Next Door
In A Volume Ridden Neighbourhood
It is hard to tell
How much to weigh
The Truth of Word
And the Truth of Action
When word
When thought
When Action
All Three
Combine to make delightful
Real fantasy or better
We wonder of the many times we have said, "Why???"
When a good, "Why???",
Is answered
With a bounty of pleasant
Days and restful Nights
People stop saying or thinking,
"Poor Me."
Nature stops feeding us
Rain and Misery
Our Authourities stop checking
on our ne'er do well thoughts
And our grand actions become
Something that stands
Behind Love
Instead of Being Weighed
And Put into
Infatuatuion or Lust
Who does know what goes on next door???
- Bran.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Passed Love
When much time passes
We generally say,
"Water Under The Bridge."
When too much has happened
We generally say,
"Let bygones be bygones."
When sweet memories mesh
With sour moments
We might add that that's what we make into
A great recipe for a nourishing meal
A meal that tastes fulfilling
And also challenges all the senses
When seeing into the life
Of someone in your past causes more aches
And pains then when you were in their life,
You tend to give them that ever needed card
That states nothing and has no ink on it
That passed past love keeps our memories on record
And may one day cash it in
For even better memories
That mean a cathartic palate
Means a new day has begun
- Bran.
We generally say,
"Water Under The Bridge."
When too much has happened
We generally say,
"Let bygones be bygones."
When sweet memories mesh
With sour moments
We might add that that's what we make into
A great recipe for a nourishing meal
A meal that tastes fulfilling
And also challenges all the senses
When seeing into the life
Of someone in your past causes more aches
And pains then when you were in their life,
You tend to give them that ever needed card
That states nothing and has no ink on it
That passed past love keeps our memories on record
And may one day cash it in
For even better memories
That mean a cathartic palate
Means a new day has begun
- Bran.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Toads In Pine Trees
A commercial about a company that prevents Toads From Falling out of Pine Trees is needed.
It lands on a guy's shoulder and he would say, "Aww...man!?!"
And then he would say, "Where'd that Toad come from???"
That's where the company would be needed...or better yet the commercial.
Stop the needless act of Toads Falling From Pine Trees. Especially from near the top.
-
Bran.
It lands on a guy's shoulder and he would say, "Aww...man!?!"
And then he would say, "Where'd that Toad come from???"
That's where the company would be needed...or better yet the commercial.
Stop the needless act of Toads Falling From Pine Trees. Especially from near the top.
-
Bran.
Voles/Gators and Diet Guinness
What does a Vole do???
It just remains as dormant as it can until somthing digs it up and then it still stays dormant.
Cats don't even eat them... they even re-bury them.
Alligators aren't delicious. Even when deep fried in chunks and with a rich malty brew.
Diet Guinness doesn't go well with Alligator unless you can find Diet Guinness... then both are awful... but they make great stories.
It just remains as dormant as it can until somthing digs it up and then it still stays dormant.
Cats don't even eat them... they even re-bury them.
Alligators aren't delicious. Even when deep fried in chunks and with a rich malty brew.
Diet Guinness doesn't go well with Alligator unless you can find Diet Guinness... then both are awful... but they make great stories.
Mace Windu
Mace Windu is the Lando Calrissean of the PreQuels.
Look into what his character does and compare it with the originals.
Look into what his character does and compare it with the originals.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Brooding and Day 2 Day
As opposed to mental health concerns in society today and in my own head. I'm not really dealing with too much now, except for the occasional brooding episode.
Brooding is mostly about whether or not I did or did not do something.
Whether I negated to do something for good reasons or whether I remembered not to do something for bad reasons.
You sit and wonder about what you said or what you did and you wonder how it effected/affected the people that are in your life or came into your life for that specific period. And how you could have prevented it or made it better.
How do you heal something that you had control over and didn't rectify it or something that you did wrong and have it sit inside you and become a sty on your upper eyelid because of some weird karmic befelling.
Brooding is a lot like worry.
Except brooding is about something that has happened in life and worry is generally about something something that hasn't and might.
They are always comparable.
A brooder normally sits and thinks about doing better the next time the same thing happens. Even though it probably never will. A brooder wishes that the first time it happens he could have done it perfectly.
Worry is about something that may happen and not having the ability to do anything about it. Brooding is a little like a worrier with wanting more of a perfect outcome the next time that thing that you didn't get perfect on happens again.
What do you do about brooding?
How do you cure a brooder?
What if I reacted this way and not that way?
Zigged instead of Zagged?
If I shot that basketball instead of passed it I would have got the assist that won the game instead of missing the gawl-danged dunk.
I'll be working on the essence of brooding in posts to come.
Brooding is mostly about whether or not I did or did not do something.
Whether I negated to do something for good reasons or whether I remembered not to do something for bad reasons.
You sit and wonder about what you said or what you did and you wonder how it effected/affected the people that are in your life or came into your life for that specific period. And how you could have prevented it or made it better.
How do you heal something that you had control over and didn't rectify it or something that you did wrong and have it sit inside you and become a sty on your upper eyelid because of some weird karmic befelling.
Brooding is a lot like worry.
Except brooding is about something that has happened in life and worry is generally about something something that hasn't and might.
They are always comparable.
A brooder normally sits and thinks about doing better the next time the same thing happens. Even though it probably never will. A brooder wishes that the first time it happens he could have done it perfectly.
Worry is about something that may happen and not having the ability to do anything about it. Brooding is a little like a worrier with wanting more of a perfect outcome the next time that thing that you didn't get perfect on happens again.
What do you do about brooding?
How do you cure a brooder?
What if I reacted this way and not that way?
Zigged instead of Zagged?
If I shot that basketball instead of passed it I would have got the assist that won the game instead of missing the gawl-danged dunk.
I'll be working on the essence of brooding in posts to come.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Art The Fart, The Blueberry Tart
Here's a little piece from a place in Bowmanton, Ontario called
The Primrose Donkey Sanctuary.
I volunteer there to clean up after the animals and learn more and more each time...
I also am in the middle of writing something about each of them...
here's a sort of poem about a downtrodden Pot Bellied Pig.
ART THE FART, THE BLUEBERRY TART
Cleaning the sty of a Pot Bellied Buddy who has problems with his senses is a little difficult
Even if you know him
Art cannot see or hear
For a Pig of sorts his rooter doesn't even work that well
While organizing his bed and floor, taking bad straw for good, Art farted
Art munched my workbook... casually
Art used his muscle
and
As I was inturder, he was not interested in having a Pen that had a better Sandra Bernhardt, "Feng Shui'd" House and Waterbowl
Art the sensory deprived, Pot Bellied Pig had no time for a fool like me
until he realized what I was doing
He then made his bed while I got around him
Art organizing his confines while I avoided him had its sweet and sour moments
The episode of "cleaning the sty" made me notice that having a roommate in your room
isn't as easy when you belong to a different species that traditionally belongs on an oven and then a plate
Art understood...hence the unruliness
Art still hasn't figured out that he is safe with flatulence and a name
The Named do not usually become delicious food.
The Primrose Donkey Sanctuary.
I volunteer there to clean up after the animals and learn more and more each time...
I also am in the middle of writing something about each of them...
here's a sort of poem about a downtrodden Pot Bellied Pig.
ART THE FART, THE BLUEBERRY TART
Cleaning the sty of a Pot Bellied Buddy who has problems with his senses is a little difficult
Even if you know him
Art cannot see or hear
For a Pig of sorts his rooter doesn't even work that well
While organizing his bed and floor, taking bad straw for good, Art farted
Art munched my workbook... casually
Art used his muscle
and
As I was inturder, he was not interested in having a Pen that had a better Sandra Bernhardt, "Feng Shui'd" House and Waterbowl
Art the sensory deprived, Pot Bellied Pig had no time for a fool like me
until he realized what I was doing
He then made his bed while I got around him
Art organizing his confines while I avoided him had its sweet and sour moments
The episode of "cleaning the sty" made me notice that having a roommate in your room
isn't as easy when you belong to a different species that traditionally belongs on an oven and then a plate
Art understood...hence the unruliness
Art still hasn't figured out that he is safe with flatulence and a name
The Named do not usually become delicious food.
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