Care bears have to care

This is happening

I am loved

Thanks to them

Care bears.

We can forget Santa now

We can look at babies instead

Notice their big alien heads

Their diamond laser eyes

Also notice their drool

How does a baby make such a mess

Never spoke with one directly

I'm not even sure if they are trust worthy

But a cute baby is even cuter with puppies and kitties

Over the top cuteness

That is perhaps what America demanding now

More jobs and very cute babies!

One month has passed since I began this blog and take a look at these numbers!

Pageviews today

52

Pageviews yesterday

44

Pageviews last month

755

Pageviews all time history

874

No it is not into but far from where

Has something like a bean

And Jack is not the wild sort

His cloud is not high

Yet his head is not lying around

While his heart is going from branch to branch

Then things began

That never were

Which he began to understand

And the moon smiles

And tips her hat

All the folly of fools

That can end

As the sun laughs.

The best days are yet ahead

Or if you wish

The worst days or ahead

One message

The first is really the only answer

It is almost an absolute

I believe it is okay to be wrong about this

Because it is a must

Not to be a fatalist

So say this now

Today is the best day!

I WILL GIVE TODAY MY BEST

I WILL GIVE IN TO HEALTH AND HEALING

I WILL BRING HOPE AND INSPIRATION TO OTHERS

I WILL CARE ABOUT OTHERS

I WILL SHOW THAT I CARE ABOUT ALL THIS

MY LIFE MATTERS TO ME

I CHERISH IT ALMOST ALWAYS

I HAVE A LOVE TO GIVE MYSELF AND OTHERS

I AM A UNIQUE AND IMPORTANT INDIVIDUAL

I AM CONNECTED TO EVERYTHING AND ALL THAT IS

TOGETHER THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH WILL MOVE THINGS FORWARD

DEEP DOWN EVERYONE IS THE SAME

DEEP DOWN EVERYONE IS GOOD

I AM LOVE MY PLACE AS A LIVING BEING

I LOVE FEELING ALIVE

EVERYTHING IS MOVING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

MY SOUL FEELS FREE

AND LOVE IS IN THE AIR NO MATTER WHAT

I CAN BRING AMAZING THINGS TO THIS COSMIC SOUP

GOOD FEELINGS ARE AVAILABLE TO ME RIGHT NOW 

Ever looked into a marble

In the direction of a marvel

You can see everything it seems

In that little magic spot

A universe the size of a grain of sand

Things are dynamic

Life has it's own plans

Dreams have their own life

Animals live like angels

Winter is gone

And spring is here.

Philosophy about people

People seem to have all the best of qualities for being human

Unfortunately the world has to have it's winners and losers

People seem to be able to use hate sometimes to their advantage (Sick)

People are in a maze trying to find secret doors in an ever growing complex world

People have enough to worry about these days and there is always a ready supply of new problems it seems.  

Solutions to the human condition and surviving with it can seem pitiful.

At sometimes I felt that I might have some good answers.

Now a days my confidence ebbs more than usual

I can tell that people aren't really stoked about this time in human history

So till next time

Adios 

I'll be back.

A year of rivers

Waters breaking butter

There are interesting things 

There are interesting things

So 

Coming alive 

Falling in love

The leaves in winter shining

And spring arrives

Like looking at the sun

With no reason

Like a dying sun

And the black holes

Revising

Take this 

And take that

Enough drowning to escape the pains

How chairs don't flow easily

I just want to make out with silly

On the roads it goes strait

Where the sun sets 

In spring

Where luck migrates

And justice has no name.

The robin is nearby

Like a rose

Reminds me 

Of sweetness

Of holiness

How there is something

That rises within me

There in the sky

Like an angel

It flies 

As if I were dreaming

While the air touched my heart

My heart.

Another interview question

What do I think about the writing of today?

I tend to think that The Phantom Tollbooth is the ultimate book

So many books don't come close to this one

I have read it many times

Otherwise I write too much in order to read

In fact I often fall asleep while trying to read a book

I think my mind absorbs the words too much

This was not a problem when I was younger when I would devour books

My biggest criticism is that I have noticed that some authors unfairly dominate the reader's attention

I feel like some writers get knighted while the rest just rot on the shelves

To my shock many fantastic even famous writers have been censored

For example there is a book by Sherwood Anderson that is out of print and hard to find

I say:

You have got to be kidding me right?

Also he is not known by English majors as the grand daddy of modern literature.

You have got to be kidding me right?

There is some corruption no doubt in the publishing industry

I have been to book readings where I felt that everything was read with old women in mind

Eh!

I sure hope Americans aren't that scared off that easily by all sorts of writing

I don't want my writing to pander to the extreme comfort needs of some old fashioned people.

Writing should challenge a person a bit or thrill them or something.

Also there is a hidden belief about writers that I sense tells me my work must getter darker and more serious as I age.   Now who whispered that lie around?

Interview question:

What are your religious views?

I try not to have any passionate religious views

That way I can learn more about religion and other things

Closing my mind or narrowing it is far more frightening than being called agnostic

I am not agnostic

In my quest for truth I indeed find some really neat tidbits I hold in my memory

But the real thrill is learning something new each and every day!!!!