Just before I go to strange countries, my thoughts tend to focus on obscure things.
These are a few bits of thoughts I have collected on raggedy bits of paper from different places at different times: mostly before stepping into the unknown………
This would be the start
Of big time small things
Of adventures that finish Before they start
Of work that is just play.
They are the stuff of legends. That no one knows.
History written even though It never happened. A story about the truth.
The bad guys became good
Then just disappeared. And the mermaids Shed a tear.
The clouds spin by Wearing crystal blue
All around their shoulders
While memories spin merry jigs
On the inside of my shoes.
Oh, if my feet could only meet
That enormous blue/white sky
Then I would sing eternal songs Long after I would die.
Legends start with Greatness
With thoughts of Peace,
With thoughts of War.
Movement stands above Grace: Action greater than Words.
Doubt flys away to a troubled spot in the South.
While Carnage waits patiently
For Truth to make it's way.
Sacrifice is in a difficult spot–Somewhere between Humility
And a spotlight Somewhere outside a standard Set by someone
Who had a life sometime
From which to decree:This is the way life should be. And then, from that, others did devise Ways to approach
Sacrifice And sometimes Humility.
But in spite of all of that.
With Peace and War at the front lines,
And with Greatness and Sacrifice right there,
With Carnage watching anxiously,
And Sacrifice hesitant to see…
Somewhere, Sometime,Someone steps forward–Out of the Gloom, the Morass,The continual economic
updates–To say: “Hold on a second Partner, If we ain't gonna have Peace,Then there's gonna be a War.”
If you think you can't
And when you don't You haven't
So what was not Is never
Unless you think you have
And when you do
You'll see A world That was not never
A world that always was
Yours to be