how does one know?

I think it is simply because it is always even better than it was last time. Doesn't have to be it, as I used to feel it must. It is just incredible that no one has ever been able, not even poets, to precise how much the heart can hold. If I am alive, my heart needs to beat to the beat of another heart - no matter how that sensation often drives one crazy and so often people advise caution. Without emotions of the full kind, we would not understand anything. Yes, I am an incurable romantic and it is a good thing.

As high as I can go (today)

You ask me where I go tonight, I go back to today last year.
Me and you had to make each other happy and there was hope with everything.

It's hard enough to feel the world as it is and hold on anything.
Without these quiet times you've brought 'round here.

I'm gonna have to run away, I'm sure that I belong some other place.
I've seen another side of all I've seen it keeps me wondering where my family is.

It's hard enough to see the world as it is and hold on anything.
Without these quiet times coming 'round here.

Now I miss you...
And I want you...
But I can't have you...
Even when your here...

I suppose I have to take you with me, broken mind I'd rather leave you here.

To forget everything you've seen and known - erase every idea.

And you walk up in the street, and hold my hand and smile.
Well I won't be taken in, 'cos I know how it turns out.
And it takes me back to these quiet times coming 'round here.

Now I miss you...
And I want you...
You're not coming back...
And I need you...
But I can't have you...
Even when your here...

Now I miss you...
And I want you...
You're not coming back...
And I need you...
But I can't have you...
Even when your here...

66 is not 99

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

Don't stop me!

Don't do to others, what you wouldn't like to have done to yourself!

when in America

"NO MONEY, NO MONEY!!!"

ZENAIDA, the Filipino house keeper.

YES!

If I don't have hope, I might as well be dead! It's unbearable to go around without it...

Sacred Sunday

and the winner is....

Shocking...

...yet that is the message i feel i got from my father while i was growing up!!! he probably would argue that all he wanted was the best for me and that i would make the "right" choices. and my mother, who is totally non-confrontational, was always very busy with the other three children and with the constant adaptations which life imposed on her. plus i don't think she had a clue what i was all about. in both cases, i believe it must have been very hard for both my parents to have to deal with me.

excessive demands.

no fun.

as a result, i am a people-pleaser, although never insincere. ..."nice"...

i may also have developed a kind of a "parallel" life - nothing serious - but a place a go, where i can just "be".

deal with it!

image by Dina Wakley

DC

do we ever know?

I am tired!

EVER TRIED.

EVER FAILED.

NO MATTER.

TRY AGAIN.

FAIL AGAIN.

FAIL BETTER.

Samuel Beckett (1906-1989)

I should be using my fuck-ups as opportunities to grow, but at the rate it is going, I'll soon have grown so big, I won't fit anywhere any more!I should not lose the nerve to commit new mistakes, because every "no" brings me closer to a "yes", except I'm afraid I won't recognize the "yes", because I've never experienced it!I should have the courage to move forward and risk failing once more, because simply just give up is not an option...Or maybe it is! Spoiled and wasted chances drive me insane! ...Yeah, yeah: they teach me about life and show me my true colors - but it is a pain in the ass and I am sick of it all.

Batman

BATMAN INSISTS ON HANGING UPSIDE-DOWN! BUT SUCH IS THE NATURE OF THE BAT...COULD TOO MUCH BLOOD IN THE BRAIN HAVE A DIRECT RELATION TO THE WAY BATS THINK?...SO SILLY!!!

I THINK THIS CAR SHOULD GO AND RACE AT NASCAR. LIKE,.....GOING AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND....

MAKES SENSE.

Some times...

Can be a BLESSING!