As I tip toe on this page with blue ink I ponder. I wonder if the drunkards are the philosphers, and does the sober man know any trials. Does the man with the troubled past evolve into the righteous man? Does the successful man with no experence of lives hardships ever fall?
Technology moves as fast as a bullet in a M-16 in a soldier's hands. It will move faster until we down load everything inside ourselves. Possibly our personalities, our humor, and directions to a relatives wedding reception. Maybe to a website.
A man on tv said this will be so in 2045.
Will we be artifical?
Will the simple yet difficult occurance of stepping out of our comfort zone be wireless? Will there be a drive thru?
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Today in the kindergarden class I volunteer in, there was an award ceremony.Well, it wasn't it the classroom but in the gym which had no air conditioning.
I sat beside a little boy named Life. My job was to make sure he behaved. Sometimes this isn't so easy. He is inteligent but he misbehaves alot.
WIth these kids there is more that meets the eye.
All in all he did a good job. Occassionally I had to tell him to pull his shirt back down.
If these kids act up there is a reason rather it is at home or elsewhere.
Life put his polo shirt up over his head probably because he was hot in that gym. I was hot too.
I sure hope he goes on to the first grade.
Obviously maturity hasn't quite hit him yet. and whatever is going on at home or where ever can be too much for him on somedays. Life is like that.
Adults are like that. Something else is going on especially in today's world. There are alot of distractions. There are alot of thing preventing us from getting to point A to point B.
We are not counselors or therapists. I personally can't always give good advice.
I think we should try to accept that ;not only that people are different but they also have obstacles that are different from ours.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
WOMEN OF SPRING
spaghetti straps
showing smooth skin
sandles toes ankles
up to the leg
which is underneath
skinny light weight jeans
don't approach the curves
admired from afar
may say hello
they go back to their cell phone
to see them strappless
sandleless and clotheless
would be the whole picture show
but with these articles
of manufactured material,
a woman's body becomes
an edited masterpiece
one can only enjoy the
wonder within
showing smooth skin
sandles toes ankles
up to the leg
which is underneath
skinny light weight jeans
don't approach the curves
admired from afar
may say hello
they go back to their cell phone
to see them strappless
sandleless and clotheless
would be the whole picture show
but with these articles
of manufactured material,
a woman's body becomes
an edited masterpiece
one can only enjoy the
wonder within
Friday, April 22, 2011
4/16/11
A cloudy rainy day,very calming. One can go as far as to say it's beautiful. I wonder if this is what living in Seatle is like. The pitter padder of rain is the soundtrack. I wish I had someone to share it with.
Nothing but grey. Some thunder and lightening. I don't feel like leaving.
The thunder is a roaring tiger, not threatening, but just letting you know it is there.
The rain is constant. It washes away the pollen. It is cleansing us of our sins. The thunder keeps us awake. We won't settle. The rain tip toes on our clothes cools us off in spring.
Sometimes the thunder sounds like an airplane over head diving and accelerating to the target which is us.
Day like this might have some fender benders. Chaos was outside, when I went out to buy cigarettes. Kroger was congested like people were trying to stock up for the storm.
Wonder if the sun will ever come out again. It must be resting its eyes.
The clouds cover the sky, defenders of the sky creating barriers not to be tested.
The rain collects in puddles. Swimming pools for the ducks.
NOw it is falling harder, lightening lights up the sky for a few seconds. Adds a few shades of yellow or a bright white.
Cars drive passed splashing in the puddles there is no escape from the water.
Dark grey over head, very noticeable like a black eye. Is the rain tears falling from the heavens? They will not surrender. I seek sheltor inside my apartment.
It is cool kind of cold and the rain keeps falling. Just when you think it is about to quit, it rains harder and the thunder puts you back in your place.
Nothing but grey. Some thunder and lightening. I don't feel like leaving.
The thunder is a roaring tiger, not threatening, but just letting you know it is there.
The rain is constant. It washes away the pollen. It is cleansing us of our sins. The thunder keeps us awake. We won't settle. The rain tip toes on our clothes cools us off in spring.
Sometimes the thunder sounds like an airplane over head diving and accelerating to the target which is us.
Day like this might have some fender benders. Chaos was outside, when I went out to buy cigarettes. Kroger was congested like people were trying to stock up for the storm.
Wonder if the sun will ever come out again. It must be resting its eyes.
The clouds cover the sky, defenders of the sky creating barriers not to be tested.
The rain collects in puddles. Swimming pools for the ducks.
NOw it is falling harder, lightening lights up the sky for a few seconds. Adds a few shades of yellow or a bright white.
Cars drive passed splashing in the puddles there is no escape from the water.
Dark grey over head, very noticeable like a black eye. Is the rain tears falling from the heavens? They will not surrender. I seek sheltor inside my apartment.
It is cool kind of cold and the rain keeps falling. Just when you think it is about to quit, it rains harder and the thunder puts you back in your place.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
HEAD COLD
Sparkled to a green eye
life dimming outside
water splashes inside
skin cold at first touch
rely on these cold chills
descending joints to condensation
head cold, muffling breath
nostrils cemented
strangers gone,voices run
in melody connecting to a disk, band,
seen as a kid
heavy head, needs a thick base
neck to thin, sock feet
sways, heavy connected, but could lie alone
without the rest of my body
as a celebrity, signing its name to
someone else's chest
life dimming outside
water splashes inside
skin cold at first touch
rely on these cold chills
descending joints to condensation
head cold, muffling breath
nostrils cemented
strangers gone,voices run
in melody connecting to a disk, band,
seen as a kid
heavy head, needs a thick base
neck to thin, sock feet
sways, heavy connected, but could lie alone
without the rest of my body
as a celebrity, signing its name to
someone else's chest
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