Stop
I got a groove on and started to feel
When I opened my eyes and saw this wheel
There were no grapes, but the best oranges in town
The wheel had an axis and even the fruits were round.
The wheel gelled to the music and started to move
I notice little picture frames painted on its groove
A film of water on the top said Heaven and I could also tell
That the pictures below said hell, folk didn't look so swell.
A girl in the Alps of Switzerland
Sniffing a flower that she holds in her right hand
A man on top and a woman below him
Each don't know what is without and within
A laborer's meal once a day, his salads tossed
He watches slowly the dripping of the hot sauce.
The wheel is still spinning in incessant motion
These people are happy, harboring pleasant notions
But when their smiles disappear in a blinding flare
I am puzzled; I haven't seen the word STOP painted below every square
I got a groove on and started to feel
When I opened my eyes and saw this wheel
There were no grapes, but the best oranges in town
The wheel had an axis and even the fruits were round.
The wheel gelled to the music and started to move
I notice little picture frames painted on its groove
A film of water on the top said Heaven and I could also tell
That the pictures below said hell, folk didn't look so swell.
A girl in the Alps of Switzerland
Sniffing a flower that she holds in her right hand
A man on top and a woman below him
Each don't know what is without and within
A laborer's meal once a day, his salads tossed
He watches slowly the dripping of the hot sauce.
The wheel is still spinning in incessant motion
These people are happy, harboring pleasant notions
But when their smiles disappear in a blinding flare
I am puzzled; I haven't seen the word STOP painted below every square
Pointlessness
Working too much does not leave one with a moment to spare. I continue to take pleasure in familiar notes. And have not read something new in a while. I received a letter from my credit card company today.
Like that poem where 600 people ride into the valley of death and just before the moment of reckoning Tennyson realizes just as I did today:
Someone had blundered.
They increased my credit limit. I actually felt happy for a while. Something has got to change.
Working too much does not leave one with a moment to spare. I continue to take pleasure in familiar notes. And have not read something new in a while. I received a letter from my credit card company today.
Like that poem where 600 people ride into the valley of death and just before the moment of reckoning Tennyson realizes just as I did today:
Someone had blundered.
They increased my credit limit. I actually felt happy for a while. Something has got to change.
Greatness
Non violence is not about perfection. It is a gradual process, much like absorbing water slow like a clay pot with orifices. But when you see perfection you don't write. You look and absorb.
Here are two links that are perfect as far as writing goes:
Link 1
Link 2
Non violence is not about perfection. It is a gradual process, much like absorbing water slow like a clay pot with orifices. But when you see perfection you don't write. You look and absorb.
Here are two links that are perfect as far as writing goes:
Link 1
Link 2
Vote
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and came tumbling down
And Jill came tumbling after.
What is the matter with us
Have we even forgotten to walk Sister Jill
No I think the problem is Brother Jack
That to fetch water we have to climb a hill.
Alas Alas Jack beat his breast
Fate is so cruel in his diary he wrote
Jill stomped on his pen and tore the page
Don't moan Jack, you forgot to vote.
And so it passes that on this day
Jack and Jill will go to the poll
To choose a person that can and will
Change the town, state and even the world.
They hope for water in their house
And are tired of climbing these stupid heights
Their candidate will do their bidding as he enjoys
State funded homes, cars and air conditioned nights.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and came tumbling down
And Jill came tumbling after.
What is the matter with us
Have we even forgotten to walk Sister Jill
No I think the problem is Brother Jack
That to fetch water we have to climb a hill.
Alas Alas Jack beat his breast
Fate is so cruel in his diary he wrote
Jill stomped on his pen and tore the page
Don't moan Jack, you forgot to vote.
And so it passes that on this day
Jack and Jill will go to the poll
To choose a person that can and will
Change the town, state and even the world.
They hope for water in their house
And are tired of climbing these stupid heights
Their candidate will do their bidding as he enjoys
State funded homes, cars and air conditioned nights.
Happy Deepavali
This blog wishes everyone a Happy Deepavali. Diwali is the day when Rama returned home after slaying the allegedly evil Ravana. Ravana had asked to be invulnerable against both Gods and Demons. In his arrogance, he forgot to ask protection against humans. This story - which the Yankees forgot- is to be best remembered and carried around like a Tylenol tablet at all times. Hopefully, this year right wing Hindus will realize the true nature of Hinduism and stop acting like chimpanzees cramped in a small booth with a dysfunctional telephone. They should look the peace that now exists in Sri Lanka (home of Ravana) and learn a lesson or two.
This is also the day, when we welcome Lakshmi, Goddess of wealth into our house. Make her feel welcome. Let us not talk about her or boast of her acquaintance in her absence. Also remember to smile as she leaves. For she has granted true freedom, one that cannot be even contained in the words of a reggae song, much less a cubicle.
Also, a grim shout out to all the dogs in India who are at this very moment scared of the deafening noise (and gaudiness) of the firecrackers. I was one of them, till recently and wish to assure them that it will pass.
This blog wishes everyone a Happy Deepavali. Diwali is the day when Rama returned home after slaying the allegedly evil Ravana. Ravana had asked to be invulnerable against both Gods and Demons. In his arrogance, he forgot to ask protection against humans. This story - which the Yankees forgot- is to be best remembered and carried around like a Tylenol tablet at all times. Hopefully, this year right wing Hindus will realize the true nature of Hinduism and stop acting like chimpanzees cramped in a small booth with a dysfunctional telephone. They should look the peace that now exists in Sri Lanka (home of Ravana) and learn a lesson or two.
This is also the day, when we welcome Lakshmi, Goddess of wealth into our house. Make her feel welcome. Let us not talk about her or boast of her acquaintance in her absence. Also remember to smile as she leaves. For she has granted true freedom, one that cannot be even contained in the words of a reggae song, much less a cubicle.
Also, a grim shout out to all the dogs in India who are at this very moment scared of the deafening noise (and gaudiness) of the firecrackers. I was one of them, till recently and wish to assure them that it will pass.
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