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I look forward into the light with a new hope
Knowing the darkness behind with which I had to cope
Seeing the war of fear which we always fought
Learning the lessons of faith with which you taught
With you by my side I shall never fall
In the end love always conquerors all
Shadows of pain tried to take you away
Now they have been defeated to bring a new day
The gray cloud of lies tried to smother me
But the sun of truth set us both free
With you by my side I shall never fall
In the end love always conquerors all
There demonic numbers of evil surly were great
But it was no match for our passion and we killed hate
Their minds were devious and devilishly clever
But nothing could stop our souls bond that we have eternally forever
With you by my side I shall never fall
In the end love always conquerors all
Whenever I hear someone say
I was always taught to believe
in myself and I can be and achieve
anything I want and put my mind to
The sky is the limit dare to dream
and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise
The 1st that springs to mind to me
Is that's all well and good if you wish
or choose to buy into that
But unfortunately in life cold hard reality
dictates that seldomly doesn't actually happen
Until you eventually wake up 1 day and figure
out for yourself sadly life don't work that way
That belongs and should be resigned to
the inside of a greeting card
With a footnote saying P.S
If everyone could be exactly what they
choose or wanted to be
Wouldn't life be great
Or are you rather suggesting some
people make the conscientious decision
To be viewed and treated as nothing more
less than worthless scum by other people
Now ask yourself who is smart and who
is dumb
Is it me or is it them
Or are you testing or is this a test of my intelligence
And did I pass because that to me
sounds like as if you are
blowing smoke up my backside
And that's ok and not a bare faced lie
so long as what you are asking me to
believe in is
That you are bonufid living proof stood
before my very eye's
Proving all your and everything you ever
dreamed of and aspired to become can
come true if you believe and try hard enough
So answer me this is this all you ever wanted
to be
Good enough for you but not for me I can
do so much better
I can only hope
To one day be,
As loyal to you
As you are to me.
You're always here,
And will be
Till the very end.
I never have to question
Your motives
Or intentions.
You are comfort,
You are protection,
And your constant admiration
Never tires me.
You've taught me
Life's hardest lessons—
Patiently, without aggression.
Your heart is pure,
A true example
Of what love—
Real love—should be.
More than just
A companion,
Something I can’t
Entirely fathom.
You leave me always asking,
"Who am I,
That you would treasure me?"
How is it
That this canine
Shows so much more
Of the divine
Than many of us
In humanity?
Everything I could
Ever need.
And have you ever stopped
To see—
If you did, you’d realize:
God is just Dog
Spelled backward.
Now, that’s what I call
True irony.
The day has finally arrived…
It’s time to say goodbye to the only home the two of us together have ever known
and looking back it seems amazing how fast the time has flown.
We made one final walkthrough remembering the life here we’ve created…
thinking of all the wonderful moments in this home we’ve celebrated.
This house is where so many of our seeds of love were planted…intermittently…
where those seeds were nourished through the years and grew into a family.
Our family…where each individual with their particular genes and chromosomes…
contributed to the building of our memories,
our successes,
our laughter,
our tears…
our home.
In this home so many wonderful moments…
huge achievements and milestones we have seen…
as well as so much wonder in those little moments in between.
Most days were made up of these little moments
filled with their own wonder, their own flair…
and often in these little moments…we’ve found our comfort there.
For us…these little daily moments as we ride life’s carousel…
are what make a life worth living…are where our joy and happiness dwell.
One thought that dominates the rest…as each memory we cue up….
is how this house…this home we love…is where the five of us grew up.
It helped create the people we are now…the people we’ve come to know
which makes us a little sad today…now that it’s time to let her go.
But one thing we know as we move to a new home …a new habitat
is how change is a part of life…this old house has taught us that.
So it with a smile and a tear…we bid this old house…our home…adieu…
and thank her for 40 years of helping to make our family’s dreams come true.
Think & Question
Open that door
Ring the bell
Time for school to start
File the children inside
Cram them in a closed room
Trapped in a single desk
Don't talk without permission
Don't whisper or pass notes
Listen to what your teacher says
They know that one plus one doesn't always equal two
They won't tell you that
Only what they want you to know
Do not ask questions
They want control over what you learn
Just sit and listen like good little drones
If you escape with your minds intact
You will be able to think
To question everything
To have creativity and imagination
You will not be a drone
Ignoring everything you have been taught
You will be a human being with a mind
And you will rule the world
I can remember at least four things that we did on train tracks,
And one thing that I never did until I was an adult. Firstly, let me tell you what I did not do on a train track, because that is by far the easy part. Seven words will suffice: I never rode a train on one.
We ran up and down the embankment and across the tracts on both sides. We were poor, underprivileged, and deprived of parks and play grounds, but we were blessed with healthy arms and legs. We used them to the fullest.
We jumped off the track onto the side of the embankment just above the creek which was dry most of the time. We were leapers and jumpers and runners; and I tell you, the train tracts contributed much to the fun filled life of this Southern country boy.
Apparently we never feared snakes, because we often hunted for black berries along the railroad tracks. Perhaps we counted the sweet taste of our mother's blackberry pie far superior to any fears we had of snakes. Also, I suspect the snakes heard us coming, and thought it best that they move on.
We walked the tracts again and again. We competed each other over who could walk the longest without losing their balance and hopping off. This was by far the most fun of all of our “Track endeavors”. Of course the trains, seeing us in the distance, would always blow in plenty of time as they approached. We were energetic kids and dare devils on many things, but we never once played games with the trains. We were certain to get out of their way in good order.
One word could describe what walking the tracts taught me, and became most useful in my life. That word is balance. I have found that the absence of balance in one’s life is a major recipe for instability. I learned “Balance” as a kid walking the rails on a train track. Who Knew?
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In that moment before we're about to touch another life
when deciding whether to be cruel… or kind
here a little something we need to keep in mind…
Think of all we both will gain
when it’s kindness we are choosing
Or…
when it comes to selecting cruelty,
think of all we’ll both be losing.
If there is one lesson our life experience has taught
when we think we’re only touching one life…
there’s a good chance…we are not…
Because when we touch one life…we never really know
how far the ripples of our kindness
or our cruelty will go…
So, in that moment before we’re about to touch another life
whether it is kindness or cruelty we clutch
may we take that moment and think of all the other lives
our kindness or our cruelty may touch.
I still know nothing
yet that is the knowing's seed—
sown in wonder loam
where the roots of doubt seep deep
the sprout of learning seeks light.
Maps fade into mist
yet my feet recall lost paths—
the curious sway
away from sane certainty
led by faith to what's unknown.
Each shell on the shore,
echoes the ocean's roaring—
such truth overwhelms
the silence of not knowing
the lines to the surf's chorale.
Each thought breaks open
to reveal a deeper quest
not-knowing unfolds—
it rises on unseen wings
when the heart kneels to be taught.
What I cannot name
is the real deal I reel—
winding in the cast
to what I know, I don't know
in my pool of unknowing.
Form:
The Tiger Between Us
Maybe she knows how big my heart is when no one counts the distance anymore,
How this cosmic muscle stretched all the way to her, like a fate choosing a wound,
My love for her is like a boat lost on an ocean without eternal margins,
And in this boat lives a tiger—the distance that breathes without roaring.
It doesn't attack me with fangs, just inhales in silence reminding me perpetually
How far away she is and how close her absence remains like a phantom,
Sometimes I think it guards me, other times I know for sure it locks me in a cage,
I row with burned skin, with trembling hands, with hunger sculpted in my bones.
Thirst is written on my lips like a psychedelic mantra that never erases,
Still I move forward—distance, even as a wild beast, still allows the journey,
I believed for entire centuries that she was waiting for me beyond this blue water,
A shore, an end, an answer—but the ocean taught me what my eyes refused.
There is no other side—she's not standing beyond waiting with open arms,
She is the ocean itself, the magical depth where I melt in liquid waves,
When I understood this, the struggle changed its meaning like a hypnotic spiral,
I no longer chase dry land—I surrender to the depths, become part of salt water.
The more I accept that she is the living ocean that swallows me tenderly,
The more I dissolve inside her—the tiger of distance weakens hungrily,
One day it will die in silence, starved by my total surrender without resistance,
And I will disappear—not body, not name—but separate existence that evaporates.
I will never touch her—I will become her, ocean and waltz and breath,
What remains of me will no longer know where I end and where she begins,
Psychedelic fusion of consciousnesses melted in the marine depth of infinite love,
The tiger between us dies when I understand—distance is illusion, we are one.
The Keystone Cops were funny
Chaplin, Keaton, and Fields too.
Laurel & Hardy and Will Rogers
were some of the names we knew.
Who can forget the Stooges
or all the pies we saw them throw.
Who didn't laugh at the Brothers Marx
or Abbot & Costello?
Berle, Caesar, Crosby & Hope
could always bring a tear.
So would Allen, Paar, Kovacs, and Carson
as they guffawed us to the floor.
Gleason had Carney, Martin had Lewis, Lucy had Desi
and Carol Burnett had her crew.
Cosby, Pryor, and Murphy
all taught us to laugh anew.
Cohen, Benny, Diller, Rivers, and Rickles
are names that we recollect.
Who wouldn't fall out of his chair
when Rodney "Got no respect."
Let's not leave out any of the Brits as
Benny Hill, Mr. Bean, and the Two Ronnies were funnier than some.
Their take on humor was a bit different from our own
But that's why we had such fun with Faulty Towers and Monty's Python.
We have had Billy, Whoopi, Robin, and Carlin,
Johnny, Jay, Dave, and too many more to name.
But each still brings us laughter,
Today their job's the same.
They still poke fun at life's human side
as did the jester who first began the gaff.
So, when a comic entertains you...
Be generous with your laughs.