Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Women of Leisure
Things That Make Me Go..???
- Why can women remember an exact sentence word-for-word, in an argument with their husbands from ten years ago, along with what he was wearing at the time and his facial expressions and men can't recall a single detail? Yet... Men can remember a specific play in the third quarter of a football game from ten years ago, as well as the player's names, numbers, stats and the final score of the game, along with how many stadium hot dogs they ate?
- Why is it so difficult to get grass to grow in the yard, but not in the cracks in the sidewalk?
- Why is the line I'm standing in always the slowest moving, until I switch lines?
- Why are CDs so difficult to open? Is all that tape really necessary? While we're talking about stuff that's hard to open, who came up with that thick plastic that batteries and things are packed in? It takes a chain saw to open it. I hate that stuff and it can't be good for the environment.
- Why do items that are sugar and fat free, cost more when they have fewer ingredients?
- Why is the time on my cell phone and my computer different? Aren't they both connected to the same atomic clock in the sky? Maybe the atomic clock needs some of those chain-saw proof batteries.
- Why do teenagers use text messaging instead of phoning? Isn't that technology going backwards?
- Why do people still smoke cigarettes?
- Why does one sock always vanish from the dryer? Where does it go?
- What happened to all those "W The President" stickers you used to see everywhere?
Monday, April 28, 2008
Chasing Cars
I am always in awe of songwriters. Just wanted to share these lyrics from a song I love.
We'll do it all
Everything On our own
We don't need Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words,
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
There all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
-Snow Patrol
A Wise Friend Said....
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Purple Dusk
The laughter of a child
All the fragrance and romance
Of woods and grasses wild
It is inside the echo in
The hills that hold the dawn
In every dream that lingers
When the purple dusk is gone
It is the quiet gentleness
Of sky and waters blue
It is the all-embracing gift
That life has given you
-Thank you, amazing, talented, and wonderful friend for sharing this poem with me.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Lovely
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
I am the ocean's deepest blue
The world is filled with my love for you.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
My Windowless Room
You built a windowless room
and put me there
A cold and dark place
but you did not lock
the door
I did
I locked myself in that place
and let the years of darkness
wrap me in the comfort
of consistent misery
I did not long to escape
but found solace in the
emptiness of my soul
laid open by the pain
of loss and the torture
of what might have been
And then one day a single leaf
floated under the door
landing silently at my feet
I lifted it, inhaling spring
and remembered life
before the room
With the leaf in my pocket
I crossed the threshold
stepping out of the safety
of my companions of shadow
and felt the sun on my face
I turned to look,
but the room was gone
and I forgave you for
putting me there
and I forgave myself
for staying