Monday, February 27, 2006
Would you..... if you didn't know me...
Would you step out into the darkness with me?
While the moon dances upon our skin just for us to see
Upon the stars we make a wish and promise not to tell
Of a feeling that grows deep and real but fast as well
Would you walk around like you were lost with me?
No one would bother us they would leave us be
Closer we get to each other, the touching of skin
The feeling that dwells begins to win
Would you sit and talk for hours with me?
My hand crawling to rest upon your knee
Listening we fall into a dream of bliss
And at that instant we lean in for the kiss
But you can’t do this for I am unknown
And the feelings that might come into play can’t be shown
I am a stranger to you as you are to me
But the contact we have could be the only needed key
So stranger, I now ask
The questions of would you, so we can both take off our masks
Sunday, February 26, 2006
They who are near me do not know that
you are nearer to me than they are...
Those who speak to me do not know that
my heart is full with your unspoken words...
Those who crowd in my path do not
know that I am walking alone with you...
They who love me do not know
that their love brings you to my heart...
~© R. Tagore~
Saturday, February 25, 2006
I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of the mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me the world still is alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing
enters into this elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.
~© William Stafford~
Friday, February 24, 2006
The pessimist says the cup is half empty. The optimist says it's half full. The pragmatist says its liquid contents are at 50% capacity. The ironist says it's half full of air. The plumber says the cup must be leaking. George Carlin says the cup is too big. The Starbucks employee says it's so you have room for cream. The conspiracy theorist says aliens took the other half. The baseball player says his cup is definitely full. MacGuyver says he can build a powerful explosive with it. The psychoanalyst says the cup is your mother. The punk sitting next to you also says the cup is your mother. The romance novelist says the cup is a willing receptacle to the wild gushing torrents of pure passion from the hard chiseled urn. The zen master says "There is no cup. " Pamela Anderson says her cups are definately full. And me I say, "Waitress! Refill!"
~© Tatsuya Ishida Sinfest~
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink. And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.
Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
thoughts as I am. But I lay this aside for the easy company
of an afternoon friendship. I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.
And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water
together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking
out of mine . . .
~© Russell Edson~
~Artwork © Suzanne Gyseman~www.suzannegyseman.co.uk~
The powder on chewing gum is finely-ground marble.
The normal static electricty shock that zaps your finger when you touch a doorknob is usually between 10,000 and 30,000 volts!
When your face blushes, the lining of your stomach turns red, too.
Most lipstick contains fish scales.
You share your birthday with at least 9 million other people in the world.
In the next seven days, 800 Americans will be injured by their jewelry.
Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.
Motorists who talk on cell phones are more impaired than drunk drivers with blood-alcohol levels exceeding .08!
45.2% of people pee in the shower.
Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories per hour.
Liquid TIDE laundry detergent glows under a blacklight.
Most people who read the word 'yawning' will yawn!
For every 'normal' webpage, there are five porn pages.
Jackie Kennedy Onassis was secretly a chain smoker.
The 7-Eleven Extreme Gulp is 50% bigger than the volume of the human stomach!
One in three snake bite victims is drunk. One in five is tatooed.
Mosquitoes are attracted to the color blue twice as much as any other color.
In England, in the 1880's, 'Pants' was considered a dirty word.
Apples are 25% air.
The United States has the highest minimum drinking age in the world.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.
Oak trees do not have acorns until they are fifty years old or older.
Fingernails grow fastest on the hand you favor.
Only male fireflies can fly.
90 percent of women who walk into a department store immediately turn to the right.
You are more likely to get attacked by a cow than a shark.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Picture yourself near a stream.
Birds are singing in the crisp, cool mountain air.
Nothing can bother you here.
No one knows this secret place.
You are in total seclusion from that place called the world.
The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.
The water is clear.
You can easily make out the face of the person whose head you're holding under the water. There now, feeling better?
~© Author Unknown~
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Mend a quarrel.
Search out a forgotten friend.
Dismiss suspicions, and replace them with trust.
Write a love letter.
Share some treasure.
Give a soft answer.
Manifest your loyalty in a word or deed.
Keep a promise.
Find the time.
Forego a grudge.
Forgive an enemy.
Apologize if you were wrong.
Try to understand.
Examine your demands on others.
Think first of someone else.
Appreciate, be kind, be gentle.
Laugh a little more.
Take up arms against malice.
Express your gratitude.
Gladden the heart of a child.
Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it still again.
Speak it still once again.
~Adapted from a letter by Gary McAuley~
Monday, February 20, 2006
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
~© Margaret Atwood~
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent, starving I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
For your hands the color of the wild grain,
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight
Looking for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barren wilderness.
~© Pablo Neruda~
~Artwork Used In Tag © David Stribbling~
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Have you ever seen
in your life
than the way the sun,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
as it warms you
as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
~© Mary Oliver~
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Look, I really don't
want to wax philosophic,
but I will say that if you're alive,
you got to flap your arms and legs,
you got to jump around a lot,
you got to make a lot of noise,
because life is the very opposite of death.
And therefore, as I see it,
if you're quiet, you're not living.
You've got to be noisy,
or at least your thoughts should
be noisy and colorful and lively.
~© Mel Brooks~
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Your heart holds mine,
our differences fitting
made whole. Stranger
I know by heart,
your strength and faith...
kiss my neck and
my stars, giving
me new history.
My heart crowds
around me, pushing
down my stomach,
strangling my tongue,
and tells my eyes
to close, feel my way,
Like a childhood game
of Trust, I
fall to let you
touch and hold.
~© Author Unknown~
Monday, February 13, 2006
Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
~From The Movie "Meet Joe Black"~
Friday, February 10, 2006
If I could take you
Even no further than into my arms
You would be where you belong.
To possess you for even so short a time
and, with your arms around me, to be possessed
Two helpless pawns, controlled
by the fire and sweet gravity of desire.
I would chase and catch the lights that burn in your eyes
Until for just a moment they shine brightly, just for me
And then, sweetly smoldering, your curtains close
Leaving me to dream
Knowing even the sweetest dream could not compare.
~© R. Bankard~
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.
It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe,
and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.
It is the mother of Art,
inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of every fire on every hearth.
It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody,
for Music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods.
~© Robert G. Ingersoll~
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
~© Walt Whitman~
It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
Someone the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
~© Emily Dickinson~
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.
For the days have been so dull,
Oh, so special dark and drear,
That you told me, "Mr. Sun
Has forgotten we live here."
Dew upon the lily lawn,
Dew upon the garden beds;
Daintly from all the leaves
Pop the little primrose heads.
And the violets in the copse
With their parasols of green
Take a little peek at you;
They're the bluest you have seen.
On the lilac tree a bird
Singing first a little not,
Then a burst of happy song
Bubbles in his lifted throat.
O the sun, the comfy sun!
This the song that you must sing,
"Thank you for the birds, the flowers,
Thank you, sun, for everything."
~© Katherine Mansfield~
My friend said to me "Man, this weather is trippy." I said to him, "No man, perhaps it is not the weather that is trippy, it is the way we perceive it that is indeed trippy..." then I thought, man, I should have just said, 'yeah...'
~© Mitch Hedburg~
(My fave comedian, along with Mr. Bill Hicks. Both, incidentally, are deceased.)