Of course, time passes and then it's gone. Let's say that with emphasis, "Time passes and then it's gone!!"
Manifestation is important because you can spend years dreaming and wake up one day, like Rip Van Winkle, and realize your life has been used up on dreams rather than action.
That's the importance of manifestation. Dream, but don't dream without action.
Of course, time passes and then it's gone. Let's say that with emphasis, "Time passes and then it's gone!!"
Manifestation is important because you can spend years dreaming and wake up one day, like Rip Van Winkle, and realize your life has been used up on dreams rather than action.
That's the importance of manifestation. Dream, but don't dream without action.
That's my thought. Time is your life!
true true true.
that time you spent dreaming could be used to organise/get into gear whatever you are dreaming about. the first step to fruition is the hardest... but once you take it theres no going back... as i read once on a billboard.... JUST DO IT! lol
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hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
This here poem of life continues....residence retire , again &again a daily dose of re-tiring, re-juvenating (juventude!) youthful attitude - all in... I, one, good day to start begin or carry on & foward
Poetry is the art of using words charged with their utmost meaning.
from, "Can Poetry Matter: Essays on Poetry and American Culture, " by Dana Gioia
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
An ode to the C.fu R. A. lovingly titled Choke on it Taxman.
How to evade the Royal tax charade its a slippery sheet, federal ice caPaid An annual ritual for the surfs in spring like the flu shot in fall, its gonna sting
NOTICE OF RE-ASSESMENT! we have questions about lines 10, 11 and 16 how dare you think these deductions an entitlement We'll get to the bottom of this, like your severed head of our guillotine.
no where to run, can't hit the road and hide Wife, kids and up to my ears in debt! they know they got me, no choice but to abide I'm shackled to money, a slave like ALL the rest
but the cupboards are bare, be reasonable I plead
Reason will cost surf, penalties, fines and interest all the time. shit, they conjure their due, with a shtick' as old as the hills And the power of God, in thy parliamentary bills.....
Happy tax season fellow peons!
here is an instant thought. join the zeitgeist movement, lets bring an end to this shit!
In joyous part
Tis the season . Hohoho.
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Dancing with Don....Rickles that is...Parliment playing funkadelic groove sunglasses on...hello...big sax old time hons horning...funkenstein...hit me today.... Thank you... me amour e nada mas....
This looks like the place for random thoughts, so here I go.
I am heading to Taormina next month to see the two EV solo shows. My husband and I just separated after 10 years together. So I am traveling alone this time around. It will be the first time I've traveled this far from home, alone, for this length of time. And, well, I'm sick about it. My friends tell me that, of course I should go. That i'm crazy to think of canceling; that it will be a healing experience...as though I'm the fucking Julia Roberts character in Eat, Pray, Love or something.
Each day of this new singular life (It's been a month now) is a maelstrom of negative emotions. I wake most mornings with a slow churning tornado in my chest wondering if I can get through the day without breaking down on the street, at work, or in the middle of spin class (all have occurred). "You'll feel different soon," they tell me. "It will get better, I promise." I don't believe them. I miss my husband terribly, and my heart is broken.
Truthfully, I have had a difficult time listening to Pearl Jam since we parted. Pearl Jam's music held us together when we were trying (unsuccessfully) to have a family together for so many years. Ultimately, that is what killed us in the end. The loss of something that never was, and never could be. An invisible loss that has no place to be mourned in society. The pain between us became too great, and we bailed. Each in our own way. Eddie's Ukulele songs album is particularly painful to listen to right now because I feel like I'm living in those songs, each and every one of them. All that said, I'm getting on that plane in June and I'm going. As I write this, and I think of the stars in the sky that will be falling down on all of us in that open air Greco-Roman theatre in Taormina, I can feel hope.
This looks like the place for random thoughts, so here I go.
I am heading to Taormina next month to see the two EV solo shows. My husband and I just separated after 10 years together. So I am traveling alone this time around. It will be the first time I've traveled this far from home, alone, for this length of time. And, well, I'm sick about it. My friends tell me that, of course I should go. That i'm crazy to think of canceling; that it will be a healing experience...as though I'm the fucking Julia Roberts character in Eat, Pray, Love or something.
Each day of this new singular life (It's been a month now) is a maelstrom of negative emotions. I wake most mornings with a slow churning tornado in my chest wondering if I can get through the day without breaking down on the street, at work, or in the middle of spin class (all have occurred). "You'll feel different soon," they tell me. "It will get better, I promise." I don't believe them. I miss my husband terribly, and my heart is broken.
Truthfully, I have had a difficult time listening to Pearl Jam since we parted. Pearl Jam's music held us together when we were trying (unsuccessfully) to have a family together for so many years. Ultimately, that is what killed us in the end. The loss of something that never was, and never could be. An invisible loss that has no place to be mourned in society. The pain between us became too great, and we bailed. Each in our own way. Eddie's Ukulele songs album is particularly painful to listen to right now because I feel like I'm living in those songs, each and every one of them. All that said, I'm getting on that plane in June and I'm going. As I write this, and I think of the stars in the sky that will be falling down on all of us in that open air Greco-Roman theatre in Taormina, I can feel hope.
Thanks for letting me share. Peace to all.
Really hope you got on that plane! You have to move on as tough as it might be.
Worcester1 13, Worcester2 13, Hartford 13, San Diego 13, Los Angeles1 13, Los Angeles2 13 Trieste 14, Vienna 14, Gdynia 14, Leeds 14, Milton Keynes 14, Denver 14 Central Park 15 Fort Lauderdale 16, Miami 16, Tampa 16, Jacksonville 16, Greenville 16, Hampton 16, Columbia 16, Lexington 16, Philly1 16, Philly2 16, NYC1 16, NYC2 16, Quebec City 16, Ottawa 16, Toronto1 16, Toronto2 16, Fenway1 16, Fenway2 16, Wrigley1 16, Wrigley2 16
Yesterday I had to have root canal surgery. I learned a lot from the experience. I wrote something called "root canal wisdom" but it's too yecky to put up. It just means something to me.
The gist of it is that the pain I've been living with and trying to ignore for months was very quickly removed. What a relief! (And thank god I have healthcare!)
Killin' my love for the hoe in every way Hurts me to my dying day Break...Dawn Hawaiis shores Flowed true to Lavas love lost in the heat... Transformed...transgendered...transcontinental... Mill town blues...Milk town, Dusty blues... Its an audible... Fowl...feedin' the chickens and the hens... Coward morning, plague...
BOGA Thank Godess for my ferocious sisters...kickin' the dog for the worms in my boot...just a prank... Poor Boga....Simply protecting the clan... Rightfully befriending Never offending, corrected in the moment' Do not kick the puppy!!! Nudge nudge a simple elbow will do... No force... Can bring the human... Only Love can bring the dog to the temple of Life...Liberty...Freedom
Those Moby-Dick scholars are wrong. The Whale isn't an Other beyond Olson's concept of manifest, destinal space. It isn't even a slither of Ahab's Id. It's photons bouncing back. It's America's mirror, revealed
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Manifestation is important because you can spend years dreaming and wake up one day, like Rip Van Winkle, and realize your life has been used up on dreams rather than action.
That's the importance of manifestation. Dream, but don't dream without action.
That's my thought. Time is your life!
that time you spent dreaming could be used to organise/get into gear whatever you are dreaming about. the first step to fruition is the hardest... but once you take it theres no going back... as i read once on a billboard.... JUST DO IT!
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
again &again a daily dose of
re-tiring, re-juvenating (juventude!)
youthful attitude - all in...
I, one, good day to start begin or carry on & foward
then it will live it's whole life believing it's stupid-Albert Einstein
from, "Can Poetry Matter: Essays on Poetry and American Culture, " by Dana Gioia
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Thank you... me amour e nada mas....
So close
I didn't know
how close
But you let me know
How well you knew
About everything
How mind blowing
It is
impossible to grasp
to understand
Sometimes I forget
I must admit
Despite all you've done
I am heading to Taormina next month to see the two EV solo shows. My husband and I just separated after 10 years together. So I am traveling alone this time around. It will be the first time I've traveled this far from home, alone, for this length of time. And, well, I'm sick about it. My friends tell me that, of course I should go. That i'm crazy to think of canceling; that it will be a healing experience...as though I'm the fucking Julia Roberts character in Eat, Pray, Love or something.
Each day of this new singular life (It's been a month now) is a maelstrom of negative emotions. I wake most mornings with a slow churning tornado in my chest wondering if I can get through the day without breaking down on the street, at work, or in the middle of spin class (all have occurred). "You'll feel different soon," they tell me. "It will get better, I promise." I don't believe them. I miss my husband terribly, and my heart is broken.
Truthfully, I have had a difficult time listening to Pearl Jam since we parted. Pearl Jam's music held us together when we were trying (unsuccessfully) to have a family together for so many years. Ultimately, that is what killed us in the end. The loss of something that never was, and never could be. An invisible loss that has no place to be mourned in society. The pain between us became too great, and we bailed. Each in our own way. Eddie's Ukulele songs album is particularly painful to listen to right now because I feel like I'm living in those songs, each and every one of them. All that said, I'm getting on that plane in June and I'm going. As I write this, and I think of the stars in the sky that will be falling down on all of us in that open air Greco-Roman theatre in Taormina, I can feel hope.
Thanks for letting me share. Peace to all.
Today, slum day, bacon on, enrobed in body beautiful, bliss blessed with friends, fiends and everything in between.......
Trieste 14, Vienna 14, Gdynia 14, Leeds 14, Milton Keynes 14, Denver 14
Central Park 15
Fort Lauderdale 16, Miami 16, Tampa 16, Jacksonville 16, Greenville 16, Hampton 16, Columbia 16, Lexington 16, Philly1 16, Philly2 16, NYC1 16, NYC2 16, Quebec City 16, Ottawa 16, Toronto1 16, Toronto2 16, Fenway1 16, Fenway2 16, Wrigley1 16, Wrigley2 16
Broke and my feet hurt
What hurts the most is my heart
I can't wait to see you again
Until then...
think i passed me yesterday night
it was hilly grass
trees roamed the sky like they do in reaching
i was right there
a spark lit
a spark that did not
you would not in searching understand
says these things to myself
(not) everything denied breeze of summer
decaying my walk (maybe)
where anticipation camps out
across the morning that opens up in dancing canopies, green & blue each inch scattering about
a forest
rabbit chase rabbit fun
a couple sunbeams enthralled their new day's playground
their first few breaths on dewy lit webs
my old bones taking it in
peanuts flicked
a gray squirrel
peanuts flicked a gray squirrel
you could hear the (mayor of) woodpecker (town)
his morning beak of stone drilling
you would swear a perfect cup of coffee was not ever
fire pit has been going again now about an hour or so
it is on the low
smoking away in niceness filling branched leafs & sun-shots with something ancient
peaceful
troubled
"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
Yesterday I had to have root canal surgery. I learned a lot from the experience. I wrote something called "root canal wisdom" but it's too yecky to put up. It just means something to me.
The gist of it is that the pain I've been living with and trying to ignore for months was very quickly removed. What a relief! (And thank god I have healthcare!)
Good music is still a helpful recovery tool too.
"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
just saying
time to get offline
where
maybe lost not sure
static
out of tune not dead
"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
Hurts me to my dying day
Break...Dawn
Hawaiis shores
Flowed true to Lavas love lost in the heat...
Transformed...transgendered...transcontinental...
Mill town blues...Milk town, Dusty blues...
Its an audible...
Fowl...feedin' the chickens and the hens...
Coward morning, plague...
Thank Godess for my ferocious sisters...kickin' the dog for the worms in my boot...just a prank...
Poor Boga....Simply protecting the clan...
Rightfully befriending
Never offending, corrected in the moment'
Do not kick the puppy!!!
Nudge nudge a simple elbow will do...
No force...
Can bring the human...
Only Love can bring the dog
to the temple of
Life...Liberty...Freedom
One day hope arrived
I couldn’t quite figure out
why
For some reason it was felt
I guess
Based on some realization
Some thoughts of positive substance
Anyway I’m grateful
Thank you hope
Hmm.
Hey Trump
Don't turn and dump
On our plate
You are deranged
Insaned
And needing a clue
Some thanks are in order
For the expose
Of the greedy disorder
That America is today.