the things we see each day if we even realize it.
the place where our vision meets our thoughts, trying to find a decent balance between those thoughts which tend to be too lofty and the reservations from the thoughts that seem to be too reasonable. these ordinary days can't move any slower, but they sure do offer a good deal of experiences.
i just haven't been seeing them lately. be thou my vision. and it all changes. i used to be scared of seeing everything with the taintedness of rose colored stained glass windows. now it's a prayer to see with just a hint of that color- of that view.
some days feel like i'm watching myself go by inside of the day, trapped in the screen. above my car as it weaves in and out on the freeway, walking with a rush running a few minutes late for work, letting the time pass at work and waiting for the time i can exit and weave on the freeway again.
be thou my vision.
so simple.
grace my feet, and faith my eyes.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
the answer to the numerous request
since I received so many requests from my first blog to post more, i do believe I will begin today. Again.
So today, a man was shot by an airline marshall for claiming to have a bomb in his bag. This is the first incident of a air marshall shooting someone since the 9 - 11 mishap. The wife was trying to explain that her husband was mentally ill and had not taken his medication. He flew from the plane onto the tarmac and was shot dead moments later.
There was no explosive device or material in his bag.
Don't joke about bombs in your bags at airports. Even if you have one, I wouldn't recommend joking about it. Because when they do find the explosives, I don't think they will find it funny that you were making a laughing matter out of the situation. Roger that.
Shy boy with a bomb in his head.
Talking about the science
of things
What can't be boiled clean
to numbers and facts
must leave by event of evaporation
His steam gets lost around the eyes,
and fine tunes the kinks in his
wrinkled shirts
clean like stars who've yet to show their face
some timely distance
still hides their grace
and miracles found deep inside
of craters forming
in the night
the bomb ticks as seconds slowly leave
dripping into
an ultimate freeze.
So today, a man was shot by an airline marshall for claiming to have a bomb in his bag. This is the first incident of a air marshall shooting someone since the 9 - 11 mishap. The wife was trying to explain that her husband was mentally ill and had not taken his medication. He flew from the plane onto the tarmac and was shot dead moments later.
There was no explosive device or material in his bag.
Don't joke about bombs in your bags at airports. Even if you have one, I wouldn't recommend joking about it. Because when they do find the explosives, I don't think they will find it funny that you were making a laughing matter out of the situation. Roger that.
Shy boy with a bomb in his head.
Talking about the science
of things
What can't be boiled clean
to numbers and facts
must leave by event of evaporation
His steam gets lost around the eyes,
and fine tunes the kinks in his
wrinkled shirts
clean like stars who've yet to show their face
some timely distance
still hides their grace
and miracles found deep inside
of craters forming
in the night
the bomb ticks as seconds slowly leave
dripping into
an ultimate freeze.
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