Breath

Such a simple thing.

Yet so profound.

Something every living creature shares.

Not everybody has blue eyes.

Not everybody has a perfect body.

Not everybody is Einstein.

But every living thing has breath.

Not just self-involved human beings.

But simple creatures too.

Even creatures in the sea have breath.

And we take it for granted.

Breath is amazing!

Breath is the miracle of life.

Breath is a gift from God.

We can argue about politics.

We can argue about organized religion. 

We can stress about the affairs of the world.

But do any of these things mean Anything 

Compared to breath?

It's not just for the privileged.

It's not just for the wealthy.

It's not for any class, race, creed, sexual orientation, belief.

It's for EVERYTHING that matters.

BREATH.

Breath

Abundance

There is a real problem with abundance in this world.

If you ask me there's too damn much of the stuff.

When you divide abundance, you still get abundance.

When you subtract from abundance, you're left with abundance.

There is enough abundance for everybody to share.

But some people have more abundance than others.

And they're the same motherfuckers who always want more.

There is a real problem with abundance in this world.

Late Bloomers

We don't have the most friends.

We don't have the best clothes.

We don't worry about timing.

We don't care about the rich and famous.

We don't care about Republicans and Democrats.

We just care about today. We just think about right now.

We just go from day to day, knowing we still got a shot.

We're a rare bunch.

We are not upwardly inclined.

But neither do we wish not to succeed.

We know we are smart.

We know we don't have anything to prove.

But still we know there's something more.

We have to believe there is something more.

If we stop believing, we will surely die.

We know we have time. We know it's not a race.

We know we will come out on top in the end.

We're just late bloomers.

Let's get mystical baby

I need to find someone to get mystical with.

I need to find someone whose mind is whimsical.

I need to find someone who says what if we do instead of what if we don't.

I need to find someone who believes in possibilities, not in fate.

Not everything has to be certain, not everything can be known.

I need to find someone who gets my mind blown.

I need to find someone who believes in the fantastic.

I need to find someone who has a peculiar faith.

I need to find her now.

I really can't wait.

I need to find someone who loves adventure.

I need to find someone who takes chances

I need to find someone who does not want to be popular but would love to be understood.

I need to find someone who thinks I'm the shit!

I need someone whose pieces don't all fit.

I need to find someone who loves the dark and the light.

I need to find someone who believes in super powers.

I need to find someone who loves me for hours and hours.

I need to find her quick.

Cause I don't know if she exists.

I need to find someone who believes there is always a reason.

But doesn't believe everything has to be proved.

I need to find someone who loves her own company.

I need to find someone who enjoys not talking sometimes.

I need to find someone who is on top of her game.

I need to find someone who is mine all mine.

I need to find someone with a restless heart.

I need to find someone who's whip smart.

Let's get mystical baby.

I can't wait to start!

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To Bob Dylan

You are the artist I most admire.
Your works continue to inspire.
An artist couldn't aim any higher.
Because you are the pinnacle.
Sometimes you're tender, sometimes you're cynical.
You're the top of the pyramid.
You are the summit.
No one else can rise above it.

You give the world a harsh critique.
Sometimes you can be so oblique
A reader has to dig for meaning
Cause you're so inscrutable.
But your art's power is indisputable.
You have a magnificent vision.
You're a poet with a mission
If we but only listen.

I can't describe the emotion.
I can't describe the beauty.
Of your genius, there's no disputing.
You give away gold like it's a piece of tissue. 
Bob Dylan, we will surely miss you
When you've written your last song.
You know the rhythm of the universe.
I can't imagine feeling worse
Than on the day you leave the earth.

The way you tell a story.
The way you turn a phrase.
Continue to amaze.
I really just touch the exterior
Of all that is in your sphere.
Your powers are not earthly.
We know that we're unworthy.
Of all the gifts you bestow.
And everything you seem to know.

To say that you are influential
Does not describe the deeper level
Or the charm or the passion.
You never followed fashion.
Some people claim that you can't sing.
But their words have a hollow ring.
It's idiot wind spewed by fools.
Everyone knows Bob Dylan  rules!

Summer Stock

We all had our parts to play at Summer Stock.

Bur we had roles that weren't written into Summer Stock. 

I was in love with Polly.

Although it was pure folly.
We did the Three Penny Opera.
She was the show stopper.
And I a mere bit player.

Every night I gave her my line.

Sometimes she was cool, sometimes warm.

She made me change my form.

She made me fear I was never born.

She made me so forlorn.

Polly was a short blonde cutie.
An intelligent beauty
Who had ample hips
And gorgeous lips.
Her intellectual rigor
Her looks and her glamor
Her impeccable grammar
All made me sigh and stammer.
I was out of my league.

Polly wasn't Polly.

Polly had a real name.

I loved her just the same.
She didn't go much for fashion.
Her clothes were plain.
T-shirts and pants of navy green.

At the cast party I was smitten.

But our love was forbidden.

No, I was just unworthy.

I was such a pussy.

Polly I desired you.
You made a fire go right through.
Polly why could I not claim you?
At Summer Stock I was infatuated.
I know my feelings were inflated.
But they were so powerful.
And I was so sorrowful
When we said goodbye.