Tuesday, September 05, 2006
on finding your own path
I’ve the faith of many men…
a resolve… a strength of
being which comes from
being at peace within
my skin.
a faith which dictates my
actions without my
consent… though I’d
hardly protest for to do so
would be to walk along
a path which was not
lain for me.
please do not question
my religions… nor the
means by which I
attained this enlightenment.
I’ve explained before that
you must find your own
path… so I will ask
you once more to
get the hell off of mine.
Posted by Roger Laferriere on 09/05 at 12:14 PM
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I am perfect
I may be too short, or perhaps too tall.
I don’t seem able to swim at all.
I can’t drive a car, I can’t fly a plane,
Exercising too much always gives me a pain.
I think cities are too crowded, the country to plain.
The jungles are too hot with far too much rain.
I come from the north. I live in the west.
The east is beautiful, the south is the best.
I find the summers too hot and the winters to cold
I am way too young and far too old.
I fear so much I don’t know where to begin…
Water, heights, dogs, clowns, priests and sin.
I don’t have a job. I work too many hours.
I only take baths. I love to take showers.
I find oceans too salty, ponds full of mud,
Lakes are too calm and rivers tend to flood.
I don’t have children, a dog or a cat.
I am much too thin and way to fat.
You may say I am not perfect but I disagree.
For I am the only me that there ever shall be.
Posted by Karen Hunni on 09/05 at 12:12 PM
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the verb conjugations of a drunken jackass
“can you guffaw?” he asks
quite seriously. “i mean really,
what the hell is a guffaw?”
a hearty, boisterous burst of
laughter, i answer.
“thank you webster, but
like, who guffaws anymore?”
he continues, a beer in
one hand, a pretzel in
the other, trying to sound
intelligent despite his
slurred speech.
i would, were this discussion
any more ridiculous…
jackass, i reply.
“does anyone even say
guffaw anymore?”
Posted by Roger Laferriere on 09/05 at 11:46 AM
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The Alchemist
The Alchemist, written by Brazilian author Paulo Coelho, is a very simple tale with a profound meaning. The writing is clear and effective. The novel is as effective as the reader will allow it to be.
The story is of Santiago, an Andalusian shepherd boy, who follows his heart. It was written some time ago, though has remained as timeless as The Little Prince.
I’ve not yet delved very deeply into the novel, though am already enjoying it greatly.
Posted by William James McPhee on 09/05 at 10:38 AM
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Falling Forward
The front porch is the perfect place to watch life reinvent itself, as is always the case with each passing season. Children run for their school buses, while parents wave (sometimes weep) from a distance.
Scout (my 8 year old German Shepherd gem) and I observe, this nurturing part of our lives long over. Without a (human) female presence in our home, we’ve become silent in our emotions. We’ve become complacent in this knowledge, both she and I… though something occasionally stirs.
That tear shed quietly by a young father, loading his little girl onto the bus for her first day of kindergarden. These moments capture an old soul, and remind it of its humanity.
How long can one fall into this descent?
Posted by William James McPhee on 09/05 at 08:14 AM
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