Childish Child-Like Likeness

I only want to deviate

I want to reach the norm...

I see no ready answers
No shape nor any form

The dreams that once
Showed me the light...

The wick is gone
For dark is night.

Random Intuition

Being stared at is not much worse than being ignored completely!

It is almost as difficult to get something accomplished when someone is breathing down your neck, as it is when no one cares or knows what you are up to altogether. We could all use a little support, a little encouragement, a little guidance, but do not expect us to know when we have had too little or not nearly enough.

Practice the art of guessing and hope that occasionally you are correct.

Anti-Nike

Drastic life-changing decisions should not be made in the heat of the moment. It is a metaphysical framework that one should consider equivalent to the axiom warning us against shopping for groceries on an empty stomach.

Don’t Do It!

If a drastic life-changing decision affects you and you alone; well you do in fact have a right to screw up your own life. However, relatively few actions impact only ourselves.

Most actions directly or indirectly involve those we care about or at the very least those that care about us. So instead of acting irrationally, take a deep breath and pause. Consider involving all the players in the game and talk about the options.

You can always jump off a bridge tomorrow.

For now just take a nice long walk barefoot on a sandy beach during a west coast sunset.

Imagi Fantabulo!

(Pronounced: Ee—mah—gee Fawn—tah—boo—loh)

Come ride with me for a simple moment.

The word of the day is “imagi fantabulo!”

It may seem like an entirely made up phrase filled with made up words, and on some level you would be correct.

However, if you attempt saying it with a slightly italiano dialectico (<-another made up phrase) you might begin to enjoy the sound of your own voice.

Now close your eyes and take a ride with me to the world of imagi fantabulo!

Say it out loud with passion in your voice three times--spin in two one-and-one-fourteenth semi-circles, and click your heels (you should be wearing heels of course).

Are we there yet?

Kool-Aid Steppin'

Not all forms of poison are immediately fatal.

Learning from one’s mistakes seems like such a logical and natural series of events. Why then do some people make the same mistakes each and every time the opportunity presents itself?

Are some people so hopelessly disillusioned by reality that the thought of tripping over the same old pair of shoes over and over again seems impossible?

There is of course always the possibility that people and places change; our perspective on past events can be altered so dramatically that where there were once potholes now lay fields of daisies. Join the party...you too can relive common mistakes as though they are happening for the very first time.

But seriously…come on now! Add some sugar to the cherry flavored beverage. There is no such thing as NutraSweet or Splenda occurring in the natural world.

Learning and growing and moving on with life is not such a painful contingency that it should be avoided at all costs.

Have some more poison, this time it really is Kool-Aid.

Thin Line

Figure eight as double four,
Figure four as half of eight.
If you skate, you would be great,
If you could make a figure eight.
That's a circle that turns 'round upon itself.

Schoolhouse Rock—1973

There are things we learn when we are trying not to think…

Seldom are we openly humble to the experience of learning life’s most challenging and valuable lessons.

Forgiveness, for example, is one of the most difficult bridges to cross and one of the hardest crosses to bear.

That is perhaps why it is that we are only hurt deepest by the people we love the most. It is the reason that love and forgiveness are intertwined and inseparable.

So go on and try to skate the figure eight. But if you skate upon thin ice and try to skate the figure eight; it is no use and much too late to turn your back upon your fate.

Place it on its side and it's a symbol meaning
Infinity...

Forever Stone

The silken moon shimmers

As destiny chimes…

The song of a sparrow

The sounds of all time.

The dreams of a small child

Awakened in fear…

Are but mere illusions

Of life held so dear.

A small living brook

Weaves its way to the sea…

As a man without faith

Ponders his destiny

A world constantly spinning

Turns so all alone…

So fear not being mortal

But forever stone.

In Search of Rhyme and Rhythm

The majestic image of a lion…peaceful and serene

Held still by the artist and his skillful touch

A painting on the canvas I

Etched in flesh upon my chest

…the ink is forever a part of me.

The beauty of a small child…inquisitive and loving

Myself, a child not long ago

The threads woven into lives beyond my own

So proud I step through fatherhood

…immortality is forever a part of me.

The thoughts within my mind...content to flow unnoticed

Dance before my waking eyes and bravely face translation

Though some find lives in shades of black

Few dine amongst my greatest treasures

…the banquet is forever a part of me.

The crossroads I have stood upon...firm feet amidst conviction

To clothe the journey made in haste

The compass holds steady the map to navigate tomorrow

So I alone may own the road I travel on

…each footstep forever a part of me.