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Nov '12

granted grunt

it was there i swore
now this diamond ring doesn’t shine for me anymore
a glare turned to stare
omg, my ring finger is bare
it was always there
i should have exercised care

re-traced steps, it must be somewhere
tell the giver, i wouldn’t dare
praying for a miracle rare
a lesson fare

you don’t know what you’re missing till it’s gone
might be too late to dawn
easy to take things for granted, regrets spawn
it’s only material stuff to pawn

quit pining
start appreciating
quit self-frying
start drying

to lose is to find
things you’ve being blind
things that wrongly bind
encounters of the third kind

if it comes back
then not meant to lack
meanwhile silver lining spoke
“yea, i must have lost weight” croak

appear, appear my dear
pierre cardin is trop cher
why i hate to own
things that cost when lost to groan







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Jul '09

27 raisons in the sun

still crazy after all these years…
27th milestone cheers!

there must be 27 ways not to leave your lover
27 reasons to hang on to the 4-leaf clover

1.    for we’re destined God’s gift and blessing to each other
2.    for together, we can travel further

3.    for great eats to snare and share
4.    for lows along with highs to bear

5.    for fresh-brewed expresso 27 years straight
6.    for home-cooked meals our tummies to satiate

7.    for as complementary opposites, we opened up more options
8.    for mustering only the “best” decisions

9.    for cautious caring – yea, don’t mess with his date
10.  for 24×7 consistency and loyalty, but don’t u be late

11.   cos’ we can’t get there alone
12.   cos’ you’re shrewd to the bone

13.   cos’ we can count on u to raise jk right
14.   cos’ we can agree to disagree in a fair fight

15.   cos’ we harmonize more than we terrorize
16.   cos’ you’re the responsible surprise and prize

17.   cos’ without your touch, the garden won’t bloom
18.   cos’ the grass gets cut and weeds are doom

19.   cos’ bills somehow get paid
20.   cos’ things get done without words being said

21.   so we have to stay stuck, together we cluck
22.   so we depend on each other to increase our buck

23.   so we can better live out our callings and dream
24.   so we can fill and overflow life’s brim

25.   so we can extend blessings and give to others more
26.   so we can divine purpose together soar

27.   so looking forward to new chapters to score and roar…

so, join ramrom to celebrate and positively brood
let our souls sync and sing in marley mood

june-8-essaouira-night-024r-blog bob marley spotted in essaouira, morocco

i wanna love u and treat you right
i wanna love u every day and every night
we’ll be together with a roof right over our heads
we’ll share the shelter of my single bed
we’ll share the same room, yeah! – for Jah provide the bread
is this love – is this love – is this love
is this love that i’m feelin’?


one love, one heart
let’s get together and feel all right
as it was in the beginning (one love)
so shall it be in the end (one heart)
give thanks and praise to the Lord and we will feel all right
let’s get together and feel all right

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May '09

hargreaves harvest

the beat goes on
harvesting precious friendships spawn
unbelievable yesterday
that’s all i can say

first seed to sprout
“things are different now” song with jini to spout

rush to lunch
with my www buddy with mai-tai punch

then bingo to enjoy
as part of celebrating 90th birthday of friend of neighbor joy

then off to bullis and catch up with email and hp alumni activity
came home to a surprise dinner with my gno buddies


ramrom’s intent now to busy
an entry to celebrate with bc
intertwined souls seeded in the seventies
paths crossed in hargreaves and asc
reunited again across analog figments sea


ramrom morphing touch upon public domain circulation
“the seed” purely for entertaining introspection

a successful business man was growing old
it was time to choose a successor bold
rather then choosing one of his directors or his children on this matter
he did something different and called all the young executives to gather

“it’s time for me to step down and choose the next ceo,'” he said
“i have decided to choose one of u” to take over the stead

the young executives were in shock
but the boss continued suspense to rock
“i am going to give each one of you a seed today
– a very special seed” i must say

“i want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today
with what you have grown from the seed i have given u, to display
i will then judge the plants that you bring
and the one i choose is the next ceo to spring”

one of the man named jim
went home and excitedly, told his wife the challenge with gleam
she helped him get a pot, soil and compost
and he planted the seed with fervor utmost
watering it every day and watch to see if it had grown, like a good host

after about 3 weeks, some of the other executives began to spout about
their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow and sprout
jim kept checking his seed
but nothing ever grew despite all the feed

4weeks, 5weeks, 6weeks went by
still nothing to jim’s eye
by now, others were talking about their plants that were meilleur
jim didn’t have a plant, he felt like a failure

6 months went by – still nothing in jim’s pot
he just knew he had killed his seed, not a promising spot
everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing
jim didn’t say anything to his colleagues, however taunting

he just kept watering and fertilizing the soil
he so wanted the seed to grow, not turn out a spoil
a year finally went by, time’s up for the competition
all the young executives brought their plants to the ceo for inspection
jim told his wife that he wasn’t going to take an empty pot
but she asked him to be honest about what happened – good, bad, not or rot

jim felt sick at his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment
but he knew his wife was right, all he can hope is atonement
he took his empty pot to the boardroom, disheartened but without sigh, no groan
when jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown
that the other executives had sown
they were beautiful – in all shapes and sizes, jim felt alone

he put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed
a few felt sorry for him, some consoling genteel rebuff
when the ceo arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young execs
jim just tried to hide at the back behind the backs

“my, what great plants, trees, and flowers you have grown,” said the ceo
today one of you will be appointed the next ceo”, the only one in the know
all of a sudden, the ceo spotted jim at the back of the room with his empty pot
he ordered the financial director to bring him to the front, to be put on the spot

jim was terrified… he thought, “the ceo knows i’m a failure! maybe he’ll have me fired!”
“what had happened to your seed?” – to hear the answer, the ceo aspired
jim told him the story as he perspired

the ceo asked everyone to sit down except jim
he looked at jim, and then announced to the young executives without a whim
“here is your next chief executive! his name is jim!”, he beamed

jim couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t even grow his seed
how could he be the new ceo?, the others plead

the ceo piped
as the time is ripe
“one year ago today, i gave everyone in this room a seed
told u to take the seed, plant it, water it, and bring it back to me today” was all i need

but the blunder, he admitted with thunder
tearing the baited silence asunder
i gave u all boiled seeds; they were dead – it was not possible for them to grow
all of u, except jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers, what a nice show

“when u found that the seed would not grow, u substituted another seed
jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it, indeed
therefore, he is the one who will be the new chief executive!” he splendidly decreed

and what’s the moral behind this story, you ask?
ah, ramrom relishes this task

if u plant honesty in your life, u will reap trust
if u plant goodness, u will reap friendship robust
if u plant humility, u will reap greatness
if u plant perseverance, u will reap contentment to immerse
if u plant consideration, you will reap perspective
if u plant diligence, you will reap success to give
if u plant forgiveness, u will reap reconciliation
therefore be careful what you plant now, pay attention
for it will determine what u will reap later the contention

“be not deceived; God is not mocked:
for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap” galatians 6:7 docked

happy birthday to bc and i
here’s a knowles shaw joyful refrain to wrap up and tie

sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.


Apr '09

memento mori

stumbled upon mental floss today
ripe to prevent ramrom decay
8th annual “10” issue
exfoliated latin tissue

i zeroed in on phrase number 9 gory
remember u must die – “memento mori”
fit to claim ramrom title glory
for it tells a good story

“u can interprete the phrase in two ways”
eat, drink, and party down faze or amaze
“or, less hedonistically, be good so u can get past the pearly gates
forgo temporal pleasures in favor of eternal bliss in heaven,” it grates
the phrase also served to prevent swelling heads
plebians whispering “memento mori” into roman soldiers’ ears
to keep their egos in check, ouch such sharp spears

humble stumble
human lives crumble
humans fumble
only way for life to rumble
is through the One that rose from death’s tumble
an easter mumble


because He lives, i can face tomorrow
because He lives, all fear is gone
because i know He holds the future
and life is worth the living
just because He lives

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Apr '09

missa in angustiis

brr, drastic temperature drop today
so urge to dip in pool is kept at bay
that frees up time to blog
dots to connect and unclog
chancel yesterday night
enjoyed chancel choir with musical might
highlight was blog title – hadyn’s “mass in time of distress”
along with mark hayes’ arrangements to de-stress
“little david play on your harp” imploring
ending with joshua’s jericho victory cresendoing

montgomery_anne_of_green_gables_cover weekend entertainment was anne of green gables
a peninsula youth theater production in mt view performing arts stables
reminding me of my own youth
accepting unknowns and disappointments can actually soothe

bc recently shared quotes from “wild, witty, women”
poet nikki giovanni summoned
“we love because it’s the only true adventure”

and there are those who love Him because He first loved us
1 John 4:19

indeed franz haydn – a lovely missa in angustiis

Kyrie eleison..
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
misere nobis…dona nobis pacem

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Nov '08

yetzer lupinus

turkey got gobbled
return to world cobbled
from thankful heart, how then to proceed
fable of 2 wolves residing in heart, which one do u feed?

a cherokee indian elder was teaching his grandchildren about life
“a fight is going on inside you”  for life is 10% hits happen, 90% how u cope with strife

“it is a terrible fight between two wolves
one wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, arrogance, self-pity
greed, guilt, resentment, lies, false pride, ego, superiority and inferiority
the other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility,
kindness, benevolence, friendship, truth, compassion, faith, empathy and generosity
the same fight going on inside of you is inside every other person too,” with virtuosity
the story moves

the children thought about it for a minute, and then one child asked, “o wise kin
which wolf will win?”

the old cherokee elder replied simply,
“the one you feed,”  intentionally or unknowingly

credit to http://www.firstpeople.us/pictures/wolves/1024×768/ds-loup07-1024×768.html

a rabbi expressed it this way:

the 2 wolves symbolize yetzer hora, the evil inclination
and yetzer hatov, the good but unfortunately mainstream declination
lupine yetzer hora thrives on bodily appetites
while lupine yetzer hatov thrives on torah, prayer, good deeds not fights
both wolves compete to out-smother
eventually, one swallows the other

the world’s a pyramidical house of cards
when duked out, everything gets leveled, no more bards, no nothing, no if’s, no butts
ctrl-alt-delete restart, histories turn and burn
humans don’t learn, shortcuts yearn, hardwork and harmony spurn
the tensive dilemma prevails
have and have-nots, who-lords-who power-hungry trails
when we solve conditions purely on human folly and might
ignoring larger quantum particle forces at play, a costly blindsight

life sojourn and its meandering meanings begin
inside-out first not outside-in
first grapple with problem of sin
avoid nurturing soul with toxic foods and worldly din

john grant, ex-senator now writer-speaker recalls paul’s letter to the galatians
imploring them to live by the Spirit, and not gratify the desires of the sinful nature and inclinations
for the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit,
and the Spirit desires what is contrary to the sinful nature…anti-frog in warm water ribbit…..

exemplar deeds of the flesh, paul in galatians 5:19-20 spelled them out:
sexual immorality, impurity debauchery, idolatry witchcraft, hatred, discord, jealousy bout
rage fits, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions envy, drunkenness, orgies, feeding yetzer hora clout

paul then went on to enumerate the fruits of the Spirit in galatians 5:22
which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness
self-control, faithfulness, and gentleness

o where have been my blue-eyed son
and where have been my darling young one

i saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
i saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
i saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
i saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
i saw a white ladder all covered with water
i saw 10000 takers whose tongues were all broken
i saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

i met a young child beside a dead pony
i met a white man who walked a black dog
i met a young woman whose body was burning
i met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
i met one man who was wounded in love
i met another man who was wounded and hatred

and it’s hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

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Nov '08

hello wind

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?

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Oct '08

hotel california

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
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 

Sep '08

nayee baala donka

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

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Aug '08


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

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Aug '08

chinese box

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

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Aug '08

i say tomayto, u say tomahto

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

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Jul '08

gear shifts

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


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…..

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Jul '08

what matters

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 u better hurry cause the end is coming fast

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Jul '08

2-cents epitaph

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”…

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May '08

wow to mama pow

just returned from annual powwow at stanford
our second for the record

however this time around as i view the native indians prance, i simply marvel and appreciate the fact
it is because of mothers, the human race is kept alive to carry on generations intact

so this entry dedicated to all mothers
for without our exquisite divine design, there be no further mothers, brothers, sisters and fathers
thanks to lm, cyberspace “invisible mother” served ripe material for ramrom foray
here’s to all mamas out there, a happy mother’s day!

it all began to make sense
the lack of response, the blank looks dense
the way one of the kids will walk into the room while i’m on the phone
and ask to be taken to the store or potty throne
inside i’m thinking, ‘can’t u see i’m on the phone, my darling drone’

obviously not
what have i got?

no one can see if i’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor
or even standing on my head in the corner or by the door
no one can see me at all
i’m invisible… the invisible mom at beck of call

some days i am only a pair of hands, nothing more
can you fix this? can you tie this? can you open this?, what’s cooking, what’s in store
some days i’m not a pair of hands
i’m not even a human being as the whole world descends
upon me it depends

i’m a clock to ask, ‘what time is it?’
i’m a satellite guide to answer ‘what number is the disney channel?’ on remote to hit
i’m a car to order, ‘right around 5:30, please, and by the way can u bring the mitt’

i was certain that these were the hands that once held books
and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude with savvy looks
but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again
she’s going, she’s going, she’s gone insane!

one night, a group of us was having dinner
celebrating janice’s return from england, a fabulous trip winner
she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in
i was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well and sharp as a pin

it was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself
i was feeling pretty pathetic, a pity-party about to delve
when unexpectedly, janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package
‘i brought you this…’ it was a book on the great cathedrals of europe to rummage

i wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription:
‘to charlotte, with admiration
for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees’ incantation

in the days ahead i would read – no, devour – the book
and i would discover what would become for me, life-changing truths to hook

no one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names
these builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished nor its gains
they made great sacrifices and expected no credit nor fame flames
for the passion of their building
was fueled by their faith that God’s eyes saw everything

a legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built
he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam with caring lilt
he was puzzled and asked the man, ‘why are u spending so much time in the groove
carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?

no one will ever see it, why bother?’
‘ah, but because God sees’ was the workman’s gentle utter

i closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place
it was almost as if i heard God whispering to me with grace
‘I see you, charlotte. I see the sacrifices u make every day even when no one around u does
all u do tirelessly without fuss

for no act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on,
no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for Me to notice and a smile don
cos’ u are building a great cathedral but u can’t see right now what it will become or be born.’

at times, my invisibility feels like an affliction
but it is not a disease that is erasing my life, so avoid that addiction
rather, it is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness infliction
it is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride condition

i keep the right perspective when i see myself as a great builder
as one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished asunder
to work on something that their name will never be on any boulder

the writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree and submit to such grime

then it hit
when i really think about it…

i don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for thanksgiving,
‘my mom gets up at 4 in the morning
and bakes homemade pies, and hand bastes the turkey for 3 hours without moaning
and presses all the table linens a-glowing’

for that would mean i’d built a shrine or a monument to myself bear
i just want him to want to come home, each other to enjoy and care
and if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, ‘you’re gonna love it there’

as mothers, we are building great cathedrals u see
we cannot be seen if we’re doing it right or what we’re building could or would be

and one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel
not only at what we have built, whether wood or marble

so on mother’s day
our hearts to sway
appreciate, reflect and marvel at the beauty that has been added to the world
by the sacrifices of invisible women, young and old

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May '08

marbles spent

119. Sun 17 Feb ’08

losing marbles

jk’s turn to be down and out
came back last thursday for dad’s getafix potion2combat flu bout
’tis nice to family recover together over the weekend
the sun rays and pho quyen lunch-out together to intake

i love each day granted and cherish the weekend days to recharge and unwind
just read a story about someone counting number of saturdays left to enjoy and recline
he was 55 and assuming an average lifespan of 75, he computed about 1000 saturdays left to pine
he gathered 1000 marbles in a jar, decrementing a marble each saturday spent as he marched with time
things came sharply in focus doing this exercise
yes, literally losing your marbles in order for life’s priorities to precise

got me thinking, it doesn’t matter what age i am at
but let’s say i have 1000 saturday marbles left to play and possibly gain back a few depending on how i bet
when the last marble is gone, i’m gone with the wind, returning to sand
no scarlett, tomorrow’s no longer another day to give a damn
no more rom to ram

so how did i this past saturday spend?
jk taught me a game called portals which created in me more harass than fun caress to blend
tried to freefile jk’s taxes to find out this year he disqualifies because he entered world of stock investment
ok even-steven – i learn portals; in return u learn to deal with uncle sam and turbotax online enlightenment

dad lost his marble reviving french with rosetta stone son downloaded
since we talked about a family trip to france this summer long overdue and goaded

i lost my marble, playing hokkien rap songs that sally got me that finally we received via bryan in the mail yesterday
but gained a marble back when haircutter ngee complimented that she looks to us to model moulding her daughter’s clay

who will buy this wonderful feeling
i’m so high i swear i could fly
me oh my, i don’t want to lose it
so what am i to do to keep this sky so blue
there must be someone who will buy

my dickens, georgygirl cg – do u remember i sang this lionel bart’s oliver refrain in the play mrs chan wrote
with me as character “deafy” – that was one fun concert marble we lost to keep our studies afloat

yes, with each saturday completed
i lose some marbles and gained some on other days until depleted

saturday in the park
u’d think it was the 4th of july
people talking, really smiling
ramrom playing guitar
singing for us all
will u help her change the world
can u dig it, yes, i can
and i’ve been waiting such a long time
for today

thanks ngee..
u taught us loyalty
people reaching, people touching
a real celebration


124. Sun 9 Mar ’08

von manherz und mein herz

today marks daylight saving
maintenant dans le jardin avec le soleil, ramrom sowing
almost late for worship today
to pbc in paly alley instead of cupertino to sway

whoops, found out we’re 15 minutes early
so popped in to tiny library
gems awaiting me, i declare
4 books synchronistically demanded my stare

first caught my eye is charles stanley’s handbook for divine living
he who baptized me 29 years ago, my attention beckoning
letter “s” sits next to charles swindoll
his book “dropping your guard” seems to call
so into my hand these 2 books fall

so moved to table to honor code check-out
2 more books lying on table caught my eye, hmm, what about?
first “poems” by c.s.lewis, what a find
thought he only wrote essays, prose and such kind

then another plain nondescript thin book leaped at me
entitled simply “poems from the heart” by rev. c.edgar manherz, my heart harkened to that plea
no copyright, no publisher, no library of congress cataloging
simply a preface with “love from the heart”, a collection of his poems by popular demand circulating

manherz was born in waynesboro, pennsylvannia
an ordained methodist minister for 62 years sheer
“expressing thoughts with words that rhyme seemed to be a natural talent” and hobby
the book was written not to make money, “but rather to share pleasure with others”, and certainly me

and here i reproduce some on ramrom, von manherz via mein herz to thee
i doubt, u can find this in circulation anymore, from sea to shining sea
when i am done with it, u can find it in library at palo alto pbc!

here goes reverend edgar manherz‘ song
i don’t know where u are now edgar
this much i know, to God we belong…

“poems from the heart”
poems from the heart are sincere and true
bringing messages to me and to you
they spring from the deep longings in the heart
for it is there they germinate and get their start.
they keep swelling up in our innermost being
revealing clearly how we are feeling.
our yearnings, our hopes and our dreams
keep flowing forth like mountain streams.
messages from the simple events of life
love, joy, wonder, hatred and strife,
messages from nature and the wonders of God
from ordinary people – tillers of the sod.
they keep growing and growing these yearnings of the soul
until we at last find God, life’s ultimate goal.
they may help you find the purpose of life
and lead you to God and eternal life.
so, as you read this book of poems through,
may they bring pleasure and comfort to you.

“birth of a poem”
in my life at certain times,
thing i want to say come out in rhymes.
this is a talent God gave to me
so to Him goes the praise, as it ought to be.
He gives me a thought and i search my mind
to express that thought with words that rhyme.
in a little while a poem is written
explaining the thought that God has given.
so, i’ll thank and praise Him every day
and in my life let Him hold sway.

thus inspired today is ramrom and manherz co-mingled written
Lord thank U for today’s blessing, my heart is smitten

i feel less abbie-normal to understand what’s flowing in my vein
pray that it’s not vain of me, but hope ramrom is not in vain
to share on internet such love refrains, or should i refrain?

today’s pbc sermon is on sabbath rest designed by the Lord
how befitting, psalm 46:10 “be still and know that I am God”

if u like some more of manherz and ramromherz
why, leave a comment to draw out more heart spurts


107. Sun 16 Dec ’07

legally bound

ah sabbath’s supposed to be day of rest
stack of signed refi loan papers beckoning eyes to test
decided to follow jewish sabbath so rested yesterday instead
just plowed thru some 125 paper docs, man what a headache!

nathaniel hawthorne is bright – easy reading requires damned hard writing
hmm, we should make lawyers make their honest living
not by deploying copious legalese to keep all in the foodchain afloat
i for one, plain simple english doth gloat

all i want is a low interest rate loan
far away from a negative amortized home
with one enormous trusting glare
a 1-page contract snare

……ah, wouldn’t it be loverly?

lots of terms to digest and read
lots of signing my life away, making lots of heed
my dream wish – no more mortgage feed
ah, wouldn’t it be loverly?

next week more papers to john henry
all 5-year arm’s came to roost, rates start jumping if not fixed in a hurry

reminding us it’s been 5 years since we returned to bay area fold
yes, time marches on – how in silicon valley to economically grow old?


108. Mon 17 Dec ’07


1 guy outnumbered by 4 gals lunch to munch
can be delightful with interesting story crunch
that’s what happened today with the 5-some bunch
how wild the conversation could run, the guy had no hunch!

we covered 8-hr newark airport blues to lost ring after wedding bells
and hubby’s ring flying off during bus ride, creating search pell mells
best of all shared is d4D shopping experience with personal shopper free
to the rescue at plano nordstrom just days before bearing mrs. degree

we aim to please – how about 36d to curve with lavendar wedding attire
how about “spank” to hold back that spare tire
she tried it on, it felt awful so was smart not to acquire
let it all hang out vs big time agonizing quagmire

so in future, u know the lunch party to hang out with
taboo-topics with guys? – we’ve certainly busted that myth
may not be breakfast at tiffany’s but lunch-with-us at cafe eleven
can have u in stitches and in 7th heaven

rom river, wider than a mile
we’re crossin’ u in style everyday
oh spinmaker, u blues-breaker
wherever u’re ramin’, i’m romin’ your way

us drifters, off to chat about the world
there’s such a lot of world to twirl

we’re after the same rainbow’s end
waitin’ round the bend
my chuckleberry friend
rom river and me


117. Fri 1 Feb ’08

let it rip

interesting exercise at network event last night
what some would do without hesitation with might
while others defer with apprehensive fright
get a $1 bill please, place on table
meanwhile detour with other q&a prattle

ah yes, come back to the dollar, the spirit spree
i want u to rip it into 2, at count of 3
half the audience did it, rest held back
next, so why-did-u-do-or-not-do-it nut to crack

doers felt nothing to lose for next exciting unveiling
some followed instruction in hopes of reward returning?
i didn’t dare tear
for francine’s dollar ain’t mine, so best impulse impair
some pondered the non-sense of it all
while others let their mere dollar fall
without appall

whatever u discern
it boils down to an “acting out of belief and value system” concern
your reality is the only reality
nothing else matters till u let someone define for u, matter of connected affinity

what’s next, to be or not to be?
yearning follow-up feedback from u to me
should i let rap rip?
what else is hip?
what tango step to dip?
continue blogging, your soul to nip?
should i whole dollar keep?

the minute u walked in the joint,
i could see u were a gal of distinction,
a real big spender,
good looking, so refined
say, wouldn’t u like to know
what’s going on in my mind?

hey big spender
spend a little dime on me


118. Thu 14 Feb ’08


last week feb 7 marks new lunar year
a new 12-year animal horoscope cycle in the rat to cheer
leaving the pig behind in the rear
i was sick as a dog, now out of woods clear
so the blog ink is ready to smear

but rats, what to squeak about
i am a ram of east and west with no clout
no one to receive what i care to share
what’s the point of roms to bare
cheesy ratatouille best frozen like a rat in a snare
go through customs with nothing to declare

wait, today cupid’s arrows dart
but why do we need valentine to awake the heart
‘cos i don’t care too much for money, honey dove
money can’t buy me love

hickory dickory dock
quick get that sparkling rock
time’s running out, tick-tock
to induce love shock

there’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
nothing you can sing that can’t be sung
nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
rats, it’s easy to make narcissistic claim

all u need is luv
all u need is luv
all u need is love, luv
love is all u need

He loves u yea yea yea
He loves u yea yea yea
and with a love like that
u know u should be glad


125. Sun 23 Mar ’08


what actually is time?
for how mortals mark time determines how mortal age climb
light years or lunar years, it’s all relative says einstein

if per gregorian calendar, today is easter
first sunday after 14 days following vernal equinox with ecclesiastical moon in full blister
in france, pâques is also a “faire-du-pont” vacation whisper
in philippines, “pasko ng muling pagkabuhay” is joyous “salubong” mother-son reunion pleaser

but per julian “eastern” calendar, u have to wait till april 27 for paschal lambs to glister

regardless when time marks easter, it is its significance that matters
Christ’s resurrection is what differentiates the faith for its believers

for He represents where “time” comes from
and when our earthly time ends, eternity with Him begins aplomb

as matthew 28:6 records – “He is not here: for He is risen as He said.
come, see the place where the Lord lay.”
sparking this 1971 william j. gaither’s timeless treasure hymn jay

because He lives, i can face tomorrow,
because He lives, all fear is gone;
because i know He holds the future,
and life is worth the living,
just because He lives!


127. Sun 30 Mar ’08

habanero tobiko

taipan chef is usually on strike starting friday night
so to restaurants we head to get a bite

two cuisine themes dominate this weekend
friday evening was persian deezi in campbell bend
saturday we dined at iranian house of kabobs in mt view land

sushimaru in milpitas served us sunday lunch
dinner will be at paly alley fukisushi, where ya-ya sisters munch

discoveries of all sorts abound
first, sushimaru intro’d habanero tobiko, our tongues on fire held spellbound
literally plus tobiko yields a deadly melange compound
taipan lalo’s capsium popularity chart is siricha confound

second, today’s pbcc sermon reminded wisdom from james
yea, james who spoke so eloquently on critical, judgemental tongue flames

pastor andy drake framed james 4:11-17 for today’s message
about humility as we make life’s passage

flyer verse quoted proverbs 11:2 sage
“when pride comes, then comes disgrace,
but with humility comes wisdom”, what an ace
think before we speak and act, to set divine pace

james tongue bites
“do not speak evil against one another, brethren” he writes
judging others and being judged by your judging, verse12 is to savor
“there is 1 Lawgiver and Judge, He who is able to save and to destroy…who are you to judge your neighbor?”

for verse 14 incites that “you do not know about tomorrow
what is your life?”, whether of happiness or sorrow
“for you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes”
where will life go then with its gilded arrogance amassed, along with blemishes

whoa, habanero tobiko in deed
is today’s planted seed

or do u judge it “weed”?


129. Wed 9 Apr ’08

basura therapy

aiya ya ya
ain’t no cielito lindo aria
more like o-mama-mia, o-mama-mia

work has to move
to menlo park groove

so today was “womba” cathartic bash
why on earth did i stash
so much trash
once some worthy-reason-to-keep mash
now mere poubelle succotash

but less baggage
means more mobility to gauge
to get out of cage
to turn page
of social-mobile-global rage

trashing is therapeutic symbolic cleansing
for lens resetting and vision renewing
a lighter payload can further traject
growth fuel to inject
to fill the void from basura reject
new prospects to inspect

till they become trash to toss again
new waves to gain
new cycle flame
get onboard the train

time to hackett
try again. fail again. fail better” says samuel beckett
“think smart, move fast” but fail fast to set new cdi record

enough trash
chimes beckett, the task of an artist afterall is “to find a form that accommodates the mess”
so i stop and off to dc i dash
avoiding godot clash

when irish eyes are smiling,
sure ’tis like the morn in spring.
in the lilt of irish laughter
u can hear the angels sing when irish hearts are happy,
all the world seems bright and gay.

and when irish eyes are smiling,
sure, they steal your heart away.

Oct '07


wriiting this as cold virus ravages
nose sore from trying to unclog bronchial passages
lips dry for wisps of air to keep alive
futile hacking cough to rid congestion is on overdrive

balaji pointed out, seems like this time last year
i was in the same cold doldrums to clear
so i checked on “gumbo” entry logged
by golly, indeed oct14 2006 with same cold bogged

lo and behold, amazon shipment of 3 books arrived yesterday
purchased using finance forum gift code came just in time my way
to take my mind off from wallowing in phlegm, some wisdom to delight
first to read “keeping the faith” on suggested list, shed hopeful insight

should be able to breeze thru the other 2 books, selected off the list
“what got u here won’t get u there” stumbled via october’s “knowlede@emory” mist

as I checked it to amazon’s shopping cart
a correlated list of connected books suggested, how click-smart
clicked paperback “360 leader” which turned-out2be workbook, hmm – a mistake4asurrealreason dart

so instead of jazz gumbo to soak in this weekend
it’s leadership mumbo-jumbo this time of year to attend

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Sep '07

decision incisions

radio waves reaching my ears as i drive
ron mehl’s message on decision-making for fulfilling life
timely template as i contemplate
the intersections in hr woods to bake and take
for the decisions today i make
will affect me and others in future i now create
choose wisely for goodness sake

first, consider the future
4 simple questions to suture
– is it biblical, as what-not-to-do crystallizes what-to-do
– is it necessary, don’t go there if no need to
– is it the best choice given your position of influence
more influence means more eyes watching confluence
– is it wisely thought-through for positive congruence

second, consider God, hmm- that’s a thought
it’s free given to all, u’ve been bought and sought
harmony reigns when u let Him have His way
jeremiah 18:6 let Him be Potter, i be the clay
why subject to divine authority, ron surmises
to keep u from hurting yourself, others – avoid wasteful, nasty surprises

third, consider others for we are all connected
your actions ripple to family, friends, colleagues – community gets affected

fourth, consider your growth
only 1-life-to-live on planet earth
will it be meaningful dearth
full of mirth?

alright, last but not least
u have to decide whether or not to handle the beast

which way you goin’ billy?
can I go too?
which way you goin’ billy?
can I go with u?

which way you going, billy?
or need I ask?
cause u don’t want me, billy
u’re free to choose till final dusk

I won’t forget u, billy
for all your life
I’ll always love u, billy
I’ll stay through all your strife

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Sep '07

lewy bodies

u learn some thing new everyday
dinner with angie rendered learning my way
about lewy body disease being 2nd to alzheimer’s disease
on list of dementia causes, per “edmonton journal” news release
dementia being impaired thinking, mental confusion and memory amiss

lewy bodies are blobs of peculiar inclusions found in infected brain cells
manifesting signs of dementia plus unique characteristics, neurologist doctor lewy tells
patients’ mental confusion and memory deficits can clear for a time
but they always sink back into dementia’s confusion slime

they frequently suffer from visual hallucinations, seeing things that aren’t there
and for an inordinate amount of time into seeming emptiness glare and stare
daytime drowsiness aka sleepiness commonly incur
disturbing nightmares in the early stages of sleep habitually recur
also suffering similar parkinson’s symptoms such as hand tremor

~60-to-75% of diagnosed dementias are of the alzheimer’s and mixed type
10-to-15% are lewy bodies type, per wiki hype
no medicine cures lewy body disease
only pills4symptoms temporary relief, eg clonazepam nightmares to decrease

we can send man to moon
but no breakthru cure yet for alzheimer’s, lewy, parkinson’s to swoon

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said the little Lamb to the weary soul
do u hear what i hear
ivories ringing through air, I haven’t forgotten My foal
do u hear what i hear

a song, a song
high on lynnwood second floor
o the saints are marching to my door
strains of bonnie over the ocean adore

o where have u been, billy boy charm
just as i am, o Lamb of God i come


lips began to move
words appear as music notes soothe
heads nod, smiles break out
walderee, walderah about
with my knapsack on my back
dim souls re-lit, wake up memory attack

once upon a time i was falling in love
but now i’m only falling apart
turnaround, every now and then i become a restless dove
and i dream of something wild, total eclipse of the mind and heart

once upon a time there was light in my life
but now there’s only love in the dark
nothing i can say, spare an intermittent mind spark
a total eclipse of the heart and my life fragments fly

where have all the flowers gone?
long time passing…
the answer my friend
is blowing in the wind

the answer is blowing in the wind

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Sep '07

chucky cheese

a cheery cheesy wish
from this cheesy rap dish

hippy thots and love to chuck
this blog to celebrate and cluck
someone special who never passes the buck

never too old, jamais too late to dream
your passion to fill to brim and scream
u’ve given your all, you’ve given alot
now and tomorrow, enjoy what u got


birthday bell
to treat yourself well
to reap your harvest
what u’ve sowed, dreams to blast

for as prior awakening tale told
life is not making a living but living life bold

the road may be short, may be long
make your path, u ain’t heavy, u’re my bruder strong

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Aug '07

the dash

dashing through email snow
with a one horsepower sleigh
old files to plough and throw
came across clay to splay

bells on my mind ring
spirit jolt with might
a jarring pause to make and bring
a slaying song tonight

i read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend
he referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning to the end

he noted that first came her date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years
1934 1998

for that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth

for it matters not how much we own
the cars…the house…the cash
what matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash

so think about this long and hard
are there things you’d like to change?
for u never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged

if we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel

and be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before

if we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while

so when your eulogy is being read out loud
with your life’s actions to rehash
would u be proud of the things they say
about how u spent your dash?

from dash
to m.a.s.h. lyrics mesh
“a brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be?
and i replied ‘oh why ask me?’ ”

colossians 4:17 message to archippus from paul
complete the work u have received in the Lord and called

man cares who wins the race
God cares about how the race is run vs His pace

God is not looking for the fastest runner of the dash
He’s looking for u to run your best before u crash

the stark truth, we can’t accomplish in our own strength, what God wants for us
only way to God is through Lord, through His Holy Spirit to set our pace and goal to burst

while many ways to skin a cat
only one way to truth and life, john 14:6 spat
“I am the Way and the Truth and the Life
no one comes to the Father except through Me”
so let not your heart be troubled, there’s no need to strive

jingle bell
jingle bell
jingle all the way…………….

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Aug '07

blog clog

i notice there is a fear
a large population staying from blogging clear
it’s just another neutral tool
depends on how u use it – could be bad, could be cool

nothing is worse than fear of fear
like everything else, choice is yours my dear
u put limits, u will be limited
u want to feel defeated, u will be defeated
u want success, u self-fulfill success
u want abscess, u will be obsessed with abscess

we have equal access
to sources of bless or stress
to stay upright or uptight
to have life that bites or with a bite

born free, as free as the wind blows
as free as the grass grows
born free to follow your heart
leave a meaningful footprint before u depart


live free and beauty surrounds u
the world still astounds u
each time u look at a star
connect to your source to drive your life car

born free, and life is worth living
but only worth living
’cause you’re born free
to live life to fullest with His grace degree

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May '07


matt grad
matt is graduating
the clan is coming

time to clean and rid of crut
shop new clothes, get out of rut
devour a nice meal, get a haircut

another year clocked
did we learn to rock?
opened door when opportunity knocks?
removed road blocks?

hippy wishes to us
celebration to immerse
thus flowed the verse
another year to nurse

taipan culinary treat never fails on this day
a to-die-for meal his love to spray

starting out with 2 mango smoothies spiked with margarita mix and a dab of his limoncella
set your throat and appetite on fire, a hella bella

first course was foie gras avec sauce de frambroise et monbazillac “sauterne”
ensuite, ravioli stuffed con pollo in buttery salvia con tartufi olive oil churned

downed with rheingau riesling
then chomped on sweet white corn glistening

with outta-this-world bbq ribs
a vegetarian no longer be when taipan’s ribs hit your lips

oh think twice
it’s another day for u and me in paradise

oh be nice
goodwill to entice
u and me to skate on ice
of men and mice

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