turning slowly round and round I go treading water in the sea of status quo forward backward where to go the simple truth I just don’t know but a voice, deep inside of me growls don’t give up, there’s more to be I sigh and paddle, straight and true into a world forever blue perhaps I’ll meet something, someone new maybe even you tio stib
I told myself things would be so I made this promise years ago yet, in the waining of my days that youthful zeal has lost its gaze the hopes, the dreams of star crossed eyes buried under life’s goodbyes but I was loved held heart close by angels whom I treasured most for when I came to be another promise made to me a force beyond what I could see has filled my life with ecstasy tio stib
people are what people do nothing novel, nothing new don’t be surprised don’t look askew when what they say is not what’s true sigh trusting folks is hard to do tio stib
there are dreams and there are fantasies the first, possibilities the second, delusions but what is the difference? what is the line that, once crossed leads to a spiraling descent into frustration, depression, emptiness What is the difference between fantasies and adventures? in the beginning, perhaps nothing but somewhere along the way you begin to hear a voice a stirring a thought a question? and, if you stop and pay attention the voice gets louder until finally you open your mind to see the sign in front of your life Fantasyland is closed today tio stib
another project out the door another time I’ve said no more and as I sit and catch my breath there comes a sense of creeping death for even though I’ve done my best placed my work above the rest crossed the t’s and dotted i’s standing clear before my eyes the naked truth won’t be disguised in the flood of current books mine won’t entice a second look so in a day perhaps two I’ll start fresh begin anew write some more it’s what I do because the world’s unlikely to come through and holding my breath is turning me blue tio stib
Security precautions require that you reset your password Enter new password letmein Passwords require at least one capital letter Pleaseletmein Passwords require at least one symbol Pleaseletmeinnow! Passwords require at least one number 1moretimePleaseletmeinnow! Your session has expired Please begin again Moral: When computers start changing passwords just to mess with us, it’s over. tio stib
brrr! cold wet the morning wind slaps me awake really? why would a sane man go out in this weather? a smile exactly. sanity is not the word of the day tio stib
you came in a delirium of dreams exotic erotic intoxicating floating through a window of memories a soft caress a gentle kiss a walk in paradise garden straining through sleepiness I reach for an unseen smile lost in moonlit mist hiding in the scent of midnight jasmine tio stib
it’s lonely here
in this ocean of emptiness
realizing that the dreams I once swam to
like the people surrounding me
are no longer there
and so I tread water
spin in lazy circles
stare at a sky full of memories
realize once more
my life
my responsibility
for this I’m grateful
tio stib
“Gramps, why do geese fly in a V?” The pair were sitting together on a shoreline bench when they’d heard the loud honking behind them. Now, a flock of geese, in a telltale V formation, flew over their heads. “That’s a very good question, Max,” the old man responded. There was a pause as the older man and his grandson watched a sky filled with honking, flapping V’s sweep by. “First, geese are cooperative creatures. By flying in a “V” form, they greatly reduce their collective air resistance and so increase their flight range. Man and boy continued to stare upward as more and more formations of geese rushed past. Gramps continued, “The goose at the head of the V is not necessarily the leader of the flock. Geese take turns leading. As one bird tires, it drops to the back of the formation and another takes its place. Flying in a V-form increases visibility as each bird can see what’s happening in front of them. Now that’s teamwork.” The boy considered this information, then asked, “But why do they honk so much?” Gramps smiled, “When flying, geese honk to provide recognition to each other helping them maintain speed and stay in formation. There was silence as the last of the migrating geese faded into the clouds. The boy sighed, “All those geese getting along, flying in formation, getting where they need to go, nothing like the traffic jams Dad complains about driving to and from work. Why don’t people cooperate like the geese do?” The old man put an arm over the boy’s shoulder and hugged him, “another very good question.” Moral: In Nature, the truth is plain to see. tio stib You might also enjoy: Do It Anyway; The Blindside Parables 22 - Life is Like a Broken Egg
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