The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single [to the glory of God], thy whole body shall be full of light.
Matthew 6:22
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Monday, February 8, 2010
Love and Suicide
I think my cat wants to commit suicide. Because she doesn't get enough love! I don't understand why people don't love her. I love her so much, but I'm just one person. I can't do it all myself. Is it just me, or is real love in short supply these days? It makes me so sad. I just want to stay in bed and cry all day.
Pressed in a Book
Doted on like seeds planted in rows
The untied shoelaces of your life
Nurtured all year, then pressed in a book
Or displayed in bad taste at the table.
Problems arise and you fan the fire
While there's a wild pack of dogs
Loose in your house tonight
Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
Add it up, and basically people never change
They just talk and make plans in the dark
Or make haste with ideas that can't help
But creep good people out.
As you talk to me to me, what you're assuming
We don't always want what's right.
Did I strike the right set of chords?
You're annoyed,
The goal is to ignite you then move on.
You feel ill at ease, you got no squeeze
And the wise-cracks won't make you more stable.
You've learned your lines to scale and to time
Why must I remind you now
I'm only less able
Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
We're ordinary people, we can't help but to change
As we walk and make plans in the dark
Or make haste with the boy who can't help
But creep good people out.
As you talk to me to me, what you're assuming
We don't always want what's right.
Two fallen saplings in an open field
Snow padding gently on an empty bench
An old woman's jewelry lying unadorned
Cold nesting robins allied for the first time
I know when you hear these sappy lines
You'll roll your eyes and say:
"Nice try."
The untied shoelaces of your life
Nurtured all year, then pressed in a book
Or displayed in bad taste at the table.
Problems arise and you fan the fire
While there's a wild pack of dogs
Loose in your house tonight
Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
Add it up, and basically people never change
They just talk and make plans in the dark
Or make haste with ideas that can't help
But creep good people out.
As you talk to me to me, what you're assuming
We don't always want what's right.
Did I strike the right set of chords?
You're annoyed,
The goal is to ignite you then move on.
You feel ill at ease, you got no squeeze
And the wise-cracks won't make you more stable.
You've learned your lines to scale and to time
Why must I remind you now
I'm only less able
Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
We're ordinary people, we can't help but to change
As we walk and make plans in the dark
Or make haste with the boy who can't help
But creep good people out.
As you talk to me to me, what you're assuming
We don't always want what's right.
Two fallen saplings in an open field
Snow padding gently on an empty bench
An old woman's jewelry lying unadorned
Cold nesting robins allied for the first time
I know when you hear these sappy lines
You'll roll your eyes and say:
"Nice try."
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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