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“I am a nomad and I am pissed off. So I will take a long walk.”
~EL FORASTERO
Towards Love
I have packed my parcels
Each, in hope, wrapped
With love
Bundled wants and dreams
Ideas of future things
And love
They fit in well-worn cases
Stamped from those past
I’ve loved
I stand gazing at the glowing way
Marked out with lighted signs
Of love
I leave them there, my precious packs
Unburdening my heart and mind
For love
I step into the shining path
With a wind behind my back
Towards love
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Striking and curiously rare
A beauty among the drought
Providence placed you there
A hope among the doubt
A succulent in an espresso cup…
You are the Light
You are the Light
by THE INNOCENCE MISSION
And I would like to cry in the car
The blue violet hills and the voice of Neil Young
I left the flowers outside your door
Your curtains were flying
Though you were not at home
And I can only say that I have hoped for you
Safety from fears and darkness
Are you feeling better than before?
There’s a hidden life for everyone
Sorrow remains though you can tell no-one
The Host on your tongue is a perfect moon
It does shine inside you
You shine into the room
And I can only say that I have hoped for you
Safety from fears and darkness
Are you feeling better than before?
Down in the hallways in wintertime
There is your great kindness
And you are the light
And I can only say that I have hoped for you
Safety from fears and darkness
Are you feeling better than before?
And I can only say that I have hoped for you
Safety from fears and darkness
Are you feeling better than before?
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
~EMILY DICKINSON
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It’s all right
We’ve got nowhere else to be tonight
We’ve got nothing between us to hide
It was a pleasant surprise
To be here in your eyes
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He looked at me, with his piercing visage that’s always ready to tell you like it is. “You’ve loved enough,” he said. “And you have scars, just none that people can see.”
Total Entertainment Forever
Speaking of the future…
Total Entertainment Forever
by FATHER JOHN MISTY
Bedding Taylor Swift
Every night inside the Oculus Rift
After mister and the missus finish dinner and the dishes
And now the future’s definition is so much higher than it was last year
It’s like the images have all become real
And someone’s living my life for me out in the mirror
No, can you believe how far we’ve come
In the New Age?
Freedom to have what you want
In the New Age we’ll all be entertained
Rich or poor, the channels are all the same
You’re a star now, baby, so dry your tears
You’re just like them
Wake on up from the nightmare
Come on
Oh ho oh
Oh
Oh ho oh
No gods to rule us
No drugs to soothe us
No myths to prove stuff
No love to confuse us
Not bad for a race of demented monkeys
From a cave to a city to a permanent party
Come on
Oh ho oh
Oh
Oh ho oh
When the historians find us we’ll be in our homes
Plugged into our hubs
Skin and bones
A frozen smile on every face
As the stories replay
This must have been a wonderful place
~Lyrics from Genius~
Proximity Problem
Nothing seems permanent here anymore – things and people and my relationship to them. My future with them feels slippery. Things happen, they could go away at any moment, and often do.
I should start saying to people and things, before there is distance:
“Thank you for the pleasure of your proximity. I hope we meet again.”
The Mountain
“Boys, I finally finished folding that mountain of laundry.” I said, weakly. I’d been at it for days.
They applauded me, meagerly.