jOURnal (bLOG)
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...
Everything is about perspective.
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...
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
A friend had recently communicated how a family member was involved in a car crash. The other driver was using his cell phone and was distracted.
Thankfully the family member only suffered minor injuries. You cannot say the same for their car.
This news reminded me of a couple of things I had written regarding cell phones and driving so I am posting them both in this blog. (The Witness and Screech Bam)
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.
Thought of this one yesterday...
