just a thought

"and when we can get our
heavy hearts to love lightly

this house of cards will become a home"

unknown artist

lost and found art

song lyrics for you all who want lyrics. play with this!!



verse 1.
come take my hand
where will we sit
your hand in mine
is such a good fit

(chorus)
where will we go
when all is said and done
I will be there if we can
finally have some fun

verse2
I know you have felt one level of release
let's keep going
and increase the inner peace

(chorus)

verse 3

Human consciousness has the potential
for infinite bliss
I will tell you now
you don't want to miss this

in each moment 1 and 2

1.
we keep irregular hours so will you

throw that blanket on me
sleep will come as daybreaks
some rather older type emotion shakes
shivers from my spine

you tell me
everything will be fine
I tell you
Don't listen to the words after wine
wine hits and misses
does not replace hugs and kisses

skipped the chapters
like forever after
to be more and more in each moment
become a decent and modest owner
of this sacred life I lead
nobody in the front or
back of the line knows how we plant a seed
until fingers in the ground
dirt damp solid lost and found

we will not all be gardeners
we will partake of abundance
we have green thumbs
and useless ones

and damn if I could remember
each longing from December
without the winter chill
we wonder what will remind us
of true seasons

when on the spirit of earth
we committed treason
mother take us home
grandmothers grandfathers
ascended ancestors we need you now
here and now
we need you now

2.
As I write I learn
thoughts aching to burn
have always turned here
to this place inside
and nobody feels it
the way you do
the way I do
all specific to you

please let kind words flow from me
please let the wind know and the earth too
please let the fire see all that I knew

I am done with words but they are not done with me
they want so badly to pour in a formation that
all can see
put together so many pieces of me
to get us where we can
really be free
lets get us so we can really get free

Useful now

I am on a brand new page
I have delivered a rainbow rage
no my last name was not always Sage

Inventions grow like weeds
not all need to be watered
at times they can just go back to seed

what is a weed anyway
if you cannot ask the purpose
through a thorough investigation
through the process of experimentation
and evaluation

people
this is how we learned to sustain ourselves
and no matter how you identify
this is what we must try

my focus breezes past those who are stuck
thinking the so called leaders will work all this out for us
we must liberate ourselves
strategically, consciously
our work is never done, and for that
may we give thanks

Orchid and Gray- Play (2 scenes)

Dark Orchid and Light Slate Gray

Melodrama and Part Prose

Scene 1: Big field, multi colored roses

Orchid: In the cool of the darkest evening

I spent my collection of stars

desperate for answers

I threw into the black pool of night water

a million tiny questions

only to find that nothing

could come to me, that was not already destined

to come to me.

 

Gray: But you change your mind several times a day, you used to love

the law of attraction concept. How will you receive what you

say you want if your heart and mind keep moving, how will

anything you say you want stick to such a quickly moving

target?

 

Orchid: So, you think this is just a complaint, Oh how sorry I am.

You always say you're not the complaint department

and what have I done, have I crossed a line

drawn in the wet sand, the dry sand blowing away our intentions

leaving us with only the moment?

well, take your moments with you I guess, since I am only

announcing loud brash noises into your temple.

 

Gray: You jump to conclusions to quickly. I was never implying I cannot hear you

only that the poetic power of your thoughts and desires be the ones that truly lead you

not anyone or anything you may choose to replace or destroy the originality of your

quest and the place you could land if you wished.


Scene 2: Back porch of a country side home.

Gray: As we sit, I am more and more aware that our feelings have only deepened. I still
cannot call you my love, say I love you after all these years. I still cannot hold a candle
 to the beauty when what calls me to speak about is the pain. Why do I convert good
memories to silt, to the soil below and then cover myself in all that we did wrong?

Orchid: No, no, really you weave in whatever flies into your fancy mind and become
your own enemy, just as you warn me not to become mine. Are we too similar?
Or as some suggest, are we from different planets? I assimilate to your moods
and am rewarded most often with indifference.

Gray: So that is how you see this, so that is how you feel. I know what I must do.
(Character stands, turns to face away from other person, takes a few steps toward the edge
of the porch )

(Scene Finished)

Scene 3.

 

True Story: Involves two of my Beloved Ancestors.

What color am I ?

Flower and Stilt- Short Story

Flower and Stilt had been married for over 45 years. They made two children together, a boy and a girl.

Like many families, this one had their struggles. Yet, overall, they had much happiness together. Each of the four of this small family was intelligent and compassionate. Each of the four of them had skills and talents respectively.

One day, after the boy and girl had grown into adults and left Flower and Stilt to enjoy retirement, which they really did, there was an incident that brought waves of many feelings and insights to the elderly couple.

Stilt was driving the car and Flower, as usual was in the passenger seat. At one point, when Stilt had been slowing down or had stopped, a man with a gun pointing at Stilt, told him to let him in the car, so, having no choice, Stilt allowed that.

Fear surged through his body, and his most prominent thought was that he hoped as hard as he could hope that Flower would not be harmed. He did not know it in the moment, but her huge fear at the time was that he would be harmed.

As they drove in tense, frightened silence, the man with the gun decided to speak.

How long have you been married? he asked. Stilt told him that they had been a couple for over four decades.

The man may have asked more questions which each elderly person did his or her best to answer.
At one point the man asked Flower what "color" he was.

She replied, calmly, "I don't know, sir."

He said, "That's right, we are all the same color here!!" Nobody disagreed.

Finally, the man requested that Stilt pull over. He did, and the man, who had taken their wedding rings, offered to give them back.

He says, "You probably want these back, don't you?"

They both agreed they would like them back. So he gave back what he would have stolen, and told them he wished they were his grandparents.

As he was leaving, Stilt offered to give him 20$. Now this was a whole lot more money in those days and I imagine Stilt offered it so that next time the man would just take a taxi. But the man refused to take his money, and left them to their shaken up, and relieved states.

Flower passed away before Stilt, but I am confident that the veil separating the living and the dead involve pacts that the living make with the dead and if Stilt ever wanted to find Flower again, he would. Their love for each other and their qualities too abundant to miss mean that they will be loved into the next world and on and on.

May the man that met these two on his path find his way to the merciful grace awaiting him after the human suffering has gone from his breath.

surrealist jokes

How many surrealists does it take to screw in a light bulb?

To get to the other side.

Or, I ask you, how many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?

Two, one to hold the giraffe, and one to put the clocks in the bath tub.