upon the backs of those around us and even volunteering those whom we can. Our efforts ultimately fail of course but as the saying goes there is no harm in trying. I’m thinking of a picturesque bridge right now in Brooklyn.
Stepping Stones To A Dead End
Infinity is endless. Less an end to come to, what then will become of those poor ‘lost’ souls who wander and wonder upon the sands of time herein referred to as ‘Earth’. But never mind that, right? I love the endless symphony of orchestration, the wily ways of Man. Reminds me of some past Memorial Day pic-a-nic that never happened.
The Root of All Evil
A Basket of Goodies
Amongst the stars of our future past we all tend to live like it’s the last supper, mourning in a happiness without conviction but need it be said aloud that the show must go on? Laid out before spectators and shakers alike a good show provides a quality of entertainment fit for consumption. Learned response mechanisms are indeed helpful which always brings us to the point of using what’s at hand. Carrying forward we learn to live, not just the how but more importantly the when in order to place all of our goodies in the basket.
Hearing Is Not Seeing
In the twilight zone of life and living there are many strange occurrences which occupy both our time and attention. In the playground of the mind there is a tendency to lose one’s self amongst the mirror and mirrors of our divine nature. Patiently waiting at the bus stop we await our turn in the time stream listening with intent in the hopes that perhaps this time the sound of our hopes and dreams will become an indelible part of our being and so with closed eyes and a fervent desire nothing happens. In the quiet times of our searching for the unsearchable never let it be said that useless activity assures inaction because letting truth stand in the way of conviction is like saying that chocolate ice cream is the bee’s knees.
From Obligation To Awesomeness
So much of my life has been lived in obligation and now that I have crossed over I think that freedom from one’s own obligations are like the proverbial lead weight while swimming even with the tide. Dropping the hammer of ill-repute always brings a fresh, clean sea breeze as the air takes on a magical quality begetting futures not yet imagined. Now that we are all on the same page I have indeed completed, to my own satisfaction, that which has been promised. Leaving no soldier behind, loved ones included, doesn’t mean that one is required, for all eternity, to submit one’s self to the hopes and dreams of another’s unfulfilled fantasy steeped in perpetual inaction.
And Your Bird Can Sing
This comes from that famous social engineering project called youtube. It’s not the station that counts, it’s the message. Through time and space it always reaches it’s mark.
A Shallow Breath Away
The times of times are upon us and yet, and yet there is a nagging feeling in the back of this mind that not all is well in the land of Denmark, dreams and especially in the mirror of life, living and the beyond. Here I sit neither in judgment nor contemplation and yet, and yet there is this nagging feeling way back in time where things are not ‘just so’. Does this mean that a bit of ‘readjustment’ is needed? Perhaps a bit of tugging and perspective?No my friend, there is no such time for such delinquent ramblings born from the mind of man. Indeed, there is nothing worth anything at all. Did you believe all that? I hope not because the ending is nothing like the beginning - at all. If you follow the yellow brick road does it always lead one to the promised land? Of course in studies and inbred imaginings it does but that is neither here nor there.