its all kinda of a blurr who are we what are we doing where are we going why are we the way we are just a few things rolling around in the hollow spot on my shoulders no vacation this year it'll cost to much and what would be the point anyway its kinda like drinking its all still there when you get back only now you have less money than you did before said vacation and everything you didn't do while you where gone is still there so whats the point ah drinking escape into the bottle a little liquid vacation oh the fun your having floating in the bottle gee its nice to know the bottle is more of a help than me you presence was demanded and two days later you crawl in the bottle kinda says alot bout like the reaction to the last affair i'm still trying to comprehend that one oh i know "you just don't understand" your right i don't understand from where i sit its personal hers and none of your beeswax but that didn't stop the ears from turning red now apple crown its not like its a habit but it sure happens alot more than it every has oh well i'm just bitchin bout crap that well you know mountains molehills
just thinking out loud for all the world to see
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
i have never been a good student a good learner
but bless you teacher you have always been a good teacher
my lessons come hard i do not wish to learn
yet you persist teaching on constantly reiterating lessons
i wander i daydream i am carried away by flits of whimsy
you teach on determined that this lesson will be learned
i see things my own way i rail against the knowledge
still you persist in instilling this knowledge to me
i question but why i think it should be this way
teacher you constantly remind me i do it all wrong
i beat my head against the wall this i do not comprehend
again you explain again you explain again you explain
i laugh i ignore i proceed to do things in my own manner
failure failure failure failure failure you begin again
i am learned in three subjects
you continue bestowing the fourth subject
ever so dimly i begin to see the light
teacher you plod on reminding reiterating repeating
i sit dutifully i acknowledge i recite the long taught lesson
teacher finally imparted the long taught lesson
teacher i have finally learned the lesson
i am stupid
.............just thinking out loud for all the world to see...........
but bless you teacher you have always been a good teacher
my lessons come hard i do not wish to learn
yet you persist teaching on constantly reiterating lessons
i wander i daydream i am carried away by flits of whimsy
you teach on determined that this lesson will be learned
i see things my own way i rail against the knowledge
still you persist in instilling this knowledge to me
i question but why i think it should be this way
teacher you constantly remind me i do it all wrong
i beat my head against the wall this i do not comprehend
again you explain again you explain again you explain
i laugh i ignore i proceed to do things in my own manner
failure failure failure failure failure you begin again
i am learned in three subjects
you continue bestowing the fourth subject
ever so dimly i begin to see the light
teacher you plod on reminding reiterating repeating
i sit dutifully i acknowledge i recite the long taught lesson
teacher finally imparted the long taught lesson
teacher i have finally learned the lesson
i am stupid
.............just thinking out loud for all the world to see...........
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Morning
It's September. The days grow shorter. The nights grow longer. The light hours still swelter us. The dark hours are giving way to forgotten cool.
This morning did not burst forth as a July morning would have, all boisterous, thrusting it's oppressiveness upon us. This September morning crept in like a lover, gentled with caressingly sweet kisses.
The morning glories, a bevy of beautifully colored saucers. The grass glistens with morning dew. The faded sunflowers hang their heavy heads. A slight breeze aids the rising heat to dry the laundry. The hum of the AC. The silly kittens play all around my feet, climbing in the laundry basket, eager to help in any way. The tree crew removes troublesome branches from power lines. I quietly ask Spot, the rail thin pup from across the road, why he is in my yard and if he'd like some food? The faint scent of decay is carried on the wind. Probably an unfortunate litter mate. It is a gentle sleepy morning. Something that is a rarity.
....just thinking out loud for all the world to see....
Friday, September 2, 2016
Given by
US President Ronald Reagan in Berlin, Germany at the Brandenburg Gate on
June 12, 1987 (commemorating the 750th anniversary of Berlin) - "Tear
down this wall!" was the challenge issued to Soviet Union leader
Mikhail Gorbachev to destroy the BerlinWall.Nov 23, 2012
“It’s going to be a big, fat,
beautiful wall!” Trump shouted to cheering supporters Thursday night in San
Jose.
Gee, how would the big fat
beautiful wall be any different than the horrible wall we wanted torn down was?
oh yeah! that's right it'd be our wall so it'd be alright. Um, would it be
alright if Mexico wanted the wall built to keep Us out? hmm?
............just thinking out
loud for all the world to see.........
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