Sorry, no insight in this very casual entry about the people I love, find interesting, or admire. (There's a catch. No names.)

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and ( Read more... )

SCENE
My younger brother is playing a violent video game and starts attacking his female opponent.

As my friend and I watch my brother play, she comments, "Don't do that. It isn't right. You shouldn't be that low." Then, I quickly reply, "She's no different than the male character. She's also human."

My inner-thoughts: The female character is no ( Read more... )

Now the wind is high, and the rain is heavy,
And the water's rising in the levee.
Still I think of her when the sun goes down.
It never goes away, but it all works out.

I watch the clock at one o'clock but cease to observe when chores come a knockin'.
I write the stories and sing the songs. Then, to the clock, I return.
I watch the clock at three o'clock but stop when I must travel.
I see the sights and beams alight. Then, to the clock, I return.
I watch the clock at five o'clock but halt when I am weary.
I close ( Read more... )

The whispers of winds abandon the prying woodland, and as they go, the divine city matures in impatience. "The interval in transfer is far too slow," in unison they roar. "Expedite!" Their bellows grow louder and louder, and to such great delight, the forest buzz proliferates. They underhandedly fabricate yet compel the murmurs to voyage high and ( Read more... )

me and you and everyone we know

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. Dr. Suess

There are times when we dream to break away from what we are, from what we stand for, and from what we have spent all our lives trying to discover. We run away to the island next door in hopes of opposing what we've always ( Read more... )

Ponder.

Saying goodbye to little Sphagnie is a very painful and emotional experience. Weeps.

Oh, pardon? Could you say that again? Fine. One more entry, only because your begging is so pathetically desperate. (Grins)

Imagine our Earth fifty years its senior. What do you see? Has it improved? Or is it utter chaos? Each of our answers differ. Some of ( Read more... )

Chicago. Apparently, the ring of Chicago is getting to song writers' heads these days. Notice how so many songs (and good, I might add) are about the city? Must be a sign. That's it. I'm moving to Chicago. Okay, so maybe only a couple of Chicago songs are tolerable. I know of two that I really like.

Anyhow, go Elephant Six Collective. Big, big grin ( Read more... )

Mr E's Beautiful Blues
The elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage.
The girl with the curls and the sweet big ribbon in her hair,
She's crawled out the window 'cause her daddy just don't care.
The clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair,
Finger on the trigger I tell you he is quite a scare.