I have completely redesigned the Follow the Pen section in ronswan.com. It took a lot more work on my end, but the goal was to make it easier for you to experience.
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Poetry
In irony, on a path to tomorrow is one where the destination is never reached.
Another example of following the pen. I started simply with the thought of someone's sun setting. No reason why, nothing more than just that thought.
I like how it comes off with almost an ominous tone without giving up any details. It is like trusting the book cover that sold you to read it.
Let the games begin and Follow the Pen...
A friendly reminder...
Live while you can raise your head up from your pillow for you know not which tomorrow will be the one when you no longer can.
This seems to be a lot of our country right now...ungrateful.
The eyes have it.
What do you think Blinded by the Shadows of Thoughts means? Tell me your thoughts, don't keep them in the shadows.
I have always liked The Murder Mystery as it plays on both words and perceptions. The murder is a murder of crows and the mystery unfolds itself as the distance closes in between the walker and the tree, thus the walker's perspectives and perceptions change.
No movie popcorn was injured during the writing of this.
A coldy but a goody...
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