Name' sake

"your shoelace is untied"

she said,

Just a peak in her stride.

I will abide by another tide,

Because all I want,

Is you

"poetry - useless, yet at the same time essential - to elevate ones soul - and to contemplate the world"

The hot air balloon gains its loft from hot air - but it is hot at the time, isnt it? Robust and full of life.

Uplifting

If a rose is gifted in the heat of the moment, is not that rose just as genuine? Just as uplifting?

they both carry the weight of the spirit.

The Dao (Tao) teaches yin/yang

Buddhism teaches the path to the end of suffering.

Judaism teaches monotheistic one godism

Chritianity teaches trinity

Athieism teaches decaf

Altruism teaches sacrifice

Druidism teaches dirt

Schismism teaches rift

Dieselism teaches drift

This may sound like I am depressed, or depressing, lol - I would like to add a note here for these recordings I make - it is a form of audio artistry for me. There is truth in what im saying, but the way im saying it is intentional. I take on a certain persona in my mind, and then try to depict it with my tone (if that makes sense? . . . It does to me . . . I dont know, shut up!)

My hands trace over her curves .. . Round . . . and back. . . Lines of exquisite beauty. . .  definition . . .elegance, perfection . . .

I tune her to the perfect pitch, every note where it should be . . . strumming gently - with love . . .with focused intent . . . 

And oh such sweet song she gives me. . . 

The melody of my soul . . . . 

Punch your neighbor in the face!

el oh el

But seriously, what do you like about your neighbor?

what do you hate about your neighbor?

any advice on how to deal with a bad neighbor?

do share . . . 

Sincerely, Wits end

🙏

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

(Dylan Thomas)

My serenity came, without a name,

Hidden within the winds of change.

"Rain!" I exclaimed, "for all you've to gain!",

But you better get this one right!

For I've no strength to fight.

Anymore . . .