Nickel in the sky, where are you Nickel in the sky, where are you My pockets are empty, my rents unpaid Where are all those silver coins of yesterday Nickel, nickel, nickel, nickel, nickel Is it in your pocket Continue reading
Day: September 28, 2017
Dallas
It was so long ago
I don’t even remember
What happened in Dallas
There was a girl standing on the street
And someone came up to her
He slapped her and said
“Get off the street, you don’t belong here”
She stood upright, looked him in the eyes
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Ebb ‘n’ Flow
Like the oceans ebb and its flow So are our tides of wee and our woe Always waiting for love to overcome Getting stuck in its coming undone And we are waiting for the love to overcome Continue reading
Love and Volcanoes
A Prologue:
In this world of wild and crazy realities, there are a few things that I can identify as real and essential to the planet.
Both are the substance through which foundations are formed.
One explicit and visible in mountains, islands, and land masses, its power and majesty so great it looms over our physical world
The other implicit and experienced as in the tenderness of the culture, the humility as one being caresses another
Thank you for the reminder that the atmosphere love intends is not only as explosive as the volcano but creates the foundation for which transformations depend.