It's been the longest year of my life
In terms of struggle, in terms of strife
Not in a way that's measured by time
No, this year was measured in rhymes
From the choices I've made along this road
To being one step closer to the shore of our goals
You can talk with the ghosts inside your head
Or wake up and realize their already dead
Back some time ago, I nearly fell prey
To the zombies and demons leading me astray
To the vampires and werewolves tearing me apart
Back in the day, before I knew I had a heart
I would talk to a phantom I thought was me
An image of who I thought I could be
But that illusion grew dim as time marched on
And the picture was clear that I was wrong
The mistakes I made, believe it or not
Paved the way out of that parking lot
Of space in my mind and space in my soul
Made entirely of spiritual pot holes
But I wouldn't be here, making my way
To somewhere I promised you every day
And we'll be right there, hand in hand
As the cosmic symphonies resonate with our plans
I'll make it one day, with you in arms
As we crawl out bed to silence alarms
And we'll see our child's smile on his face
I'm so grateful for all the mistakes I've made
Monty Python's The Meaning of Life
The Galaxy Song
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, also known as The Meaning of Life, is a 1983 musical-sketch comedy film by the Monty Python team. Unlike Holy Grail and Life of Brian, this film's two immediate predecessors, which each told a single, more-or-less coherent story.
murphys law states,
"if you can have something you will".
I'm not sure that's copy written,
but oh well
I've got nothing but a cup
and it's freezing
thinking of you
passing season to season
if you had me would your past
would it be something youre afraid to feel
murphys law takes shape
afterall there is only space to fill
im not sure if that's been said
but I will not stop to say how I feel
I've got nothing, no pick me ups
I'm seeing with clear eyes
thinking of you and if you lie
the stores are a lunchmeat container
if you had me earth would be better
murphys law states
if you can have something you will
im not sure of one thing
i just hope i am your thrill
It's been a while since we drank wine,
On the borderline somewhere between love and great desire,
I was a miser, a pauper in the ways of romance,
With space in his heart for two but a want for one.
You were the elegant lotus flower,
Unfurling each delicate petal of venomous beauty,
I was taken aback with what I may never know,
Your eyes like none I'd ever seen before,
Possessing all the wisdom I need in this lifetime,
I stood shaken, a stray dog in the rain.
You beckoned to me to dance across celestial Babylon,
But in my haste and in my darkest hour to date,
I procrastinated and that glorious morning sun returned,
Ripping down each pathetic colour from the rainbow,
Until my whole world fell grey and limp,
And silence dawned upon my heart and I was then,
As I am now, alone, and so forever I shall stay,
'Til death do us part, my heart and I.
"You have always had such Time, Fool,
that you say you wish you could have
to do these things you wish to do."
What a slap in the face such Truth can be;
told from one Fool to another.
I always have the Time to do what I seek to do
no matter what and/or who else occupies the space
that surrounds me at any time.
If only I could so easily break down my mental walls
without them reconstructing while I sleep,
(literally or figuratively, your choice,)
and just fucking acknowledge it constantly:
It's there waiting so patiently to be recognized.
All the Time you could ever hope to have
to do what ever you could hope to do.
Of course, this has it's limitations.
For instance, I cannot wait to see the Sun explode,
no matter how fucking breathtaking it would probably be.
We all can be stubborn.
What is she and where did she come from?
She's an extraordinary terrestrial.
A girl from out of my space
but belongs so natural.
The stars in that beautiful night sky
Why are they so familiar?
Why is it when I see here eyes
That Gemini is still there?
I want to be part of her astronomy
Study my heart racing at comet speed
To her love that's worth a fortune like astrology
I've discovered a celestial body.
Native American Code Of Ethics:
Rise with the sun to pray. Pray alone. Pray often.
The Great Spirit will listen, if you only speak.
Be tolerant of those who are lost on their path.
Ignorance, conceit, anger, jealousy and greed stem
from a lost soul. Pray that they will find guidance.
Search for yourself, by yourself. Do not allow others
to make your path for you. It is your road, and
yours alone. Others may walk it with you,
but no one can walk it for you.
Treat the guests in your home with much consideration.
Serve them the best food, give them the best
bed and treat them with respect and honor.
Do not take what is not yours whether from
a person, a community,the wilderness or from a
culture. It was not earned nor given. It is not yours.
Respect all things that are placed upon
this earth – whether it be people or plant.
Honor other people’s thoughts, wishes and words.
Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them.
Allow each person the right to personal expression.
Never speak of others in a bad way. The negative
energy that you put out into the universe
will multiply when it returns to you.
All persons make mistakes.
And all mistakes can be forgiven.
Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind,
body and spirit. Practice optimism.
Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us.
They are part of your worldly family.
Children are the seeds of our future. Plant
love in their hearts and water them with
wisdom and life’s lessons. When they
are grown, give them space to grow.
Avoid hurting the hearts of others.
The poison of your pain will return to you.
Be truthful at all times. Honesty is the
test of one’s will within this universe.
Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental self, Spiritual
self, Emotional self, and Physical self – all need
to be strong, pure and healthy. Work out
the body to strengthen the mind. Grow
rich in spirit to cure emotional ails.
Make conscious decisions as to who
you will be and how you will react. Be
responsible for your own actions.
Respect the privacy and personal space of
others. Do not touch the personal property of
others – especially sacred and religious
objects. This is forbidden.
Be true to yourself first. You cannot
nurture and help others if you cannot
nurture and help yourself first.
Respect others religious beliefs.
Do not force your belief on others.
Share your good fortune with others.
Participate in charity.
Sun coming up with my head over the lake
Breathing cold air in as last night fades
Split tales flip against blue sky
Trees of green shadow my eyes
My mind's troubles
ripple far from the shore
and I – hurt no more
She rambles on her guitar
Feet toes barely touching the water
Sounds and light flicker in space
She sings songs of “finding peace”
And my mind's trouble
ripples far from the shore
I - hurt no more
Couple of beers, shooting pool at the bar
Drinking with friends who don’t know who you are
Outside the night air is driftin’ off of the lake
Easy now to smell the coming of change
My mind's troubles
ripple far from the shore
and I - Hurt no More
Hear the waves crashing on the sand
my heart skips a beat when he grabs my hand.
Listen to you breathe lying next to me
Curled up close I begin to dream
[she even added the line at the end "Hear the waves crashing on the sand, My heart skips a beat when he grabs my hand"]
Oh look – look at that!
It’s cloudy and the skies are leaking!
Has it always been like this?
I’m trying to remember something beautiful…
But these memories
I don’t notice how drenched I am those times when I think about your eyes – I’m focusing – squinting to see something between the raindrops. I do that because I’m trying to remember why those eyes held my gaze in the first place.
Am I to always be a duck quacking for breadcrumbs?
Scarfing them down – quickly as if to free up space for the more to come.
I know there have to be more. Because I of all people deserve more. I do. I swear I do. I tell myself more is coming when I start choking on the wetness.
It's the only way to keep going - you have to trick yourself
It'll be better the next time even! Yea… yea it’ll be better –you know? ...the next time?
Because I can give it back even better... I want to give it too. I still give away the little dryness I have as soon as I get it… and I don’t expect anything back… but I do need more. As much as I try to hide it - as much as I look like I’m enjoying dancing in the rain and splashing in the puddles- I'm not
I’m always wet and cold.
I hate it so much.
I cry too much and it won’t stop leaking just like the skies.
I feel it streaking down my cheeks like raindrops on windshields. I let it run down the length of body and get caught in a pool in my belly button.
And so I laugh because I hate being cold and wet and in the rain but I’m still standing here. And the puddle in my belly button slides out and joins my teardrops – which combined with the rain makes me look normal I guess…
But in reality I’m just nakedly standing there…and it's so lonely.
It’s my entire fault too – No, it is. I’m a sponge on the inside.
I soak up every bit of moisture and stay wet – while everyone else is dry.
I daydream about being dry. I look down at my reflection in the puddles at my feet and see what it would be like to be dry. Sometimes I squat down and look really closely. I’ve even gone so far as to stick my head in and open my eyes – and it feels normal.
My eyes are open and I see me … doing those special things with you – that special someone. The Nicholas Sparks’ kind of special someone. The special someone that I see myself looking back to when I’m old and wrinkly and saying, “when I was with him I didn’t even notice I was drenched...I believed I was dry”.
But then I start getting a tingling feeling in my nose when I realize “oh silly, dumb, stupid me – I know I can’t breathe underwater”. And it’s true. I can’t. But I’ll try again tomorrow. Just watch.
I could use a towel. I would love an umbrella. A hot cup of tea would soothe me nicely. But your hands… those special someone hands are who I need to receive them from. Because they are the nicest. And I deserve the nicest.
There's just one problem: I can’t reach them through the puddle…
I feel so much more at home
when the Sun isn't shown;
Walking the streets at Night
while my side of the World sleeps.
Not for some sought after seclusion,
but rather because I just like it.
Billions of specks perforate the blackened sky
as billions of Neurons fire and forget.
Nighttime is mystical;
the inner self has more space to fill than in the daytime,
wherein the gaps are filled for us
by assholes in fancy offices we pay for
who weave tapestries of demagoguery
in front of nice cameras
and behind closed doors:
Clear as Day,
Clever as Night.
Though Day has it's place,
Night is it's balance.
Night is the supple ripeness of potential
where Day is the actualization of potential.
Nyx is the Goddess of the Night;
mother of Sleep, Dreams and Death.
A strange and shy Goddess of Occlusion,
Keeper of the darkened Gateways
of deeper and truer Understanding.
Night is a Dream;
a magical time of mythical atonement
for both Body and the Mind:
a time nearly separate from time,
a time of my own.
Alas, daybreak is neigh.