(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself)
“You can not
find love.
Love must find you.
In order for love
to find you,
you must make of your self
a big hole.
How could one fall
in love with you
if there is nowhere
to fall?”
...from when it was Time For Bed...The Nature’s Song The wind whistles past the summer stream, The sun shines of a beautiful beam, The colorful animals from all around, Make their noises with perfect sound. The songs of birds drift past the trees, With millions and millions of bumble bees, buzzing in their hive with plenty of honey, To bees, the honey is mostly like money, From all around the world, animals stir, The worlds full of movements, and different sound The animals all have their own type of song. Magdalena Sage Panian (I refrained from doing anything but normalizing the spelling.... Love what she's doing here with her syntax and sentence structure.)
(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.)"I'm sorry. I have more self-important things to do."
“Finish what you’re doing and clean up your mess, kid. It’s time for bed.”
“Ok, dad.”
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“I said, it’s time for bed! It’s been ten minutes. STOP what you’re doing and get your butt upstairs.”
“OK, dad.”
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“Maggie, I’m Serious. It’s already a half-hour after your bedtime and tomorrow’s a school-day. Come on.”
“OK! I just have to finish this!”
“No, you don’t. It’s time for bed. I’m not going to tell you again.”
“But dad, I just want to finish this poem!”
“Look, I said…….what?….”
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“….oh…….um…okay……well…..just don’t take too long….”
a criss-cross pattern of moving metal and flesh at acute angles interwoven through green, trees, concrete and rails. and bridges over the rails. an open weave patchwork blanket quilt of animal, vegetable and mineral vying--always vying--for the light
(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself)"Nothing is more impressive than someone who never tries to impress.""...which makes me sound a bit too much like I'm trying to impress with my sparkling wit...which is...umm...rather unimpressive....""...unless of course that was my plan all along, to unimpress with my feigned attempt to impress, knowing full well how impressive it would truly be..."
A Prayer Like Gravity 