A Man

Walking through the streets one day

In the pouring rain,

There strode a man,

With droplets running down his brow

And dripping from his mane.

A man dressed all in black, 

Very nondescript as a matter of fact,

Not handsome or ugly,

Or even interesting to look at.

He wore no scarf

Nor watch nor hat,

But a man he was,

As simple as that.

He was a man 

Neither silly nor vain,

A man with little worth in just his name

For he bore no titles and desired no fame.

He was a man of an ordinary sort,

With no tales to tell 

Or adventures to report.

A man he was, 

Though simple and plain,

With no wealth or estate he could rightfully claim;
Without embellishments or worldly acclaim,

Yet a man he was,

A man all the same.

Hypothetically Speaking

What if I stopped trying to hide

And simply let go of my folly and pride?

What if today were the day

I gave up on the games

And stopped being so preoccupied with issues of shame?

What if I stopped trying so hard

And simply let go and let God?

What if today were the day

All your dreams came true?

Would it be worth all the things you had to go through?

What if you found out

You only had hours to live,

Would you still be proud of all the things you did?

What if you lost the thing

You've been holding on to with all your might,

Would you still have the courage to plod on and fight?

What if after all the years 

Of being adamant and headstrong,

We suddenly woke up to find we were wrong?

What if we gave our best

Even when the way got rough,

And found that our best was not good enough?

What if we had all the answers,

Would we still have questions?

And if we had no questions,

Could we still learn life's lessons?

What if we abandoned all lies

And lived only for truth

Would we be humble enough 

To accept the truth about me and you?

What if we stopped being enemies

And tried to be friends

Would the time we had left suffice to make full amends?

What if you were me and I were you

Do you think we each could walk a whole mile in the other's shoe?

Brandy "Warm It Up (with love)" Music Video

With all the stuff going on in today's world, I just feel like this is a video with a powerful message that should be shared.

Who says TV is all JUNK and no substance?

In yet another departure from what I usually do on this blog, I'd like to share a couple of quotes that have spoken to me lately. They are both from television so those of you looking for classical literature or something a little more hoity-toity shouldn't get your hopes up. Anyway, here they are:

"At a certain point in your life, probably when too much of it has gone by, you will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are, especially for everything that made you different from all the awful normals. And you will say to yourself, 'But I am this person.' And in that statement- that correction- there will be a kind of love." Miss Dodger, Phoebe in Wonderland

"Unacknowledged feelings are like a drunken cousin at a family reunion.They never shut up so you can hear anyone else and you have to be able to hear what's next in your life, what path you might want to travel down... you have to be able to see what's right there, right there, right in front of your eyes..." Nora Walker, Brothers & Sisters

On Being

Originally ordinary,

Uniquely gifted,

Singularly me...

My life a journey, 

My days an Odyssey,

A work of art in the making,

Each second a brushstroke 

on virgin canvas;

The swift motion of passing moments

weaving fresh strings into the living tapestry.

This is the beauty of our being,

The lustre of individual lives 

Whose sum total reflects

The essence of existence...

The splendour of the great

I AM

Life

Energy in action

Poetry in motion

Honest and false;

Fair and foul;

Gentle and violent

Romp around on the same playground

Light and dark;

Truth and error;

Fact and fallacy

Lie together in the same bed

Endless possibility,

Journey with no itinerary,

River ever flowing,

Tapestry ceaselessly evolving,

Hands tirelessly working,

Matchless artwork unresting in the carving...

Confessions of an Emotional Junkie

Damn gotta get me a hit!

Been a while since my last fix

And I already got the jitters.

Usin’ is pain

But not usin’ is pure hell.

Spend my days hopped up on the stuff

And it feels so good.

My nights are kaleidoscopic -

It’s trance-coloured, psychedelic bliss baby.

Obsession with the next fix occupies my lucid moments:

Where I’mma get it,

Who gonna supply it,

How I’mma enjoy the rush

And keep my lil secret safe.

The best part is I pay nothing.

Dealers don’t know they dealin’

Victims don’t know they bein’ victimized-

Everybody wins!

…Everybody but me.

I feed myself on fantasy,

Flatter myself with honey-scented lies

That make me feel better

And take my mind off the things

I need to,

But don’t want to, think about:

I objectify

And project 

Anxieties, fears, pressure, expectations

Through other eyes.

Combined with copious amounts of guilt and judgment,

You get a heady, intoxicating concoction

Guaranteed to give you the ultimate rush.

Am I a masochist?

Maybe a little.

Cause I’m locked in a prison of my own design

Yet cannot bring myself to use the key dangling from my neck

To free myself.

Freedom is foreign

And hurt is my drug,

That’s how I get my buzz.

I’m so far gone;

I’m in so deep;

I’m down so low

That the low gives me a high

And makes me fly

Up to the sky-

I’m way up there like my own constellation.

I’m speeding like a comet.

I blaze up on re-entry

Till I hit the ground

In a smoldering crater.

Then I’m up again,

Caught in my perpetual

Crash and burn cycle.