care forget even for a minute tonight
one minute for a minute more...
a minute to react with the head or the heart
one minute more to hate and not forgive
one minute for a minute more...
a minute's silence will light the eye
please take a minute to remove evil
a minute to think about death and laugh
one minute for a minute more...
one minute as an hour a day or maybe more
care forget even for a minute tonight
another minute and then an eternity
one minute for a minute more ...
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ReplyDelete???
ReplyDeleteIt's NOT me.
I am trying to learn Italian in prep for my upcoming trip.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lyrics. :-)
...there's only one Italian word one needs to know... and that's "ciao".
ReplyDeleteJust use it like Eddie Izzard does.
lol! I like his shoes.
ReplyDeleteHe was wearing shoes?
ReplyDeleteA woman always notices the shoes.
ReplyDeleteBut his eyeshadow was nice, too. ;-)
There's no truth to that urban myth about shoe sizes, ya know.... ;-)
ReplyDeleteJoe!
ReplyDeletepishaw!
for I was simply referring to my natural love of shoes!
And for what it's worth, there's no truth to the myth that shoe size matters, either.
:for shame!:
oh, it's so good to laugh. ;-)
...of course not!
ReplyDeleteCongrats to the Giants...AGAIN!
ReplyDeletePut your broom away. ;-)
lol.
ReplyDeleteWell...
I'll stop there.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.....
ReplyDeleteOooops. Do we really have to go to Texas now?
C'mon. Don't be afraid.
ReplyDeleteEverybody knows how much Texans love hippies.
;-)
Almost as much as Coloradons...
ReplyDeleteI didn't know that Coloradons hated hippies!
ReplyDeleteI thought they hated Texans more than anybody.
Hmmmm.
Maybe they hate everybody?
I rather like hippies...or at least happy hippies. You know, the kind that share their brownies and don't cause nobody no trouble. :P
Disclaimer: Yes, I inhaled.
Whew. I'm so glad to tell you that.
(this is just random chatter...much like what I do face to face. Feel free to cue crickets.)
You inhaled? So did I. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm just a poor California boy who got sent off to military school for straightening out. I guess it worked "just enough". I don't waste my time baking brownies, but I still seem to take a lot of "head trips".
Well, my rebellion has come much later in life. I haven't been sent away...physically anyway. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHead trips are okay, but they can be scary when there's nobody there with you.
But then...maybe that's ultimately best? I don't know. And maybe...there is somebody there.
Usually. Plato, Rousseau, Nietzsche, Freud...
ReplyDelete...somebody who makes the trip worthwhile. ;)
The solo trips are usually a LOT less enlightening, but I do get an occasional AHA!
ReplyDeleteOr maybe it's a HA-HA. It's hard to distinguish, sometimes.
Nietzsche definitely.
ReplyDeleteJung, too. (Read his autobiography.)
It's difficult for me to rely on dead folks for enlightenment. I guess it's a weakness.
Sorry... but for someone with "trust" issues, dead people make a GREAT source for enlightenment.
ReplyDeletebtw - You should read JJ Rousseau's autobiography ("Confessions"). Talk about "trust" issues.
ReplyDeleteI see it differently. I think that someone with trust issues cannot trust themselves, ultimately. I speak for myself.
ReplyDeleteIf you have trust issues, do you find it helpful or just comforting to read someone who is like-minded?
I find it BOTH, but then, I "usually" trust myself. Perhaps that is what make my occasional "excursions" from reality so troubling. Either I shouldn't OR there really are people out there who are/were both "out to get me" AND "out to save me".
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking on that.
ReplyDeleteI suppose there could be, in either case.
But living in fear of either doesn't seem a viable option.
I think that there are some people who are "out to get" anybody. Some people are just miserable and want to hurt others for the thrill, a drug to dull their misery, I guess. Same goes for "saving" someone. ?? But they aren't too common...I hope.
I suppose we all (okay...I!!) have both of those tendencies at times, but not to the extremes. I want to hurt when I've been hurt, and I want to help someone when I see them hurting. I'm working on keeping my hands off in both situations.
Love/Grace, is doing just that, right?
I don't know. I'm fairly clueless.
It's been a shitty couple of days with my half-crazy uncle calling and texting me all hours of the night leaving profane messages of hatred and damnation.
I swear.
damned if you do, damned if you don't.
damned if you do, damned if you don't.
ReplyDeleteLife certainly is paradoxical. ;)