Wednesday, December 6, 2017

All Of Me, and Sum of You

Inappropriate or not, I would have to say sure why not!
I bet that caught you by surprise.
So, I'll leave all the planning up to you.  If I have a voice (which rhymes with choice), I would vote for something small, quiet and under the radar.  Basically, I'd vote independent. City Hall fits the bill.  So, let me know when and I'll see what I can do.
Yes?  Sounds reasonable?
I'm not too fancy, I don't even believe in bells or whistles.  Usually, when I match it's mostly by chance.  So, don't expect a tux.  You can bring any and all cats, because I like cats.
Some even argue that I'm a big cat.
What a pain in the ass I am.
Almost Suessesque.
My finesse has a touch all of its own.
Just like a mind.
With many built in corridors.
Feels like a maze, only you can't always tell that you're going in circles.
Round and round.
But if you like to chase your own tail, you'll fit exactly within the round square.
I'm not misunderstood, as much as, disregard like loose change.
Random fact, the Trevi fountain in Roma collects thousands of dollars in loose change a day.
The whole beggars can't be choosers thing, way over blown...if you know where to bag and choose.
Cha Ching
Bada Boom, Bada Bing, Bada Bang...Bada swim
Waters are only deep if you fear them.
Skies are only high if you can't see them.
Those that are blind really can't tell, nor do they fear.
Fear is the tool that helps reason through survival.  Fear can also hamper growth.
Ironic.
Said the guy who placed his hand in fountain full of change.
Wisdom isn't achieved...as much as....earned.
It took the Romans four decades to realize a homeless man was clearing out the fountain every night.
Everybody likes tax free change.
Moral of the story, you just never know until you try.
Tax free or not.


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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Repeat Offenders

"Maybe the Wolf is in LOVE with the Moon...
and each month it cries for 
a love 
it can not touch"


Nothing is truer than the words of Alpha Warrior!
Buenos Dias 
How was your thanksgiving?  I had an off the boat Irish neighbor friend and he quite couldn't fit in those H's in words...so he would say tings like tanksgiving.  Always humored me.  I have a fond appreciation for those daily quirks we encounter from all the unique (and everyone is unique in their own subtle way) individuals whom grace our paths.
Bless you all you quirky folks...and may you never leave your quirks behind!
My daily mediation methods allow me the wannabe zendom not to overreact.  And that's factoring in all the obnoxious New York road rage.
If people just learn how to accept and appreciate each other...this wet rock we call home will be such a more pleasant world.  Absent of greed and hatred would help a long, long way.
If only enlightenment came in a pill.
But unfortunately, a vanity pill would sell out tenfold over enlightenment.
We are bereaved of morals, ethics and logic...and no one seems to notice or care.
Why?
Because we are primal in our simplest form.
Again, I ask why?
Because survival is our paramount instinct.
Who cares if the world burns up tomorrow, as long as I get my tan today.
Because, tan people get more goodies I guess.
No, it shouldn't have to be that way...
If enlightenment can be approached.
I guess we are on a collision course with this rock's past history.  A history of damnation and annihilation.  A history that has repeated five times before.  Unfortunately, our memories don't run that far back...
So Destiny has us repeat our fate.
Where is this world headed to, and the who
What
and
When
Is yet to be determined.
Or is it?