The one-l lama,
He’s a priest.
The two-l llama,
He’s a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn’t any
Three-l lllama.*

* The author’s attention has been called to a type of conflagration known
as a three-alarmer. Pooh.

** Erundur would like to call attention to the brilliance of this poem.

Here we come to a turning of the season,
witness to the arc towards the sun,
the neighbors blessed burden within reason,
becomes a burden borne of all in one,
but nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
but meet this bold and brilliant sun,
but this I swear to all

A monument to build beneath the arbors,
upon a cliff the that towers towards the trees,
but every vessel pitching hard to starboard,
lay it’s head on summers freckled knees,
and nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
beneath this bold and brilliant sun,
this I swear to all, this I swear to all

Buried wreath of trillium and ivy,
laid upon the body of the boy,
lazy will the long come from it’s hiding,
return his quiet certitude to the soil,
so raise a glass to turnings of the season,
and watch it as it arcs towards the sun,
and you must bear your neighbors burden within reason,
and your labors will be borne when all is done, and nobody nobody knows,
let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
don’t carry it all don’t carry it all,
we are all our hands in holders,
beneath this bold and brilliant sun

and this I swear to all
and this I swear to all
and this I swear to all

to all
to all
to all

“Relationships are the lifeblood of happiness. They deserve to be discussed and analyzed!” – Ben Casnocha

“…I even find myself driving below the speed limit most of the time. There is nowhere to go and so there is no reason to rush.” – LivingCraigslist

and this week the trend
was to borrow all the strength that you could lend
to keep my head above the water and not descend
back to where I said I’d never go again

The Juliana Theory – In Conversation

Conversation is amazing when we’re free to say things people often won’t because they hate themselves
These situations almost daily have a way of making people understand that all of us are one
But isolation and division will be our destruction, if we can’t communicate
So as I contradict myself, and forget all I’ve said, I am free

Thrice – Music Box

We are not alone, we feel an unseen love
We are sons and heirs of grace
We are children of a light that never dims
A love that never dies, keep your chin up child
And wipe the tears from your eyes

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I was eating nachos, sitting with my mother,talking about nothing, talking about nothing, talking about growing up in NJ, a state without a hero. Who could be our hero? Drive into the city!

The subject of the day is how can we repay this debt of all the money, money we aren’t making. Lately, lately, lately, lately I’ve been on my back. Move up to Seattle, not up to Alaska… my teeth won’t ever chatter, it doesn’t really matter. The subject of the day is how can we repay this debt of all the money, money we aren’t making. I was there, I know (x4).

Well, what do you know, where did you go, and what were you doing? When you got home, you smiled real big, tell me what were you feeling? Send in the troops, everyone hears you, but nobody’s listening! Lately, lately, lately, lately I’ve been on my back!

I just don’t belong in a town,
where no one listens,
even if I’m wrong,
I’ll find a way.

Gotta get away from here,
find a way to disappear,
say goodbye to everything and everyone I know.
Gotta go and leave this town,
all it does is bring me down,
I just wanna tell my friends no matter where I go,
I’ll see them down the road.

Lost myself again,
no one new I was missing,
said goodbye to dad,
and his new wife.

Stuck around this lawn,
now sick and tired of wishing,
even if I’m wrong,
I’ll still be right.

Gotta got away from here,
find a way to disappear,
say goodbye to everything and everyone I know.
Gotta go and leave this town,
all it does is bring me down,
I just wanna tell my friends no matter where I go,
I’ll see them down the road.

I’m sick of dreaming,
I would rather stay up all night,
live my own life.
Don’t worry about me!

Gotta got away from here,
find a way to disappear,
say goodbye to everything and everyone I know.
Gotta go and leave this town,
all it does is bring me down,
I just wanna tell my friends no matter where I go,
I’ll see them down the road
See ‘em down the road,
I’ll see ‘em down the road,
(Lost myself again, didn’t notice I was missin’)
I’ll seem ‘em down the road.

Plain White T’s on Last.fm
(Edited from source: Sing365)

Impatience hurts. The anger burns a whole through me. My agitation causes me to make suboptimal decisions which impact other people.

When it comes to questions of the heart — matters of love, patience becomes an even more difficult proposition.

Am I deceiving myself — are the emotions and the passion real? Or does my impatience perhaps trick me into wanting and believing in something that’s not there?

Self-deception is powerful and dangerous. I find myself struggling to make good decisions when I let myself get carried away and enflamed by emotions. How do I get back on track?

This runaway train will run over me.