Instant Thoughts (add yours too if you like)

justam

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!

catefrances

justam said:

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

vogonpoetbythelake

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

rollings

I'll write my name in your dreams, I love you so much

Godfather.

everybody is a genius but if judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree
then it will live it's whole life believing it's stupid-Albert Einstein

Ms. Haiku

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

TalonTedd

TalonTedd said:

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.

vogonpoetbythelake

Like a clean shirt on a dirty boy...

vogonpoetbythelake

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....

Annafalk

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

Melgmor

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. 

Annafalk

Whispering hands where are you?

vogonpoetbythelake

Life is gooder again....
Today, slum day, bacon on, enrobed in body beautiful,  bliss blessed with friends, fiends and everything in between.......

SmallestOceans

Melgmor said:

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.

LongestRoad

I love you

LongestRoad

Sick and tired
Broke and my feet hurt
What hurts the most is my heart
I can't wait to see you again
Until then...

chadwick

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

 

 

      

  

 

 
 

justam

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. 

chadwick

ouch. never had a root canal but have had other dental work done. it's not a picnic but what a relief afterwards  

justam

chadwick said:

ouch. never had a root canal but have had other dental work done. it's not a picnic but what a relief afterwards  

Yes! I feel so much better than before it was done.