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| Random 2007 thoughts: 2007 December: the best have already said it best: "...of man's inhumanity to man..." and "...when everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive..." Happy Christmas. November: This "two roads diverged in a wood" thing just doesn't stop, does it? October: The system is good, so you must be better. "What are you trying to tell me, that I can dodge bullets?" "No...I'm trying to tell you that, when you're ready, you won't have to." When the people of the Earth are truly ready for peace, it won't need a revolution; it will simply "happen." September: From the bull to the ram to the fish...and I, teaching at Wellman Hall. Well-man, "well" worker. Aquarius. The new age will come, ~2150 AD, though Pahana will come when? Here in Cali? I set my sites on Yosemite and the Hav-Musuvs... Flying canoes and stories unwrit... August: Two roads (or were they paths?) diverged in a wood; or was it on barren land? One took to law and wore a star, while the other spread terror near and far...Ringo. California, from Davisville. Living on (Michael) Daniels Street. Genesis 6:14, seen in the movie, Evan Almighty. How bizarre (or is it bizzare?). July: Questions, perpetual questions..."Even when poems are written no more, questions and answers will flow to the shore." Here, once again in the land of blood, of caucasians, of pain/bruises...red, white and blue...a job to do, but what? May: Nothing for April...and May's keeping mum...my will not nill; still, better days May come... (10 syllablue...twice) March: How very random it all is, how chance-ful it all unfolds...how very lucky we are for every breath we take, for each extra breath, each additional day we are permitted to continue this dance...how cold and uncaring it all seems, at times...how little ones fade to naught...how naively we thank God for sparing someone (or even for such trivialities as winning a sport's game) and yet this same Being saves not others? How childishly superstitious we are...how blind... February: Waiting to see where I'm headed~ so much going on, really...hope you're happy and content, whoever and whereever you are. January: Busy. I've said it before, shown it: BU$Y. Keep them busy enough with holidays and distractions/entertainment, and they'll sleep through each oportunity for rebellion. Not even time to catch our breath. Sleep, perchance to dream... |