Peace

I've been making a concentrated effort to slow my lifestyle down in order not to miss the special moments that may occur... to be more patient and aware. What I am noticing and becoming annoyed by, is how my fellow man is so much in a hurry and fidgety about what he can't really put his finger on.
What do you want, I ask my work companion as she fidgets about.
She doesn't even know. It just feels like she should be trying to get something.
Man seems to think the action of life lies in the drama that can occur in each moment. Perhaps this is why they don't know peace and the joy and excitement there in. If they did, there would be no more need of that feeling to get something you know not of!

#@/(%"?

Suppose words don't mean what we make them mean!? If that were true, then everything is a lie and we have been living in some kind of bizzarro world based on nothing that is real!
I'm sure we all had some idea or concept that somehow got into our head that we struggled to put into words, and we finally find the words close enough to express it, it never feels completely right!
When we think, we are governed by the same rules that make words mean what they do... untruths! So an idea created with thoughts, since we use words for thought, has to be not real. But when a idea just seems to appear in the mind, in that form, it must be real, until we try to put it to words. We can get close, but the original concept becomes convoluted.
Maybe this is what art, music and poetry is about, to try and use what is a lie into making the truth.
Perhaps the above are the truist forms of communication.

Blockbuster

Another blockbuster at the show, over forty million in one day.
How can all that money materialize when the neighborhoods are screaming about not having enough activities for the youths to participate in...lack of money says the mayor.

People of The hoods, instead of going to the movies that one day, why not use that money for your communities! Shame the mayor and his cronies. Take the wheel and drive your community in to what you would want it to be!

One day, no show!
Save the money for community growth!

Dancing tongue

I never heard my parents curse.
If they cursed, it wasn't around us.

According to some, this was unusual!

I'm not exactly sure when I started being exposed to cursing, but I do remember why would I want to do it!

As I grew older, profanity became common in most every day conversations and I had to adjust my feelings about people who didn't give it a second thought. Initially, my feelings of cursers were bad...They were all going to hell! Because cursing wasn't my normal thing, I was considered a goody two shoes. I just couldn't do it without feeling bad, guess I was too soft! Cursing is ugly to me and I seldom do it.
I guess I've toughened up a bit, because I don't finch when I hear it anymore!
What I've come to learn, is that the words themselves aren't always directed at me, or about me, but the ingredient in what is a spicy meal.

Fly

If you can't fly private, why even bother!
I hate flying public! I will do almost anything to avoid the madness of flying commercial... taking your shoes off, getting their hours before your flight leaves, stuff you can't take on broad and the TSA pat down.
I know, I know terrorism is afoot!
In my opinion, terrorism has won when they change our way of freedom.
I remember going to the airport just to watch the planes, try doing that now... You would be on ground so fast with a automatic weapon stuck where the sun don't shine answering a thousand questions!
... I was glad to see some people protest the insanity by taking their clothes off graping the attention of the public. People are getting tired of it! Look at all the on and off plane incidents!
If our intelligence agencies would work better together, we would be able to stop terrorism before it even gets started!
On your next flight, just get nude!!

Tats

When I was growing up in the sixties, tattoos were seen as a radical sign of rebellion... you definitely weren't considered a part of law abiding society.
Being around that mindset at the time, affected me, making me leary of tattooed people... surely they would, if they got the chance, rob or murder me! They were to stay away from!
Looking back, I can't recall seeing much beauty in tattoos, and I would wonder why someone would marr their body like that.
Today, I have seen some beautiful tats... tats that seem to give the body an extension in meaning. Tats that, in a weird way, give a beauty to women.
I don't have any, but I wouldn't mind getting that right one!

Forgiven

Sometimes I look upon my fellow man with distrust, anger and loathing at the things I see man do, then I catch myself reflected off some shiny surface, and the realization hits me! I am my fellow man... We all are no different, formed from the same mud hole!

I need to see myself differently, if I am to see man differently.
Surly the deeds of the past exist no more...why then do I look downwardly at myself and man!? All is forgiven, but how do I forgive myself!?

I learned to see myself without a body, it makes it easier to forgive myself and others since there is only the notion or awareness of me, pure me! No body to make errors!
In that place, there can be only love!

Food

Food is very special to me. It can be more than just nourishment to my body.
Food can be like a drug, that alters the mind and body giving moments of great pleasure. It seems cruel to have ideas of diets and restrictions on what nature gave freely.

One of my favorite moments with food, is when I can be alone with a cup of hot tea, sugared so slightly with a dollop of cream, and an Amondjoy Joy... pure ambrosia! 
Talk about being in heaven having a conversation with GOD!!!
That's how it makes me feel!

See no

Just because no one says anything, doesn't mean you weren't seen!

When I was stationed in Germany, I had at one time been designated the Battery Supply Clerk.
Somehow I had the only keys to the supply room.
When my girlfriend and I had nowhere to go for a little private time, I would call myself sneaking my girl into the supply room where we would spend hours having fun. I had thought the secret would be ours only.
The next day, the buzz in the air was about my secret rendezvous!
So much for being tactical!

Sometimes I would ride my girlfriend's bicycle, to and from the base, from her parent's house.
The neighborhood was getting all roweled up about me riding a girl's bike...or was it me sneaking myself into her bedroom window at night!?
Don't neighbors ever sleep!

We moved into a highrise building, and sometimes when my girlfriend was at work, I would go out onto the balcony and watch the ladies swim in the river (or drainage ditch) with binoculars I borrowed from the supply room. Apparently, I broke some rule of etiquette, because my girlfriend came home fuming!

There are eyes everywhere!!

The deep

Deep within myself, there is whispering and urges to find the mystery that shrouds all of human life. I must find that path that leads to the greatest mystery of all time, and I know it's within all of our graps, but we are constantly bombarded with illusions we think are real. We would not believe how much we have been bamboozled by our other self that makes real what is not.
The mystery is forever calling, and I for one, will not seek to silence it, but to hear it more clearly with understanding.
This is a lonely journey.

Sanity

I got off the expressway at my usual spot, and down the ramp to the street. Once you get to the street there are three lanes. The one on the right, right turns only. The lane on the left, left turns only, and the middle lane where you can turn right, left or go straight.
This may sound crazy, but I always plan on using the middle lane to make a right turn. I have my right turn signal on, knowing being in the middle position seems to confuses some.
Lately, the last three times exactly, the vehicle in the right lane would continue on straight as I would make my right. The funny thing is, I sensed that they would be doing this, which probably avoided crashes.
The weird thing is, I believe I set myself up for the near miss, and I have no idea why.
The question is, why would I continue to use the middle lane knowing what had happened on previous days, even though I'm in the right!?

Work

I've been working for a long long time now and I think I've had enough!
I mean think about it...how bizarre is it that we humans have to work to live!
Life should be carefree;easy without WORK!  (thanks Adam!)
And ponder this, if I get sick, and don't have the money to pay for treatment, I could die! Even though they have the cure, they won't save me!
Why should people go bankrupt for the cure, medicine should be free, health care should be free!
Life should be free!!!