Like a bad musical –every moment a song or poem.
None of them fully realized like so many of my thoughts or ideas just Flotsam and Jetsam of the mind. So consider this blog a dumping of random thoughts and observations. Words thrown out on a piece of paper like a baby Possum with its paw stuck in a railroad track. Speaking of Baby Possums
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Clitter clack, Clitter Clack
A baby Possum with its paw stuck in the track
Clitter Clack, Clitter Clack
It struggles to break free as its brothers looks back
Clitter Clack, Clitter Clack
His mother runs over but can't set him loose.
Clitter clack, Clitter clack
Tears on her cheek as she grabs his caboose
Clitter Clack, Clitter Clack
The rails start to shake and jitter
Clitter Clack, Clitter Clack
Please Spare this poor Critter
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Here is a bunch of short stuff I call this little collection
"It's not the years it's the Mileage" or Cruel Sands of Time
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Hidden in the shell that is my now
I sometimes see the face that stares back to me from Pictures
The handsome smile of a younger face that stares at me through the veil of time
The face that lives inside the shell –fighting to get out
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I sent my soul wandering across a lonely desert in search of her heart.
A Red Desert Rose Blooming in the wasteland.
The Rose still blooms but I've lost its location
So instead my soul just wanders in the stifling heat –
Dying of thirst.
And the Cruel Sands of time tick on
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I watch you upon the stage of life.
Bringing a smile to my face.
Lifting the veil of tears from my eyes
Then disappearing behind a wall of mist
Then the lights go out
And the curtains fades on another day
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I wanted to runaway before I arrived
But instead I stayed
I wanted to hide-- wondered why I was there
But instead I stayed
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I Strolled beneath the shadows of the snowy mountain
A lonely walk in the chill night air.
The dark night sky looming over me
But somehow it is ok
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Observation/Question
How is it that on the same day one can look in the mirror and see one's reflection and somehow see a different image from earlier in the day. How can one say "Hey looking good" one minute and then be like "I look horrible" 15 minutes later. You pass in front of the mirror of life and it doesn't change. The mirror only reflects the images it sees and throws them back at you yet the eye and the mind can scramble those images and show you something different. Where is the reality –on the other side of the mirror? I'm sure everyone has had this experience unless you are a total narcissist. Why does the mind have so much power over the mirror that it can change what you see? And if the mind is this powerful that it can change images what else is it capable of?
BAC 04/25/2008
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Ok my overactive brain feels a little clearer.
Yes I know I blog way too much (sorry)
(I'm addicted to it lately) It is my dumping ground to keep my mind clear.
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