No Man is an Island by Jack's Mannequin

No man is an island
No man is a fool
When he finds himself a woman
And she helps him carry through
The days can leave you hungry
And the nights can leave you cold

No man is an island
When a woman's his to hold

Love can bring you riches
Love can give you pain
Love can dig you ditches
Get your wheels stuck in the rain
As long as your heart's beating It should never beat alone

No man is an island
When a woman is his home

I've been wandering the highway for days
Caught up in drunken displays
Love can be cruel
But I'm not an island I've got you

No man is an island
I've been wandering the highway for days
Caught up in drunken displays
Love can be cruel
But I'm not an island I've got you
No man is an island
And no man is a fool
When he finds himself a woman
And she helps carry him through
Sometimes he is weary
Sometimes he is lost

No man is an island
When a woman's what he's got
No man is an island
'Cause a woman's what he needs.

Moving...again

7th time if 4 years...what a journey it has been.
I can't seem to stay settled.
Newest place of conquest...Ken and Doris Murphy's beautiful household.

First night staying there was last.
I felt unusually comfortable.
There is a possibility that I was completely exhausted
from lugging boxes and boxes and boxes.
I tell myself I have all this stuff
because I've been on my own for 4 years...
It really just comes down to the fact
that I've always had a lot of stuff.
Personality realization...check.

Key goal for this week...Don't rest for a second.
So much to do...so little time to do it.
Fresno this weekend for Alicia's wedding...
Homework, assignment, unpack, shopping,
homework, test, organize...somehow finish everything
by THURSDAY NIGHT.
It's already Tuesday.

Late To Work Today

Late to work today
Managing to still be "happy".
A simple smile
With it's irony...
Keeps my joy
At bay...

Listening to songs
As if I'm floating...
Let's my mind
Reflect on feelings
Of the one I'm missing.
Leaves me feeling far away...

Obligations impending
Pushing, pulling, straining...
Skipping through.
Isn't life supposed to be lived?
What an impact created
Being late to work today.

The Walrus and The Carpenter-Lewis Carroll

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.


The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"


The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"


"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.


"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."


The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.


But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.


Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.


"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.


"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."


"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?


"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"


"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"


"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.


"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Future Fears

You can only fight so much what you're going to become.

We can do no great things, only small things with great love.

Never give up on the idea of what your life could look like.

Excerpt from Cat's Cradle

Chapter 41: A Karass built for two

"They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons. 'A true duprass,' Bokonon telss us, 'can't be invaded, not even by children born of such a union'..."

"Bokonon tells us, incidentally, that members of a duprass always die within a week of each other. When it came time for the Mintons to die, they did it within the same second."

Drowsy Musings

I slurp my coffee
Like a baby suckling a bottle

Brain…is…so…slow…

My occupation leaves me wanting
I am without talent

Brain…is…so…slow…

The clock ticks
Much louder than I can think

Brain…is…so…slow…

How many hours, days, years left
Of this jumbled mess?

Brain…is…so…slow…

Focus, focus, focus
On this life you’ve chosen

Brain…is…so…slow…