Thursday, July 3, 2008
shaken only stirred
What is real can never be set on top, tagged with hand written numbers in some shop. What is real can never be measured, spaced, or lined with lace. What is real contains salt from tears of experience that come with time and heart felt thoughts concerning those who are most dear. What is real can bring a joyful tear, which is one of the best things in life. What is real can never be seen; it can only be felt on the inside like a dream. What is real sticks inside forever and when you try and shake it, you will find it cannot be shaken; it can only be stirred. 98.2 LLC
daily smoothover
We engage in dialogue so that we may make clear our individual perspectives, but rarely are these perspectives representative of ourselves. We always act on behalf of others in some way, shape, or form. Because of our longterm committments and circumstances through which we derive sustenance in the end, we become lost in our fulfillment of our number one long term committment. It is in this way we adjust in our ignorance as we age. We accept us for the roles we take on and see no reason to look beyond the guards we employ to keep us safe in our committment, safe in our way, safe for now but itching inside for a new design while hope flavors the days daily dish. 98.2 LLC
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