I guess you could say my heart holds a special place for you. Yes, after all these years I've known you. I miss you while your out of sight for a few weeks but then I see a glimmer of your light, it squeezes through the night sky, the smile slowly widens into a full blown beaming eye poppin radiant glow. It's kind of hard not to take you personally, through thick and thin and over the course of my life time, many moons and memories ago... the moon, as wonderous and breathtaking as ever!
* Lovin the view from here my old fatihful companion.. You, the one, my only moon. Here- heres a wish, a kiss and hug for you.. bounce it back to everyone here would you?, for those who see you and appreciates your far out ways and who are mooniacs like me. xo
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
My world, Your world, Our world...
... "What is prejudice"?
... "Ah umm, I think it's when shumbuee is sick".
Friday, January 07, 2011
Words and Birds
Word! Words are like beautiful birds that flock together. The right combination of words used to convey a concept is like a mouth watering meal. The written and spoken word when pieced together correctly is so satisfying. A well strung sentence is a symphony of sound to hear, appetizing and pleasing to read, the blend is magic and delicious, strong, gentle, heart warming and alarming, spellbinding and repulsive. Words to the listener, speaker, reader and writer are like clay to the potter, paint on a pallet., chemicals to the chemist and fuel to the rocket.
The power of the spoken and written word is potent and prompts every emotion possible, from pain and glory to elation, frustration, indignation and adoration. So much to be said about words... their meaning, symbolic of any given time in history, the present moment and the future. WORD
Here's a fantastic example of words in flight resplendent with a wide variety of dives and leaps, launches, spins, twists and turns, thought provoking, punny and fun down and not too dirty, up high, dry, witty and wise combinations of words.
From long time friend and confidant; Mark Livingston de Las Vegas, New Mexico. Thanks Mark!
To steal idea from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
You're never too old to learn something stupid.
The power of the spoken and written word is potent and prompts every emotion possible, from pain and glory to elation, frustration, indignation and adoration. So much to be said about words... their meaning, symbolic of any given time in history, the present moment and the future. WORD
Here's a fantastic example of words in flight resplendent with a wide variety of dives and leaps, launches, spins, twists and turns, thought provoking, punny and fun down and not too dirty, up high, dry, witty and wise combinations of words.
From long time friend and confidant; Mark Livingston de Las Vegas, New Mexico. Thanks Mark!
A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to re-frame or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.
War does not determine who is right -- only who is left.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.
We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public.
Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening,' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.
War does not determine who is right -- only who is left.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.
We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public.
Evening news is where they begin with 'Good evening,' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
To steal idea from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. My desk is a work station.
How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "In an emergency, notify:" I put " a DOCTOR."
I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says "In an emergency, notify:" I put " a DOCTOR."
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas! *Some cause happiness wherever they go.. Others, whenever they go.
I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
I always take life with a grain of salt plus a slice of lemon and a shot of tequila.
You're never too old to learn something stupid.
To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are after it as when you are in it.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Year Out Year In
The baton of time is being passed, time marches, races, speeds, goes by at any given moment seemingly slowly, sometimes fast, statically, sporadically, intermittently constantly, fleetingly, always moving passing by waiting for no one. Change occurs in the stillness and in the flurry of activity, in a surge, a thrust, a sound, a wave length, sequentially in order. The clock Non-stop, the clock ticks our hearts beat, interrupted only by malware, malfunction, ache or break. Unwavering outstretched hands of time continue keeping track of the seconds, minutes, hours. Yesterday turns into today, tonight slips into tomorrow. Last years ups and downs, smiles and frowns, tears and cheers gave way to this years hopes, dreams, triumphs, tragedies, spills and chills and will make way for next years delights, disappointments, milestones and mistakes which will remind me how curious, fun, interesting, breathtaking, bad, bitter, better and beautiful life is. What was, is, yet to unfold remains at the mercy of time, tables, lines, land marks, dates, history, the present, the future, how life takes place constantly measured, calculated, considered, referenced and changing.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Luxuriously Lunar
What a spectacle we have on our hands, what a show. The earth robes the moon with her black velvet, dark blue shadow. The sun whispers it's celestial secrets to you from behind the scenes. Light, color, space bend, bump, grind, glide, slip and slide into a perfectly orchestrated dance, a luxurious and smooth award winning, spell binding performance. It's the Waldorf Astoria, The Copacabana, Radio City Music Hall and Carnegie Hall all wrapped up into one amazing theater. The eyes full of stars witness an uncommon sight to behold.
The Swan dives as the heavens display the minuet of magic. We marvel and wonder, study and observe the vastness of the stage. Each movement as subtle as the moon is big. As dramatic as the final curtain call. Mean while on-lookers in the astronomical, astrological, scientific, physics, environmental, sociological, biological, zoological and romantic schools of thought ponder the natural, cosmic activity with excitement, great anticipation, hope for everything and anything that can be harvested from such a phenomenal moment in time and space.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Our Lady of Guadalupe
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thank you!
Thank you for the love, the shared times of our lives we cared, we dared to be thankful, to savor every drop, every single thing, to be grateful for and happy about, in awe of, humbled by and honored with. How thankful I am for you, for the simplest and most spectacular times. How can I ever thank you enough. Thank you very very much. Sincerely yours, me
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