Happy Bird day to all those whom celebrate this holiday. I hope all of those less fortunate have a good and plenty Holiday.
I'll stuff myself on turkey-stuffing-mashed potatoes-sweet potatoes-pumpkin pie. Then I'll long for a short nap.
The weather here is unbelievable. Last few days it's been below zero at night and barely above it in the day...We've had 2 snow storms and two more are on the way...possibly dumping as much as 16 more inches of snow by Monday. Ol man winter got here early and I would love to kick his ass...outta here...But just like any other year..I'll grin and bare it and look down the road to spring.
Enough thoughts about this nasty weather...My thoughts will focus on the task at hand...Stuffing myself on Thanksgiving bounty
*smile*
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11/25/10
Muse of Memes
Made me think about a few things..Especially how a few memes might have changed my life..Perhaps not quite the Culture..But possibly in the world around me.
IF I convey and it changes your life
Does it change the culture
Or better your life
Empirical formulas
So entertwined
The evidence is grey
And not defined
The gifted few whom speak the reason
Come and go
As does the seasons
copyright><">2010
IF I convey and it changes your life
Does it change the culture
Or better your life
Empirical formulas
So entertwined
The evidence is grey
And not defined
The gifted few whom speak the reason
Come and go
As does the seasons
copyright><">2010
11/2/10
Grey Rain
Grey rain is falling
Pouring down upon my shoulders
Not a single sound
Just a sense of a storm to come
Flickers of distant bolts and the clap of it's voice
Caution me to what's to become
Steam rises at my feet
And the temps fall
I call to you ol man winter
Be soft as you pass this way
This body can feel your prescence
Grey rain pouring down
My shoulders wet
I get so lost
My mind sleepy
I'm begging you
leave this place
There's the doorway
Call in spring to follow you
I am complete
copyright ><"> 2010
Pouring down upon my shoulders
Not a single sound
Just a sense of a storm to come
Flickers of distant bolts and the clap of it's voice
Caution me to what's to become
Steam rises at my feet
And the temps fall
I call to you ol man winter
Be soft as you pass this way
This body can feel your prescence
Grey rain pouring down
My shoulders wet
I get so lost
My mind sleepy
I'm begging you
leave this place
There's the doorway
Call in spring to follow you
I am complete
copyright ><"> 2010
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