broken racquet
have strings restrung, easy fix racket

broken mac
u can replace that drive with burn attack

broken franck mueller
to have it serviced in hongkong, well trade landscape favor

broken digital camera
ship to canon repair center

broken china set
ain’t no way to piece back together for perfect fix get

broken phone
tone to atone
look for warranty to clone

broken washer dryer
equipment do tire
tenants’ laundry in dire
a landlord’s quagmire

broken economy
broken foe and enemy
broken anatomy

broken savings
oh hell pell mell, means half to zero retirement cravings
rebalance portfolio for upturn
could be waiting for godot to churn
or get further burn

broken finger
fix with splinter

broken back
recover by laying in sack

broken old hip
muscles atrophy, no longer walk keep

broken neck
could translate to brain attack

broken heart in a broken world is worst to deal
hardest to heal
requires a broken body in Christ to appeal
to obtain salvation and divine love seal

i can still feel the breeze
that rustles through the trees
and misty memories of days gone by
we could never see tomorrow
no one said a word about the sorrow

and how can you mend a broken heart?
how can you stop the rain from falling down?
how can you stop the sun from shining?
what makes the world go round?

how can you mend this broken man?
how can a loser ever win?

please help us mend our broken hearts
and let us live again

broken
we are not forsaken
in john 14:27 the Lord has spoken

“peace I leave with you,
My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.
let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”

halloween came and went
with rain descent
bye bye black october
morning has broken in november
taipan-infused brunch fueling ramrom hour

first on mind as i scribe
click a cat stevens i-tune ripe
i listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
where i’ll end up
only God really knows
where His music takes me
that’s where my heart goes

a year ago i scribed a goal
to rake bible-in-a-year coal
so this morn the verse that’s the beacon
1 timothy 3:9 paul’s advice to the deacon
to hold “the mystery of the faith in a pure conscience”
that’s hard for human apprehension
thus is living-life-on-faith tension

whoa, where do u go
when u don’t want no one to know
who told tomorrow
tuesday’s dead?

don’t forget to vote
this coming tuesday is not dead yet
or is it?

on dark wallstreet days, a chill runs thru my hair
warm smell of taipan’s charkoayteow, rising up thru the air
up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light
my heavy heart was uplifted as i behold this sight
i am blessed to be alive to rest here for the night

there He stood in the doorway; i heard the mission bell
and i was thinking to myself,  this is heaven i can tell and smell
then He lit up a candle and He showed me the way
there were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say…

welcome to home, hotel california
such a lovely place
such a lovely life phase
plenty of room at home, hotel california
any time of year
hope the stars let me stay here
with my dear
despite meltdown fear
depression to steer clear

her mind is at peace tho’ she has not the mercedes benz
he’s got the porsche and she’s got scarves, family and friends
how they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
some dance to remember, some dance to forget

so i called up the Captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’no wine here before its time, you’re baptized in the Spirit since 1979’
and still those voices are calling from far away,
wake you up in the middle of the night
just to hear them say…

welcome to our autumn california
such a lovely place
such a lovely phase
they livin’ it up at the hotel california
what a nice surprise, bring your alibis

angels flying on the ceiling,
the pink champagne on ice
and she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
and in the master’s chambers,
we’re gathered for taipan’s feast
we should sell off earthly possessions,
stuff we don’t need, we can kill the beast

last thing i remember, i was running for the door
i had to find the passage back to the place i was before
’relax,’ said the nightman, we are programmed to receive
u can checkout any time you like, but Him u need to cleave

we have enough
whether smooth or rough
fix
on philippians 4:six

do not worry about anything
let your requests be made known2God in everything
by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving
and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding
will guard your hearts and minds in Him notwithstanding

welcome to the hotel california
such a lovely place
such a lovely phase
they livin’ it up at the hotel california
what a nice surprise, bring your alibis

eagles alive fly 

spotted in the rockies in hinton, alberta
a coffee donut stop’s magna carta
inspired this blog
retro gratitude to unclog
celebration of my life to flog

be emancipated
go west, get educated

be global
act local
be multimedia vocal

a-ok to run counterherd
express voice to be heard
as long it doesn’t hurt
fly free as a bird

know what works when
glow with flow, do the can-can

true to yourself be
don’t be your worst enemy
be genuine
impactful bonds to intertwine

do what u love
with help from above
flex with changing turf
take road less travelled off the curve
give your best unconditionally and surf
graciously receive and serve

experience caviar delight
nature art to sight

don’t be uptight
instead sing and boogey right into the night
pursue worthy cause to fight
turn darkness to light

contribute
your best attribute
wear your crest attitude
at the right altitude

we’re born to die
meanwhile live life
till we meet again in the sweet by and by

dedicated to dear neighbor
farewell john, take eternal rest from labor
thanks for the fond memories to savor
life’s indeed a great buffet
pick wisely from array

where art thou?
awaiting for begotten goat and cow?
before u make your final bow?
have they forgotten u somehow?

only tigers that care and flare
the pig does fly, it ain’t rare

animal farm love to declare
life chapters jumbled now ready to tear
o pure heart, ma beloved mere

didn’t see u dining
you’ve been a-hungering and hunkering
eyes shut, back bent to meet floor
food and life u yearn no more
how much u have or had, no need to score
awaiting eternal snore to shore

in the morning when the moon is at its rest,
you will find me at the time I love the best
watching rainbows play on sunlight;
pools of water iced from cold nights,
in the morning
’tis the morning of my life….

yea, what an awesome thrill
bee gees this morning to kill
incredible poetry and musical joy my heart to fill
what incredulous family talent till

a pattern formed
as my mind rom’d
my fave vocalists have a “b” or “c”
bee gees, beatles, oh let it be, golly gee
billy joel, barbra streisand, baez and her blue-eyed bob dylan
carole king, carly simon, csny, celine dion, cat stevens, jim croce, phil collins all so brilliant

and another b event
wonderful lunch time spent
with bro chuck and gm at stanford max opera
later a c-event, chico shopping spree rah-rah

meltdown or bull time
credit crime
grim grime
slime peak
like lipstick on pig

whether you’re a brother
or whether you’re a mother,
you’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
feel the city breakin’
and ev’rybody shakin’
and we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
ha, ha, ha, ha,
stayin’ alive…..

matthew 6:19-21 jive and squeal
do not lay up for yourselves treasures upon earth,
where moth and rust destroy,
and where thieves break in and steal….

but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven,
where neither moth nor rust destroys,
and where thieves do not break in or steal;
for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also…

echoed in john 6:27
a 7th heaven in bread unleaven
“do not work for the food which perishes,
but for the food which endures to eternal life,
which the Son of Man shall give to you,
for on Him the Father, even God, has set His seal.”

now that’s a deal
that’s a steal
no bill
cos’ it’s paid for already, the cross-sealed appeal

psalmist david’s appeal (90:12) to the heavens
“teach us to number our days and recognize how few they are;
help us spend them as we should”

jiving with paul newman’s wisdom he left us
“we are such spendthrifts with our lives.
the trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss u can muster.
i’m not running for sainthood.
i just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who
puts back into soil what he takes.”

hadji before taking off to visit his beloved crete
loaned us a hindi classic movie treat
called which took14 years to produce
a side drama between actress-wife#3 meeri and director-writer-poet kamal in itself profuse
a few days after movie’s release, meeri died
initially a flop but with meeri’s dance performance immortalized, it rose to acclaim flight

story touched on love straying from caste and societal pressure lines
with tragedy tussling with romance in landmines
ending in deaths that equalize
resolutions too late to fantasize

connecting me to a kannada saying
“nayee baala donka” literally translated “the tail of a dog is always crooked”, no use straightening
meaning u cannot convince some people no matter what you do, it ain’t playing
cos’ in “pakeezah,” the rigid wealthy patriach disapproved of his son’s prostitute lover to be marrying
heartbroken lover dies after giving birth to nargis, the resultant romance product she’s been carrying

nargis repeats the vicious cycle of being trapped in brothel life but destined to meet secret admirer salim
after some incidents that separated them, aristocratic salim found nargis and proposed marriage in a whim
when priest inquired of nargis’ name, salim responded “pakeezah” to disguise her legacy grim
she ran away and limped back to life she’s fated with dashed dream
turns out also salim’s grandpa is also the same patriach who killed her parents, what a scream

nayee baala donka conjurs an unwillingness to change for better
like leopards who can’t change their spots, harmful habits and thinking can cloister
and fetter
choices to make
life decisions to take
for goodness sake
make it a hippy, happy shake
people being kind to each other bake
law of attraction and golden rule icing on cake
“whatever u want men to do to u, do also to them…” matthew 7:12 spake

yesterday’s date
is intertwined with golden gate
symbolizing cantata of “simple twists of fate”
upon connecting stories of late
dicey spicy debate
dots that mate and relate
an entry now to create

wee hour of 6:00am to trot
dropped off saliwee and bro at sf airport
hmm, since we need to further on to napa
for a morning date with yamanaka
why not stop for sunrise
over golden gate bridge to apprise

diamonds and rust lyrics to mesmerize
get lost in the fog clouds as they lumber and arise

the real “golden gate” is the strait that the bridge spans
captured this morning by taipan’s lens

it was first named “chrysopylae,”
meaning “golden gate”,  greek at play
by lieutenant john fremont in 1846 noted on vista point display
symbolic of me setting sail into a golden life-phase bay

a delightful lunch at julia’s kitchen in copia
interspersed with yummy life stories, o mamma mia
makes one appreciative of life spent thus far
powered by heavenly star
healing life choices made without much scar
fulfilling dreams via doors closed and opened ajar

He brought my heart
to san francisco
high on a hill, it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars!
the morning fog may chill the air
i don’t care!

my love waits there
in san francisco
above the blue and windy sea
when i come home to you, san francisco,
your golden sun will shine for me!

in honor of mj and goizueta may
precious indeed their insightful say
title reflecting their wisdom combo
stop - know when weeds to mow
relish fruits reaped, new life plans to sow

week one, catharsis clout
a bygone past tossing bout
minimalism to tout
now a tad lighter
more manageable clutter
please-release-me mutter

soak in rest
blest comforts of nest
before, only non-work hours enjoyed at best
now 24×7 passion let loose fest
live2work to detest
conserve energy to climb to life crest
get2know and drive taipan crazy test
with supreme zest

before you break your heart
stop! in the name of love
before you break His heart
think it over
think it over

be careful what u wish
so here i find myself in that delectable time dish
so what do i feel
how am i to deal

on drive back home yesterday
r.kelly lyrics on radio played

i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly

so first things first
after 6 hours of at&t frustration burst,
last night cleansing, housekept space
to be sanctuary of daily daze
to explore possibilities in His grace
at what to reap in this phase

so new routine set
for starters new wisdom to get
empty tummy, java jolt to fill
empty head, hone in sudoku skill
empty heart, spirit to still
soak in divine compass for day’s energy to spill

pinged by jeremiah 29:11
via charles stanley from heaven
“for I know the plans I have for u…
plans to prosper u and not to harm u, to give u
a future and a hope”, what a great starting cue

jeremiah was a bullfrog
was good friend of mine
i drink of His wine
His wine is always mighty fine
that gets me singing
joy to the world
all the boys and girls
joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea
and joy to u and me

this song is dedicated to a beautiful person i just met
searching joie de vivre i am sure she’ll get
on a journey now, for right work2live goals to set
which places to go to place her bet

d’accord, par robert’s dictionnaire
joie de vivre is extraordinaire
une “sentiment exaltant ressenti par toute la conscience”
ie “involves one’s whole being” in seance

i wish her a love match
the beauties of life to enjoy and catch
just imagine a tennis game in intense zest
keep eye on ball and play your best
leave to Seigneur for the rest

le joie de vivre est comme la bonne aventure

artist robert delauney’s “rhythm - joie de vivre”

je suis un petit poupon de bonne figure
qui aime bien les bonbons et les confitures
si vous voulez m’endonner
je saurai bien les manger

je serai sage et bien bon
pour plaire a ma mere
je saurai bein ma lecon
pour plaire a mon pere
je veux bien les contenter
et, s’ils veulent m’embrasser

la bonne aventure
oh! gai!
la bonne aventure

stumbled on to “chinese box” a 1997 movie
starring jeremy irons and gong li
written by wayne wang and titled aptly

like matryoshka dolls

the film peels the layered facets as each character in life’s labyrinth falls
against looming uncertainty, societal rules vs love vs harsh reality calls
movie backdrop setting in hong kong at time of handover triggered recalls
our 4 years there of life’s compartmentalized exhilirating peaks, vales and gnarly knolls

source: wiki - hong kong skyline from victoria peak

recalling also vignette on “boxes and boxing” in my chronicle of love bytes
sharing here following hindsights

“as their journey together progresses
each found a way to organize life’s stresses
putting things in various boxes
getting in and out, closing and some case, tosses

as with boxes when one is trapped
boxing is a natural way out of the crap
redefinitions heaved upon each other
like feathers and clutter
they smother”

inspired by mama howard’s aversion to trap boxes
chiming in my head as boat of life tosses
and inevitably this malvina reynolds song surfaces

little boxes on the hillside
little boxes made of ticky-tacky
little boxes, little boxes
little boxes, all the same
there’s a green one and a pink one
and a blue one and a yellow one
and they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
and they all look just the same

and the people in the houses
all go to the university
and they all get put in boxes
little boxes, all the same
and there’s doctors and there’s lawyers
and business executives
and they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
and they all look just the same

and they all play on the golf-course,
and drink their martini dry
and they all have pretty children
and the children go to school
and the children go to summer camp
and then to the university
and they all get put in boxes
and they all come out the same

and the boys go into business
and marry, and raise a family
and they all get put in boxes
little boxes, all the same
there’s a green one and a pink one
and a blue one and a yellow one
and they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
and they all look just the same

i beg to differ
we have a choice to go counterherd and listen deeper
to our unique drumbeat and not have the world gongs drown it out
isn’t that what designing a meaningful life is about?

our Creator made us each unique
psalm 32:8 says so slick
the Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.
I will advise you and watch over you.” to get in and out of ticky-tacky boxes and strife…

all above sentiments captured also in this shot
in prague’s marketplace, where i found little bohemian boxes though unbought

in sync with spirit of beijing olympics
i swam 88 lengths at rinconada for kicks
it felt good
to be in endorphin mood
new routine to brood
best is yet to come understood

88 strong strokes hit the counter point
while a 110 stretches the loins joint
i love the rhythmic breath intakes and the bubbles made
in sync with bobbing movements of my head

lap swimming
and life maneuvering
is alot like dirty dancing

as i was driving back
96.5 was aptly playing the theme song track

now i’ve had the time of my life
no I never felt this way before
yes i swear it’s the truth
and i owe it all to U

’cause i’ve had the time of my life
and i’ve searched through every open door
’till i found the Truth
and i owe it all to U

so we’ll just let it go
don’t be afraid to lose control….

recalling earlier april entry
eshet hayil divine dancing decree

flush, all day on the butt
colonoscopy prep, induced rut
flush out colon of crut
this is nuts
grates and takes guts

joan baez crooning
all my trials Lord, soon be over

flush of contacts today
via linked-in way
new and reunited
long-lost friendships re-ignited

flush release
when sliding on next venture grease
time to sign new lease
passion to please
hearts and minds to tease

as i connect them flushes
excitement rushes
best-is-yet-to-come crushes

flush of fresh dare
intake of collusive care
once again my soul to bare
new cross to bear
relishing His fare

the cheeks blush
as i await from above the royal plush
to gain entry into gates of pastures lush
meanwhile in-transit mush

leaning on His truss
“and it shall come to pass”….
a phrase 120 times immersion
in king james bible version

the river of jordan is muddy and cold
well it chills the body but not the soul.
all my trials Lord soon be over

farmer lalo fallows
harvested these heirloom fellows

me sings, summer breeze makes me feel fine
going through the tomatoes of my mind

symbolic of perennial useless arguments, so are u fruit or a veg
if imported veg, per 1833 tariff act, 10% tax revenue fetch
ah semantics, defying definitions and relative truths war gong song
symbolic of life’s endless conflicts, matters of “my truth is right and yours is wrong”

me thinks about when i experiment fun and envelope push
the potential of my face getting tomato moosh
falling down on my tush

growing up as a kid, i spurned the taste of tomatoes
nor did i care much about potatoes
but now, i relish tomato slices with bufalo cheese slices
and oh my my, bruschetta certainly entices
and ahhhhh…picante salsa my tastebuds tantalizes
so see - how time and circumstance dices and splices
from despises to desired delectable spices

now i would even pop them cherry tomatoes for snack attacks
bursting with nutrients, the solanum lycopersicum smacks

think also about how u can stuff tomatoes with stuff up to snuff
mozarella, crumbs, nuts, pesto, chanterelles, corn, just off the cuff
reminiscent of us with tendency to clutter our lives not needing cluttering and buttering
yes, less can be more, hollow but full with feeling filling - life’s paradoxes are befuddling

last but not least, tomato i have become at this stage of life
plump, juicy and succulent full of learnings and oozing nutrients from strife

lookie what i did with our heirloom tomatoes, creative juices burst
do tilework with zucchini for jk’s 21st

jk who came to life because farmer lalo met moi
that resulted also this silly blog patois
u say “potato,” i say “patattah”
u say “tomahto”, i say “creole tomayta”

o, let’s call the whole thing off

just ruminating yesterday, had josh decided on carnegie mellon
he would have known prof randy in person gallant
beating odds since his infamous lecture to celebrate life
fare thee well gracious icon, for sharing how in strife to thrive

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also in the news yesterday
qantas 747-400 airliner flight30 from hk didn’t make it to melbourne way

edwin loobrera/agence france-presse — getty images

a hole in its fuselage, oxygen masks drop, it was may day, come what may
imagine if u were one of 346 passengers or 19 crew members, what in your mind would play
at the thought of decay

would u pray?
would u turn gray?
would u wail and bray?
or would u be in shock, nothingness display?
or would u, as plane dives a mile a minute, make hay
quickly scribble who gets your assets if any, or debts pay

would u want to know
how and when u go?
or do we need to know in order to each day dim or glow?

so eat, drink and be merry everything to blow
but, what if it didn’t snow
would knowing then, be a worse curse? - whoa woe

would u want to be a randy
or would u want that fateful flight30 experience, which landed in manila fine and dandy
to live life differently and more handy?

will u be ready?
licking life’s candy
filling up gas tank before it gets empty?

someone told me long ago
there’s a calm before the storm,
i know
it’s been coming for some time.

when it’s over, so they say,
it’ll rain a sunny day,
He knows
shining down like water.

i wanna know, has life been in vain, through peak and pain?
i wanna know, have we ever seen the rain
coming down on a sunny day?

yesterday, and days before,
sun is cold and rain is hard,
i know
been that way for all our time.

till forever, on it goes
through the circle, fast and slow,
i know
it can’t stop, we wonder.

and here, i ramrom ponder…..
creedence-clearwater-revival-misheard-lyrics

what matters?

just read an article
how much one needs to stash to retire and comfortably unbuckle

to brake and breakfree from self-bound tethers
to live life light like floating feathers
to dwindle what one has taken stock
stop “work-to-pay-bills” clock
no longer your worth to world prove and mock
worldly treadmill to dock
purposeful living to rock

what are we chasing?
what’s worth finessing?
why are we dressing for earthly impressing
what illusions and vices are we financing
what’s clogging flow of what-matters blessing

how much is enough, enough?
for it’s “no matter how much, it doesn’t matter” fluff?

badfinger straining in my ear
divine instruction to harken dear

no matter what u are
I will always be with u
doesn’t matter what u do girl, I have paid your due

no matter what u do
I will always be around
u don’t have to tell me what u found girl, oh girl what’s new
cos’ I already knew

knock down the old brick wall, and be a part of it all
nothing to say, nothing to see, nothing to do
if u would give Me all, as I would give it to u
for without Me,
nothing would be,
nothing could be,
nothing should be

if u want it, here it is
come and get it
make your mind up fast on things that eternally last
if u want it, anytime
I can freely give it
but you better hurry cause the end is coming fast

lap swim desire
has been set on fire

rinconada pool located
exercise guilt emancipated

ain’t no master program swim
pure garbage yardage, just wanna be trim
started slow with 70 lengths aka 35 laps
before building up to 100 lengths max

blasting pink martini on drive back
a fond memory attack

je ne veux pas travailler
je ne veux pas dejeuner
je veux seulement oublier
et puis je “schwime”

courtesy wiki: pm in oregon zoo

alors, pardon pink martini
je remplace “fume” avec mot allemand car j’aime bien le passe-temps de natation, mais oui
philippe - merci..

buddy tanahkow again providing ramrom material
an obituary supposedly printed in london times, interesting and sadly real

here goes
with ramrom rapping blows

today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, common sense
who for many years have graced our lands and lens

no one knows for sure how old he was
since his birth records were long ago lost and tossed
in bureaucratic red tape
he will be remembered for such lessons bait
“knowing when to come in out of the rain”
“the early bird gets the worm”, it’s not in vain
“life isn’t always fair”
“maybe it was my fault” to declare

common sense lived by simple, sound financial policies
don’t spend more than you can earn - hmm, a life moxie
adults, not children, are in charge - reliable strategies

his health rapidly deteriorated when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
eg a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, an innocent grace;
teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch;
and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his bent and hunch.

common sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers
for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly young creatures.

it declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent or permission
to administer an aspirin to a student, or sun lotion;
but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

common sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;
and criminals received better treatment than their victims and witnesses.
common sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home
and the burglar could sue you for assault while trepassing your dome.

common sense finally gave up the will to live,
after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, can u believe??
she spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement for her peeve

common sense was preceded in death, by his parents - truth and trust,
his wife - discretion crust,
his daughter - responsibility gust,
his son - reason must to bust

he is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
i know my rights;
i want it now; whatever delights my sights
someone else is to blame;
i’m a victim, to flame

not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
if you still remember him, pass this on.
if not, join the majority and do nothing.
well, ramrom did something…

discovered indiana pop punk band ataris
their common sense not to miss
these lyrics from “life makes no sense”

jingle worth epitaph cents

“the world’s nothing but a lie
and everyone is going to die
but what can i say?
just help me make it through today”…

some of you may have seen this nugget
from george carlin, a comedian rugged
who apparently, from e-circulation received
wrote this after his first wife deceased
and who recently himself rested in peace

so circulating “carlinism” below to introspect
the paradox of life to inspect
faux or not, in honor of george and paying last respect
i left the prose intact
ramrom formatted for effect

the paradox of our time in history is that
we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
we spend more, but have less,
we buy more, but enjoy less.

we have bigger houses and smaller families,
more conveniences, but less time.
we have more degrees but less sense,
more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.

we drink too much, smoke too much,
spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry,
stay up too late, get up too tired
read too little, watch tv too much
and pray too seldom

we have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
we talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

we’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.
we’ve added years to life not life to years.

we’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
we conquered outer space but not inner space.
we’ve done larger things, but not better things.

we’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
we’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
we write more, but learn less.
we plan more, but accomplish less.
we’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
we build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.

these are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character,
steep profits and shallow relationships.

these are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses, but broken homes.
these are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throwaway morality, one night stands,
overweight bodies, and pills
that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

it is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
a time when technology can bring this letter to you,
and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete..

life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away…
george carlin (may12,1937-june22, 2008)

from carlin to berlin crooning in my head
in His time, all of us be permanently laid to bed
to be resurrected or in hell dwell, based on while-alive choices made?

watching every motion in this foolish lover’s game
haunted by the notion somewhere there’s a love in flames
turning and returning to some secret place inside
watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say
take my breath away
my love, take my breath away