I wrote this a while ago, but have always liked it. If Stephen King wrote a country song, this is how I imagine it would roll...
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Yesterday...
You were off tomorrow
Tomorrow...
You’ll be off yesterday
Don't miss today
No time to borrow
You’re off today
You’re off today
Read about one of the darkest planets ever found, Dark Jupiter, a.k.a. WASP 104b, in an article at ancient-code.com. Pretty cool stuff...pretty dark!
Woke up this morning with a goal that before I got up and out of bed I would have a concept with which to write around. I’m not sure where it came from, but within a few minutes I thought of a million grains of sand…and how a million grains seems like a lot, but how the distance they span is probably not that far. That thought then jumped to how some of life’s issues explode into seemingly huge events, only to find we’ve made mountains out of molehills. It may have put a million grains of sand between us, but only a hundred steps to make up the ground.
Tap the synergy
Full throttle
Cap the energy
Full bottle
What we bring to the table
Where it all starts
The whole always greater than
The sum of its parts
Full throttle
Aristotle
That’s full throttle
Aristotle
Walking into work, joined a friend. It was a beautiful morning and he commented how the sun was out. I thought to myself, the sun is always out.
Let life’s storms pass.
I know enough to know I don’t know enough and for now, that is enough.
Think about it...the Wrong Way sign is a sign that its makers hope you never have to read. If you can read it, you are going the wrong way!
I look at that from a writer's perspective and my first thought is..."Oh he!! no!" I mean, I've never written anything I didn't want everyone in the world to read!
Then the writer takes over and I ask, "What if it wasn't on a highway, but in life, where someone reads the sign?"
My wife Kineta will take a flower and pluck the petals saying, "He loves me...he loves me more." Brilliant really...it is a win-win situation.
Appropriately, there is an "Easter Egg" hidden in the picture I selected. Do you see it?
The first verse of Come A Time popped into my head and it flowed so easy I immediately had it rolling on repeat like a song you can't shake and don't want to. Then when I sat to put it to paper, It fell into it place in the lyrics like a foot into a favorite shoe.
Come a time
We’re meant to be
Come a time
When we’re a we
‘Til then
You’re just an I
And I am just a me
‘Til then
Whatever will…
Whatever will be
Will just have to be
I took the picture before I left for work yesterday. As I took it, I thought of the phrase, "Left with the sunrise in my side view mirror..."
This morning I built on that and ended up writing Only My Breath In Front Of Me.
In language, we often personify our descriptions of common objects, for example, we say a clock has a face and hands. This connection between an inanimate object and a human is a cross section of sorts providing segway for a twist in perspective and the telling of a both absurd and yet accessible story. Such was the case with In My Time With Mr. Clock. Surely if Mr. Clock has a face, he has two ears, two eyes and a mouth which he can cover with his two hands in a hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil kind of way.
Basically, as if humanity's numeric moral options were limited to binary code numbers (1's and 0's), be a 1 not a 0.
Take all life has to give for time takes the alternative. - rAveNswAn
I'd like to see the poet's corner of Westminster Abbey someday. I wonder if the experience would exceed merely sight, transcending into other senses. It seems more a place to feel.
Braiding a story with words...