Do you remember when I called you mine
and the look in your eye could stop my heart
and a single touch could start it again?
Do you remember when love was a word,
a feeling, a moment, a look, a friend
who lived in our house so often?
Do you remember when forever seemed
such a short period of time
to share this fiery blossom of love?
I remember all this and more
which is why forever got up
and walked out the door.
Night falls yet again
as sure as the dawn will rise,
all in a day’s work.
Yet again, I have been told by customers that I look like Pema Chödrön. If you missed my last post about this, check it out here. More importantly, this means that it is time to take another quiz. So, did I say it or did Pema?
What possesses a man
to kill in the name of a god?
If there exists a higher power,
shouldn’t this request seem odd?
Certainly there are safer ways
to prove one’s love and laud,
or is all this pain and suffering
just hatred hiding behind religion’s facade?
A cat’s purpose is simply “to be”
for purrfection cannot be defined
by the simple language known to man
by which Cat shall not be confined.
I always knew we stood on shaky ground
and our trust goes only so far
with no honor among scoundrels.
I knew the knife was coming,
just never when and how,
but I never felt a thing
until I hit the ground.
This river has flowed
since long before I was born
and breathed life into these woods
deep within a landscape so torn.
The gentle trickle fills my heart
and transports me to a place
where death and destruction
exist not within time and space.
Each rock veers its course
but still it carries on
to someplace unknown
where true strength belongs.
Be careful you don’t fall
from that high horse you ride,
you might dirty your Armani
or even scuff your pride.
You’ve been wasting so much effort
constantly looking down at me
when who I am inside
is who I’m meant to be.
Perhaps if you spent more time
looking inside than looking around
you might actually discover
your soul is hell bound.
Steam flies to the sky,
coffee blesses the cold air,
birds welcome the sun.
It’s Always Into the Water: Three college roommates share love, hate, and secrets as they grow up and go their own ways. When one dies in spot that has been surrounded by mysterious deaths for centuries, everyone wants to write it off as suicide. Did her husband kill her or was she drawn by some unseen force to take a final swim?
Shattered in Moscow: After a heated election in Russia, the losing candidate is sentenced to house arrest at the Metropol. She looks back at all the moments where her campaign went wrong as the world unfolds just outside her doors. She manages to find the wine cellar and although all the labels have been removed, she can still find a bottle to make her drunk.
Dragon Figures: In 1876, two paleontologists fight over bones in the Wild West. In an attempt to best his rival, one hires three black women to do what neither man can do: think. The three women not only help find bones, but they invent new methods in the field without receiving any notoriety for their work.
Mr. Art of Not Giving a F*ck: Part self-help and part autobiography, this book delves into the life of the infamous Mr. Rochester. Sent away by your father? Who cares? Banished to Jamaica? At least it’s warm. Crazy-ass wife? Get a cute mistress… I mean governess. Life sucks? Just don’t give a f*ck!
Lincoln of the Flower Moon: When a tribe of Indians is targeted for their wealth, the FBI gets called in to handle the case. Still in it’s infancy, the agency does a terrible job and soon the Indian Chief’s young son dies. In purgatory, his son’s spirit soon faces the same turmoil erupting topside. The Chief finds a way to visit his son in the afterlife which gives him answers for his worldly problems and where J. Edgar Hoover can get a good deal on pumps.
Autumn Siders 