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Today I want to dedicate this poem to those immigrants who sacrificed their lives to come to America because they believe coming here is the answer to their
prayers
A better life
Toot toot as you run through the fields
And u run through the fields
With your heart beating
Don't you look back
Don't you look back
Swish swish as the water hits the boat
And the boat is sailing, the wind is singing
You can't turn back
There's no turning back
Whir whir as the helicopters dive
And the gunshots fly, hits the whites of their eyes
Time won't turn back
Time can't turn back
Yum yum as the blood drowns the sea
And the sea holds a space for another tragedy
Time must go on
Time just goes on
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The Secret of the Tree
Today in HermanVille I was told a story. I was peacefully reconnoitering our wonderful gardens. I was stopped by a citizen who sat me down on one of our beautiful cedar benches and began to tell me the following story. It left an indelible mark. I'll share it with you.
The Secret of the Tree
Once, years ago, there stood a half-man by a tree contemplating the meaning of life. He came up with no conclusion and shed no tear for he was only half
of what he was supposed to be.
He began to walk away from the tree wanting to just fade into the horizon he saw up ahead. But suddenly he could go no further for he had come upon a fork
in the road. And being only half of the what he was supposed to be he could not divide himself and take both paths simultaneously. To this the tree just
laughed at the half-man's dilemma. Such a sound it made. It's only purpose seemingly was to echo inside the half-man's brain at a pitch so loud as to cause
a tear to be shed.
The tear rolled down the half-man's cheek and landed on the dusty ground. In its place a flower grew. The half-man became awed and within him began to
swell the feeling of the possession of beauty.
He bent down and picked the flower by the root and put it in his pocket thinking his possession would be the safest there.
Suddenly finding courage, the half-man took a path to walk..The tree replied with a chuckle and a rustling of its leaves.
And the half-man walked and walked and walked, fading into the horizon, losing the courage he once possessed.
He stopped, feeling old and tired. He decided to take his flower out of his pocket for more inspiration so he might go on. But when his hand went to grasp
it, the flower, dried and dead, crumbled through his fingers.
Suddenly a high pitch echoed through the half-man's brain. He turned around and saw the tree that he had once stood by and contemplated the meaning of
life.
The half-man realized that he had wound up exactly where he had started from.
Once again the tree emitted its unique tone only to again cause a tear to roll down the half-man's face. But this time the tear did not fall to the ground
for the half-man caught it in his hand and he became whole.
The Secret of the Tree
Once, years ago, there stood a half-man by a tree contemplating the meaning of life. He came up with no conclusion and shed no tear for he was only half
of what he was supposed to be.
He began to walk away from the tree wanting to just fade into the horizon he saw up ahead. But suddenly he could go no further for he had come upon a fork
in the road. And being only half of the what he was supposed to be he could not divide himself and take both paths simultaneously. To this the tree just
laughed at the half-man's dilemma. Such a sound it made. It's only purpose seemingly was to echo inside the half-man's brain at a pitch so loud as to cause
a tear to be shed.
The tear rolled down the half-man's cheek and landed on the dusty ground. In its place a flower grew. The half-man became awed and within him began to
swell the feeling of the possession of beauty.
He bent down and picked the flower by the root and put it in his pocket thinking his possession would be the safest there.
Suddenly finding courage, the half-man took a path to walk..The tree replied with a chuckle and a rustling of its leaves.
And the half-man walked and walked and walked, fading into the horizon, losing the courage he once possessed.
He stopped, feeling old and tired. He decided to take his flower out of his pocket for more inspiration so he might go on. But when his hand went to grasp
it, the flower, dried and dead, crumbled through his fingers.
Suddenly a high pitch echoed through the half-man's brain. He turned around and saw the tree that he had once stood by and contemplated the meaning of
life.
The half-man realized that he had wound up exactly where he had started from.
Once again the tree emitted its unique tone only to again cause a tear to roll down the half-man's face. But this time the tear did not fall to the ground
for the half-man caught it in his hand and he became whole.
Rocks
today's weather: gray with chance of falling rocks
Today I was walking around and noticed someone sitting on a bench biting his fingernails and shaking his left leg. I went along and saw a bunch of people
by a tree smoking weed. I kept along some more and noticed a girl crying hysterically into a bunch of crumpled tissues. I noticed a psychiatrist sitting outside his office with a sign written in red with two words "help schism". At his feet was an assortment of different legal narcotics that got dispensed depending on the situation. He kept picking up one bottle at a time and letting the rainbow of colored pills just slide through his fingers and cascade into a pyramid onto the floor. Behind him we can see that his office that was once proud is now in shambles adorned by pretty flowers or weeds depending on which side of the coin you are on today. The distant look in his red rimmed tired eyes let you know that he's gone elsewhere. What is going on? Everyone seems
to be stressed out and anxiety ridden running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Are our heads cut off? Has society gotten so complicated that
we are not able to cope with it anymore or are we just not emotionally wired for the future? The one's who help may sometimes need help too and they don't know where to go.
Hey, we have a drug for that! Is the food that we eat killing us or has life just become a giant conspiracy for drug companies? Too many questions, not enough answers. In my years in
this place I've learned that we can only control how we behave towards others and ourselves. If you realize that you can create something you should also
realize that you can stop it. The next time I see someone in that state I am going to stop and try to help.
In the meantime I will lament through song and poem so that even one person might feel that they are not alone:
"Why am I always tired
Always cold and uninspired
Is it the air that I breathe
or the things that I believe?"
Today I was walking around and noticed someone sitting on a bench biting his fingernails and shaking his left leg. I went along and saw a bunch of people
by a tree smoking weed. I kept along some more and noticed a girl crying hysterically into a bunch of crumpled tissues. I noticed a psychiatrist sitting outside his office with a sign written in red with two words "help schism". At his feet was an assortment of different legal narcotics that got dispensed depending on the situation. He kept picking up one bottle at a time and letting the rainbow of colored pills just slide through his fingers and cascade into a pyramid onto the floor. Behind him we can see that his office that was once proud is now in shambles adorned by pretty flowers or weeds depending on which side of the coin you are on today. The distant look in his red rimmed tired eyes let you know that he's gone elsewhere. What is going on? Everyone seems
to be stressed out and anxiety ridden running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Are our heads cut off? Has society gotten so complicated that
we are not able to cope with it anymore or are we just not emotionally wired for the future? The one's who help may sometimes need help too and they don't know where to go.
Hey, we have a drug for that! Is the food that we eat killing us or has life just become a giant conspiracy for drug companies? Too many questions, not enough answers. In my years in
this place I've learned that we can only control how we behave towards others and ourselves. If you realize that you can create something you should also
realize that you can stop it. The next time I see someone in that state I am going to stop and try to help.
In the meantime I will lament through song and poem so that even one person might feel that they are not alone:
"Why am I always tired
Always cold and uninspired
Is it the air that I breathe
or the things that I believe?"
Art of Procrastination
Today in Herman Ville, it's cloudy with a chance of procrastination.
Let's say you know someone. You know this person really well. In fact you can say that you are intimate with this person. Dare I say that you are lost twins. When you look in the mirror, that almost looks like you. You differ in one important way, the other person knows better than you when it comes to certain things. Like not putting things off for so long that you wind up carrying it around and becoming an emotional hunchback. Today I am the hunchback. I put off for so long to blog that it made me sick and tired of myself. I'm tired and so fed up today that I need to wipe away the cobwebs, open the blinds, let some air in and just let it all go. Whatever that may entail I just don't want to choke on my dusty thoughts. To many ghosts in this film. Best part about this is that I already wrote a bunch of things that I for whatever reason just never got around to posting. My mind is my full of stuff and today we are having a garage sale of sorts. Everything must go. Buy one get one free and cyber Monday will be extended till the new year where lots of specials will surprise and amaze!
Let's say you know someone. You know this person really well. In fact you can say that you are intimate with this person. Dare I say that you are lost twins. When you look in the mirror, that almost looks like you. You differ in one important way, the other person knows better than you when it comes to certain things. Like not putting things off for so long that you wind up carrying it around and becoming an emotional hunchback. Today I am the hunchback. I put off for so long to blog that it made me sick and tired of myself. I'm tired and so fed up today that I need to wipe away the cobwebs, open the blinds, let some air in and just let it all go. Whatever that may entail I just don't want to choke on my dusty thoughts. To many ghosts in this film. Best part about this is that I already wrote a bunch of things that I for whatever reason just never got around to posting. My mind is my full of stuff and today we are having a garage sale of sorts. Everything must go. Buy one get one free and cyber Monday will be extended till the new year where lots of specials will surprise and amaze!
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