The bias of a lynch mob brought the family together
And we began
The bias of the memory of a family not together
And we began
ANY EXCUSE FOR A RHYME.
How many millions are in a trillion?
How many leaves in a forest?
How many souls exist in forever?
How many came before us?
Where is it written?’Where are the answers?
Where is the heavenly Chorus?
When did the Big Bang Beget the beginning?
Is the answer there before us?
What if I told you I knew all along?
What if you held a Thesaurus?
A new interrogative might have an answer
Or perhaps it would simply bore us.
Scarcity begets Popularity.
If you wear a skirt, a shirt or you read the morning paper while sitting in a beautiful chair created as a limited edition of ONE or if you possess a tidbit of knowledge which has not yet entered the realm of COMMON SENSE you may soon be celebrated by those whose clamor for attention fails to bridge the gap between the world of regular stuff and the world of scarcity…
You could soon become a Celebrity…
So much for scarcity…
THE EGO TRIP
Is The Ego Trip a journey?
To trip we sometimes fall.
For some a scraped up kneecap.
While others hit the wall.
For some there is discovery, art, science and a sharing of the rewards thereof.
Perhaps the Ego Trip is a WeGo trip.
A trip for one and all.
And yes, perhaps a journey.
Perhaps we need to fall.
A: THERAPEE (the hater)
A: A friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
B: And you think that makes you a hater?
A: Well, yeah. Why else would I say it?
B: Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?