Saturday, September 19, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Ever Feel Dissappointment in Life?
Inspired by a Thomas Mann story 'Disillusionment'.
"Is That ALL There Is?"
I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to a fire?"
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to a circus.
"The Greatest Show On Earth."
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And as I sat there watching, I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to a circus?"
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
And then I fell in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river
Or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day, he went away and I thought I'd die.
But I didn't.
And when I didn't I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to love?"
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep-
I know what you must be saying to yourselves.
"If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?"
Oh, no, not me.
I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment.
'Cause I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
That when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath
I'll be saying to myself-
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
Sung by Peggy Lee
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3sWTnsemkIs
"Is That ALL There Is?"
I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to a fire?"
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to a circus.
"The Greatest Show On Earth."
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And as I sat there watching, I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to a circus?"
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
And then I fell in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river
Or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day, he went away and I thought I'd die.
But I didn't.
And when I didn't I said to myself,
"Is that all there is to love?"
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep-
I know what you must be saying to yourselves.
"If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?"
Oh, no, not me.
I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment.
'Cause I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
That when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath
I'll be saying to myself-
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends
Then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
Sung by Peggy Lee
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3sWTnsemkIs
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
i think to myself and wonder how
Things can always get worse...for example...everyone in my life can somehow miraculously transform into Miley Cyrus.
Yikes.
For every smart thought I have, I go through at least a dozen dumb ones beforehand.
Even that doesn't guarantee me much, but what does guarantee me something of substance is the underestimated amount of untapped worldly stupidity...
Hey, if we were perfect...we wouldn't be stuck in such chaos...
And life would be the boring bee that honey is so sweet with.
Buzzzzzzz
I guess that, oh no...I predict (Yes, I Predict), that this nonsense will never ever
As in always and forever
End on a positive note...
You Doubt Me?
Just watch the US Presudential debate tomorrow!
This is the captain signing off, while I still can...
over
and
Out!
Boom.
Cook that in your lasagna and eat it.
Yikes.
For every smart thought I have, I go through at least a dozen dumb ones beforehand.
Even that doesn't guarantee me much, but what does guarantee me something of substance is the underestimated amount of untapped worldly stupidity...
Hey, if we were perfect...we wouldn't be stuck in such chaos...
And life would be the boring bee that honey is so sweet with.
Buzzzzzzz
I guess that, oh no...I predict (Yes, I Predict), that this nonsense will never ever
As in always and forever
End on a positive note...
You Doubt Me?
Just watch the US Presudential debate tomorrow!
This is the captain signing off, while I still can...
over
and
Out!
Boom.
Cook that in your lasagna and eat it.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Saturday, September 12, 2015
99 Empty Bottles and You're Still Crazy
I choose to make decisions that inspire me to act on.
A true person's character is often revealed with how they choose to treat 'someone' when that 'somebody' has nothing to offer to them in return.
I find fault in prejudice, ignorance, greed, arrogance and selfishness.
Which is Often driven by fear and hatred.
Fed with Materialistic Simplicities.
Void of any guilt, Shame or compassion.
Consumed by an amorphic identity and this all encompassing insatiable hunger that blinds a hording spirit...
f e e l
with t o u c h
and blend into a world that spins us around the universe...
sing loud enough for me to hear your angelic voice
w a t c h
The Beads of sweat roll slowly down my soul
Taste my salty words that connect continents the way light binds planets
t h r o u g h
A cosmic family of glitter, darkness and energy.
Asking why is almost admitting a mistake.
The only mistake made is not informing everyone of their depth and presence.
The 'need' To give meaning to this gift...is about as Important as ketchup is to mayonnaise.
Yuck, I don't like mayonnaise...actually I don't like anything soft, Slimey and gooey.
As a matter of fact, I don't like anything without substance and significance...
But, I take time out of my busy day to stop and smell your roses....even if I don't understand how or why...I just know that I can appreciate the red or white fluorescent and aromatic embodiment of this universe's energy.
Hm,
You don't like my opinions...
Don't read them...
You read through tinted windows and you'll see this world as a dark murky one...
Suffice to say that this is our sacrifice.
If I don't see you here, I'll eventually see you there.
Ps
Random Thoughts are like silent farts...and meditation class can be so damn quiet and earth shatteringly boring....
But, boy can I get my think on...
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Blind deTales
Is it Eye before Eee? Or e before I? What was that thing about the See? Idk (that's short for 'I Don't Know'), but I'm sure that It's all in the details...
So,
The tic has tocked and my clock has stopped, dead square a minute past dusk...tisk, tisk my frantic random mind grumbled and my jumpy legs wiggled...antsy and fiesty, they got together and made a quick dash for a daring escape. But the door was locked...dead bolted shut and the key was nowhere to be heard from. The buzzing light of the flickering exist sign hummed in victory as a stale dark alley stench oozed all around us...nothing more to do or see...so I took my seat next to a sleeping hobo who drooled a novel as he snored with love and affection. The stranger in front of us heard the the commotion....he got from up his reclined seat, spotted the book...grabbed it and Ran up the stairwell stuffing it into his wife's friend's purse. The lights dim to black and he was gone, but by now the show has began. The commercials were short, the people in them were tall....OR...were the Tall commercials with short people....? I can't remember....but what I do know...the train came to a stop, and it was mine to take. On to my feet. The doors unbolted, the bells began to ring and ding...the hobo awoke, got up and screamed..."hey you, book thief...get back here with my masterpiece!". Surely he must not have meant me? He was nothing more than an accuser with a finger, and no motive or direction. Filled with disgust, I got off only to scream...."this, (being me), is not whom you need to discuss this with!!!" You filthy wretched wannabe hero thief. The doors had already closed, the engine stoked and ready to follow the trail...a slow roll began to define its direction....and that direction was far and away from me. Look at that, another day, another lost thought...another unheard word...I muttered, as I turned went my way....
He left with all of them...somewhere else, somewhere distant...and they all think that I took his last dying heart to a dinner for two at the Tavern. What a shame. A quarter to eight, I arrive at my destination, and not too late...my date was already there, and in her hands was a book...she told me how she found it in her purse and thought that it would be perfect for me to read.
Funny. Funny how the hobo knew all along...
Funny how no one else saw anything other than what they wanted to see...
So,
The tic has tocked and my clock has stopped, dead square a minute past dusk...tisk, tisk my frantic random mind grumbled and my jumpy legs wiggled...antsy and fiesty, they got together and made a quick dash for a daring escape. But the door was locked...dead bolted shut and the key was nowhere to be heard from. The buzzing light of the flickering exist sign hummed in victory as a stale dark alley stench oozed all around us...nothing more to do or see...so I took my seat next to a sleeping hobo who drooled a novel as he snored with love and affection. The stranger in front of us heard the the commotion....he got from up his reclined seat, spotted the book...grabbed it and Ran up the stairwell stuffing it into his wife's friend's purse. The lights dim to black and he was gone, but by now the show has began. The commercials were short, the people in them were tall....OR...were the Tall commercials with short people....? I can't remember....but what I do know...the train came to a stop, and it was mine to take. On to my feet. The doors unbolted, the bells began to ring and ding...the hobo awoke, got up and screamed..."hey you, book thief...get back here with my masterpiece!". Surely he must not have meant me? He was nothing more than an accuser with a finger, and no motive or direction. Filled with disgust, I got off only to scream...."this, (being me), is not whom you need to discuss this with!!!" You filthy wretched wannabe hero thief. The doors had already closed, the engine stoked and ready to follow the trail...a slow roll began to define its direction....and that direction was far and away from me. Look at that, another day, another lost thought...another unheard word...I muttered, as I turned went my way....
He left with all of them...somewhere else, somewhere distant...and they all think that I took his last dying heart to a dinner for two at the Tavern. What a shame. A quarter to eight, I arrive at my destination, and not too late...my date was already there, and in her hands was a book...she told me how she found it in her purse and thought that it would be perfect for me to read.
Funny. Funny how the hobo knew all along...
Funny how no one else saw anything other than what they wanted to see...
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