Then, of course, there's the story that has no story. I read a novel this summer that I didn't like very much because the only point it seemed to have is that sometimes relationships between characters don't work out.
That's all. Sometimes they just don't. I guess it's a common experience for humans.
As the crisp sun slowly rises, The flowers soak the morning dew The Swallows are laughing once again, And the Mocking Birds are calling out, To all those,They've passed along the way. Soft are the breezes,Whispering through the leaves. Kissing my face, Warming my heart. What a glorious day.
When life happened,I let my membership lapse. My newest number starts with 489.... I was just going through a garbage bag of old paperwork and stuff,From way back.And I stumbled over old ticket stubs from Pearl Jam and 10 club flyers.Rolling Stones ticket stubs for Oct 29th 1994 my birthday,which Pearl Jam was supposed to be there.And I would of seen them for the first time.But to my surprise,I found my old membership card.And my number was, 182760. To think of so many new fans in between. Love,Love!
Woke up this morning at 3 am,To Parachutes on my mind. Woke again later,To Come Back in my head. While I was preparing coffee, I started humming Time in a Bottle. All three songs mean a lot to me. Weird how they all came to me within hours of one another.
A sadness the length of a sigh. The explanation the length of a smile.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
wagoneers all know no bounds leap off too all in or out to paths where honey bees drink nectar of the odds and sods well sown six feet under pipes laid rip tides test the seams right made ready to the task gilding the lily in the prettiest pink you ever did see I say I saw a pearl jam pulled out of my hat, drum style any way you want the likings the better of the two made three fours the score fore.... family
As the crisp sun slowly rises, The flowers soak the morning dew The Swallows are laughing once again, And the Mocking Birds are calling out, To all those,They've passed along the way. Soft are the breezes,Whispering through the leaves. Kissing my face, Warming my heart. What a glorious day.
The Swallows are laughing once again, And the Mocking Birds are calling out,
having torn again bestest of times urinal stains difficult lots of bad nasty
sharp in there feels this sleeping nearly unacceptable a darkened out bed aches (this way) hear a moaning crowd now thousands go at once but a few songbirds stay behind early
traffic clogged up a similar drain stopped even as grand as they are tall wooden ships lean fast with nothing to drink no fruit trees blown around winds all but faded down to where things are smothered over
you would a candle lit goes like this it is knowing how with a bull elephant's dance the unknown ritual felt across wide open spaces to be still without being asked no hummingbirds not whales yes but we can
you will remember some forgetful caterpillar tonight no skymoon above this one just discarded awareness for the time being nothing truly lost everything calm
but to be a mountain spirit calling out all your returning cries thousands of warriors side by side where touching seashores blister pebbles, shells & sand as if molten moments had been birthed
but off in the distance genius piano keys hit hard across our eyes like flying butterflies lit up with dropping bombs a hillside over looking it all blasted in solo symphony sunlight intoxicated a confused sky held tight together until what was heard yielding around us a spectacular climax in storm fashion
it snowed forever cold was having daisies & peaches the breakfast tablecloth elegant white lace finally found & you could hear perfection this way as witness even a crying swan sings
Shut up tightly as with a seal; One is so near another That no air can come between them; They are joined to one another They stick together and cannot be parted.
I wish I wouldn't have gotten on the boat that day Might have seen you before you left The buzzing and the bites, otherwise it was beautiful Haven't talked about this Seems like so many lifetimes ago In the basement we were all talking and laughing She said she'd never been out of the county But I knew she'd be traveling You came down the stairs and took a seat And took my breath away The realization I couldn't help looking at you He knew and turned towards me I turned away but I didn't want to....
Wish I wasn't so vain I would wear my glasses and be able to see I hope everyone can see that Liberace is a liar She and the beanpole help the demons that sit behind me If the beanpole knew what they say but not my concern I'll go on my merry way looking for the bluejay who collected the donations that day I once again ruined my life because I should have runaway with him Remember be close
ever throw a steak onto the steel just over a campfire fairly early one morning? eat it with your hands there aint a fork or knife near you toss the scraps over your shoulder or give the dog a bone aint no thing it's 8:13
go out hunting morels grays & browns dead leaves covering forests teeth-roots sometimes hickory trees other times large old oaks whistle they'll whisper windsongs all to themselves
across the way yellow runs purple dives jumps for attention sun has its laughter little ones color
A lawyer, a plumber, an architect A ranger, a writer, a fisherman A carpenter's boss or a musician playing in little bars It wouldn't have mattered We would've collided Facebook or my space or somewhere else We are meant to be You think that all I want is a diamond and a ring of gold But all I want is you
This isn't that good and some of it's stolen but it's how I feel
ever throw a steak onto the steel just over a campfire fairly early one morning? eat it with your hands there aint a fork or knife near you toss the scraps over your shoulder or give the dog a bone aint no thing it's 8:13
go out hunting morels grays & browns dead leaves covering forests teeth-roots sometimes hickory trees other times large old oaks whistle they'll whisper windsongs all to themselves
across the way yellow runs purple dives jumps for attention sun has its laughter little ones color
i always feel ive remembered you another place... i picture you with a tomahawk and a good old friend acquainted us many er travels and many meals you are dear to us..
emotions are like glass you can make it shiny and sparkle to radiate beautiful light or you can break it to only get cut by the sharp pieces you reap what you sow
asked i did this endless circular cool winds took it amazed & playful clouds rolled on in some were bunnies on hills of alfalfa others drew pictures of floating castles crisp air creates & dismantles floating dreams
?where does all this grow pink flames against yellow racing down horizons you'll see a queen back there her garden like liquid beside another set of parading horses soon happenings bright twinkle prances
enormous birdbaths take in flutters higher than mountaintops having a song of cotton candy entrances full gardens some asleep others are tears on iris purples there you'll see her dance around this fire-pit having embers lifting as tiny helicopters & angels
sometimes fireflies (sometimes not) when counting cannot go on without chaos blink & amazed in yellow against darkness something like race horses let out birdcages no more swinging small their answers their questions ?all matching perfectly like classical pianists launched off the edge
Comments
Best wishes to all!
Will I lose all my teeth before i die?
If i stop eating sugar will it make a difference?
If i eat more calcium will it make a difference?
If i love more will it make a difference?
Can i love more?
Will i love more?
I am not sure...
I Can!?
Can you?
Did you ever hear the story of Jesus and Murphy?
Well...if you havent heard it yet, I cant tell it to you
That's all. Sometimes they just don't. I guess it's a common experience for humans.
The flowers soak the morning dew
The Swallows are laughing once again,
And the Mocking Birds are calling out,
To all those,They've passed along the way.
Soft are the breezes,Whispering through the leaves.
Kissing my face, Warming my heart.
What a glorious day.
The explanation the length of a smile.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
leap off too
all in or out
to paths where honey bees drink
nectar of the odds and sods
well sown six feet under
pipes laid rip tides test the seams right
made ready to the task
gilding the lily in the prettiest pink you ever did see I say I saw a pearl
jam pulled out of my hat, drum style
any way you want the likings the better
of the two made three
fours the score fore....
family
that's pretty neat stuff you got there
"gilding the lily in the prettiest pink you ever did see I say I saw a pearl
jam pulled out of my hat, drum style"
really good
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
And the Mocking Birds are calling out,
nice
I love those guys
cometalktometalktometalk
having torn again
bestest of times
urinal stains difficult
lots of bad
nasty
sharp in there feels
this
sleeping nearly unacceptable
a darkened out bed aches (this way)
hear a moaning crowd now
thousands go at once
but a few songbirds stay behind
early
traffic clogged up
a similar drain stopped
even as grand as they are tall wooden ships lean fast with nothing to drink
no fruit trees blown around winds
all but faded down to where things are smothered over
you would
a candle lit goes like this
it is knowing how
with a bull elephant's dance
the unknown ritual felt across wide open spaces
to be still without being asked
no hummingbirds
not whales
yes but we can
you will remember some
forgetful caterpillar tonight
no skymoon above this one
just discarded awareness for the time being
nothing truly lost
everything calm
but to be a mountain spirit
calling out all your returning cries
thousands of warriors side by side
where touching seashores blister pebbles, shells & sand as if molten moments had been birthed
but off in the distance
genius piano keys hit hard across our eyes
like flying butterflies lit up with dropping bombs
a hillside over looking it all blasted in solo symphony
sunlight intoxicated
a confused sky held tight together
until what was heard yielding around us
a spectacular climax in storm fashion
it snowed forever
cold was having daisies & peaches
the breakfast tablecloth elegant white lace finally found
& you could hear perfection this way as witness
even a crying swan sings
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
One is so near another
That no air can come between them;
They are joined to one another
They stick together and cannot be parted.
Might have seen you before you left
The buzzing and the bites, otherwise it was beautiful
Haven't talked about this
Seems like so many lifetimes ago
In the basement we were all talking and laughing
She said she'd never been out of the county
But I knew she'd be traveling
You came down the stairs and took a seat
And took my breath away
The realization
I couldn't help looking at you
He knew and turned towards me
I turned away but I didn't want to....
I hope you know what I'm talkng about Mister
I would wear my glasses and be able to see
I hope everyone can see that Liberace is a liar
She and the beanpole help the demons that sit behind me
If the beanpole knew what they say but not my concern
I'll go on my merry way looking for the bluejay
who collected the donations that day
I once again ruined my life
because I should have runaway with him
Remember be close
ever throw a steak onto the steel just over a campfire fairly early one morning?
eat it with your hands
there aint a fork or knife near you
toss the scraps over your shoulder or give the dog a bone
aint no thing
it's 8:13
go out hunting morels
grays & browns
dead leaves covering forests teeth-roots
sometimes hickory trees
other times large old oaks whistle
they'll whisper windsongs all to themselves
across the way yellow runs
purple dives
jumps for attention
sun has its laughter little ones color
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
5235 with the deeper voice
This is different
The place with the dogs and ducks
And the donations collected east
A ranger, a writer, a fisherman
A carpenter's boss or a musician playing in little bars
It wouldn't have mattered
We would've collided
Facebook or my space or somewhere else
We are meant to be
You think that all I want is a diamond and a ring of gold
But all I want is you
This isn't that good and some of it's stolen but it's how I feel
i picture you with a tomahawk and a good old friend
acquainted us many er travels and many meals
you are dear to us..
you can make it shiny and sparkle
to radiate beautiful light or
you can break it to only get cut
by the sharp pieces
you reap what you sow
i did this
endless circular cool winds took it
amazed & playful clouds rolled on in
some were bunnies on hills of alfalfa
others drew pictures of floating castles
crisp air creates & dismantles floating dreams
?where does all this grow
pink flames against yellow racing down horizons
you'll see a queen back there
her garden like liquid
beside another set of parading horses
soon happenings bright twinkle prances
enormous birdbaths take in flutters higher than mountaintops
having a song of cotton candy entrances
full gardens some asleep
others are tears on iris purples
there you'll see her dance around
this fire-pit having embers lifting as tiny helicopters & angels
sometimes fireflies (sometimes not)
when counting cannot go on without chaos
blink & amazed in yellow against darkness
something like race horses let out birdcages
no more swinging small
their answers
their questions
?all matching perfectly
like classical pianists launched off the edge
it's not simple
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce