We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
In this dry land there is no rain...
yet their are actual paintings
People reaching like rising seeds
There in Marin vastness
Signs of liquid cash spilling
And hopes come like dreams
Curious people waiting
I seem to notice a secret
Like an tomb of life
And a wave in key hole
Rocks tumbling down in maddening
Sounds
As cracks appear
Sounds
People reaching like rising seeds
There in Marin vastness
Signs of liquid cash spilling
And hopes come like dreams
Curious people waiting
I seem to notice a secret
Like an tomb of life
And a wave in key hole
Rocks tumbling down in maddening
Sounds
As cracks appear
Sounds
Today is my birthday and 24 days later the death of my dad two years ago.
If living means anything to me it has to do with my research on happiness. I firmly believe that when some degree of happiness happens most people grossly exaggerate how happy they are and lose the passionate effort that is required!
Yellow may be a form of green.
The serious question is how colors like green and yellow effect vision as green is a color in the mind, an atom and and a ray of light. If some people suffer unreality anxiety than green and perhaps yellow may help.
The issue surrounds the more ethereal nature of black, white, blue, red!
Plants are an example of yellow and green, but is that really worth noting?
In my quest to find myself I discovered a big ball of lint and proclaimed:
I find lint therefore I am!
Then I bounced into a cloud!
Feeling fluffy and alive!
Embracing the vacuum of space!
Falling through space!
And into my room!
Only to discover a refrigerator!
And I was hungry!
But so was the Aligator!!
Then I bounced into a cloud!
Feeling fluffy and alive!
Embracing the vacuum of space!
Falling through space!
And into my room!
Only to discover a refrigerator!
And I was hungry!
But so was the Aligator!!
Again why poetry?!
When a child reads a good poem they get very enthusiastic and gleeful. Adults will head to the dull part of the poetry section hidden like a badge of shame at the back of the book store or library.
So what does the future hold? Does poetry matter? Does Bob Dylan matter? Do poets really want change? I mean you! I mean everyone! I am an ardent fan of poetry and think it deserves much more..I want you to listen to this message and do something.
All my love to you..
A perfect Meety Christmas!
May Santa bless you
With futuristic toy
For joys
And to inflict pain
Still the season of love
Not cyber stalking
So merry merry Christmas
My narcistist darlings!?
May Santa bless you
With futuristic toy
For joys
And to inflict pain
Still the season of love
Not cyber stalking
So merry merry Christmas
My narcistist darlings!?
Maybe we can admit we have a violent racist past and it is awful and stupid,
And put that jellow in the past!
We have much better things in life, much!
We have much better things in life, much!
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