May 2010
11 posts
Heaven in a Car
Say goodbye to the stars,
Stop listening to your sign
They’ll tell you to stay where you are
Until they and mine align
Bid farewell to the friends
Who fill your head with anger
And buy your tickets in advance
They’ll keep you from your peaceful stranger
Take heed: be wary when life seems so ordinary
No one ever gets to heaven in a car
For when life is amazing and your guns are...
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The Girl Ran Away With A Clown
She was a dainty little thing
With a strawberry laugh and a chirp for a voice
Boys fell in line at her doorstep
But she ran away with a clown
She was her father’s pride His only memory of her mother And he would have held her forever But she ran away with a clown She had eyes you could look into And stay lost in for days Grown men tried to turn her head But she ran way with a clown
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When We Were Young
“Life was so new, so real, so right. Ages ago, last night.”
-Last Night When We Were Young, Frank Sinatra
When we were young we looked up with beaming faces
And expected in return, warm smiles of sunshine
We played until we were sent off to bed,
Our thoughts only on the promise of tomorrow
When we were young our imagination crossed
The boundaries of realistic expectation
Our...
How/When/Where I'll Meet Your Mother
“So tired, tired of waiting, tired of waiting for you…”
-The Kinks
One of the TV shows I follow religiously is CBS’ How I Met Your Mother. Over the years the show has taken viewers through the lives of several 20-somethings living in New York, told by the older version of the main character Ted Mosby as stories to his children. As the title suggests, most of the...
Random Realizations and Discoveries
1. The visual you see when Twitter is over capacity is called the “fail whale.”
2. Like the flash-sideways on Lost and the premise of all four Final Destination films, if something’s gotta happen, it’s gonna happen.
3. I don’t give myself enough credit for a lot of things.
4. It’s a lot of fun when conversations last for days. (And they say all this...
The End
I watch as life comes wailing forth
Into a farmer’s wretched life
I see a babe in his father’s arms
Beside them, the spent young wife
He grows up as a strong, young boy
Naive as farmers come
But within the fields through which he walks
He’s neither smart nor dumb
He works the land as his voice deepens
Upon his clothes the scent of earth
He chooses for himself a...
