A coldy but a goody...
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Excerpt:
When you look in a mirror
What number do you see?
What number are you?
Is it the number that you see?
It may or may not be
Excerpt:
It’s not the lights
In front of your eyes
Certainly none
That money buys
When you find it
Time stops
Yet somehow time flies
Over mountain tops
Across stellar skies
But if to see it
You have to open your eyes
You
You’ve picked the wrong fight
Because it’s the wrong light
Some people seem to believe if they aren't risking their life they aren't living. Type T Tommy is just such a person.
I recently saw the movie Murder On The Orient Express. The way Hercule Poirot solved the case was textbook "thinking outside the box" and the train elegantly represented the box...or should I say boxcar?
Needless to say, the movie reminded me of this poem.
Driving into work the other day while listening to cds teaching Japanese, I thought of this song. When I reached work, I wrote the two stanzas and chorus I had in my head onto a PostIt while still sitting in the car in the parking lot so I would not lose them.
Ni - Two
Pon - in this context refers to bottles
Onegaishemas - loosely translates to asking someone to do a favor, please
Make time...
"Flying fat, flying flat like the lies of a twisted ribbon..." - rAveNswAn
If living life’s a job
It’s what’ll get me fired
But just to think about our future
All efforts grow tireless
Gonna get me a router
Gonna finally go wireless
My mother recently shared a story about me when I was very young.
I had not gotten something I wanted, so in my spoiled rotten mood I told her
I would no longer call her a movie star.
I didn’t mean it...
rAveNswAn
I’ve Never Stopped Calling You Movie Star
Cousin to In Time You Will Find Me...
Saw It this past weekend, and a poem in the movie reminded me of this one I had written years ago that can be found in Through the Kindness of Ravens.
Honor and learn from the blood trees. Don't cut them down.
From the dark side...
Glad it wasn't a bowling ball.
I read that a Bluebird is blind to the color blue. Whether that is true or not is grey, however the thought of it as true blue led to this poem.