It's Clobbering Time!
This is a fun and interesting blog that showcases different artists interpretations of great characters in literature.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Secret Santa
Janelle Monae- Cold War
This song and video is just what the doctor ordered right now. Heartfelt, honest, painful, rings true.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Farewell Mr. Nice Guy
Two redwoods planted in concrete
pavement dismantled by broken feat
couldn't never couldn't never won't
echos of a burning factory
like the typewriter's eulogy
written in the sand
leaves may fall and singe purified hands
bathe renewed in the ultraviolet light
pavement dismantled by broken feat
couldn't never couldn't never won't
echos of a burning factory
like the typewriter's eulogy
written in the sand
leaves may fall and singe purified hands
bathe renewed in the ultraviolet light
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Esoteric Meandering
I have been thinking about turning this into a private blog. I'd rather share my thoughts with a few select friends and family. If you are one of those people send me a comment or email so I will put you on the V.I.P. list. Will probably create another blog specifically for my writing, this one started out that way but turned into something else entirely.
On a side note, I have been thinking a lot about Karma lately. Does it really pay to be a good person or just not get caught? Sometimes I wonder how many people I pass by on the street that are murderers or cheaters or thieves that got away with it. Will they one day lose it all or be caught? There are some people that can do immoral things and not even bat an eye about it. Fortunately I am not one of them. Even on my worst days when I feel like tripping a starving orphan or taking money out of the homeless man's cup, I stop myself. I don't just stop myself because I am fearful some unforeseen consequence may or may not come back to me tenfold. No, I let little Timmy hobble pass me and refrain from taking old Sunshine Bill's drinking money because I know it won't really make me feel better, and I'm just not a douchebag. As much as I wish I were, I am not related to Kanye West.
On the flip of that thought I also DO feel the need to good when the time presents itself. I also wish I wasn't capable of such feats, but alas I am. Now where does Karma fit in to all of this? I still have no idea, in fact I am probably further from the answer now than I was when I started this post.
On a side note, I have been thinking a lot about Karma lately. Does it really pay to be a good person or just not get caught? Sometimes I wonder how many people I pass by on the street that are murderers or cheaters or thieves that got away with it. Will they one day lose it all or be caught? There are some people that can do immoral things and not even bat an eye about it. Fortunately I am not one of them. Even on my worst days when I feel like tripping a starving orphan or taking money out of the homeless man's cup, I stop myself. I don't just stop myself because I am fearful some unforeseen consequence may or may not come back to me tenfold. No, I let little Timmy hobble pass me and refrain from taking old Sunshine Bill's drinking money because I know it won't really make me feel better, and I'm just not a douchebag. As much as I wish I were, I am not related to Kanye West.
On the flip of that thought I also DO feel the need to good when the time presents itself. I also wish I wasn't capable of such feats, but alas I am. Now where does Karma fit in to all of this? I still have no idea, in fact I am probably further from the answer now than I was when I started this post.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Goodbye
The end of an era
goodbye to insanity
good riddance to this dream
say hello to the serene
On the shores of better life
at the cusp of new beginnings
silent whispers in the night
cleaning closets of old memories
telling stories of what could have been
Goodbye to future's past but the present is still calling me
goodbye to insanity
good riddance to this dream
say hello to the serene
On the shores of better life
at the cusp of new beginnings
silent whispers in the night
cleaning closets of old memories
telling stories of what could have been
Goodbye to future's past but the present is still calling me
Monday, July 4, 2011
Growth
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent Van Gogh
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