be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i am
how
it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share
you
make me smile
thank you
other journals
(of course I should be sleeping)
(what's life got to do with it?)
about me
(too much to know at once)
friend?
(tic tic tic, toc)
BE MY GUEST (BOOK)
<< MISSING �SOMETHING? >>
the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do
RINGS 'n THINGS
<
?
me
#
>
<
?
harrychapin
#
>
<
?
Random Acts of Journaling
#
>
<
?
Poetic Voices #
>
< ? The Write Club # >
< ? Nights Awake # >
< ? Fluid # >
< ? Adopted # >
< ? Childlike # >
< ? Poets-Muse # >
< ? Five Hundred # >
< ? As You Wish # >
temporary place holder
()))CRAYON-BOX)))>
published
blogmad!
varb?
�2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS
IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS
FOR ANY REASON
TALK TO ME
|
MONOLOG
cry me a river
the story is really quite simple... we live, we die... whomever we are, whatever we do, whatever we think we control or possess or become, the story stays the same... live, die...
a lot of people do not seem to handle this very simple and basic fact very well... most seem to deny it and create all sorts of distractions and elaborate illusions to keep from being aware of this, no less admitting it... the game of pretense goes on and on, destroying all that might be real in it's path... the promise for the future is buried in the past while the moments called now are lost in conflicts over with illusion is better or more right or wrong and while people should control which people so their illusion wins the most votes and becomes the truth...
gods bless us, every one
when the last bomb drops
what will matter?
who will hear the last cry
when all the ears are gone
will your god be happy with you
for destroying the creation
is that evolution?
revolution on and on
when the last drop of blood
hits the ground
what will grow
in place of mankind?
will your way be more right
because you won something
is that your religion?
your decision in your mind
poison gas
biochemicals
TNT
gun powder
stealth death
last breath
victory at all cost
your finest hour
and when the last baby cries
no more diapers
will the next species
learn anything
machismos
new gizmos
wanton destruction
history repeats
everything
when the last bomb drops
will the world breath a sigh
of despair and relief
than mankind is gone?
is there still hope
that the heart of the human
will rise above fear
and learn to live on?
and then there is my own personal story... tragic comedy, as I might see it... but is that what we are here to play out?... maybe, if I really thought you wanted to know... and even then, words can only begin to express what there is to be shared... and you are not here, are you?...
so until you get here, I'll just ramble on without you... or for you, if you'd like to share that illusion... it is all illusion, after all, even after we touch... but at least, after we touch, there is a lot more physicality to the illusion than there is here online... even when sentiments are touching...
and it is easier to believe it is real, when there is more physicality
I'd like to believe there is a reason for the living part of this journey... maybe you've got one... maybe we can share one... or a few... until then, all we have is now... and right now, I am having a bit of puzzlement about humanity... are you a human?...
candora
every vote counts and then there's now and now, the news
previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
NOTE: Due to excessive comment SPAM, comments have been turned off... ironically, this month is the renewal for supergold membership and the comments feature... bad timing... you know how much I love feedback, so maybe there's be comments again one of these days... until then, please leave a note... thanks J
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words
for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd)
if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight
I'd say
I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life
ALL WORDS (C) 2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS |