Darkness sought
Darkness got
And what you get
With light forgot
It will be met
With darkness brought
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I am so tired of mainstream media. I wrote Make Everyone Drown In Affect – M.E.D.I.A. a number of years ago. Sadly, it not only still applies today, but applies even more.
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...
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 have always loved To Kill A Mockingbird so when Go Set A Watchman came out, I had to read it. From what I understand, the latter was Harper Lee’s first version of the story. An agent/publisher? recommended she rewrite it, but from the perspective of Scout when she was younger living the story as opposed to when she was an adult reflecting on it.
I know enough to know I don’t know enough and for now, that is enough.
I thought of gListen while driving to Paneras today. I wrote the initial draft at the stop lights along the way so I wouldn't forget it.
I love writing.
Don't take for granted or belittle our impact.
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.
3.14.2018
Happy Pi Day!
I had read Leonardo DaVinci believed music and math were closely related, that music, like math, could be calculated. While celebrating Pi Day, read Birds On A Wire to learn the musical message the birds communicated to Mr. DaVinci.