Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly
dash with your hair.
~Walt Whitman
first, you touched my heart i let you touch my body you stopped touching both
Update on 10/24/2024: There used to be an embedded video here of animated robots reading a Keats poem from a site called xtranormal. I made some fun videoS there when it was still around. Sadly, I didn’t download most of them so they are lost. Like so many things. ~KdL I enjoy my comfortable life…
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation…
“Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don’t let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.” ~R. I. Fitzhenry
Who’s more honest? The womanizer with a bottle of Jack and smoldering eyes or the guy in the corner privately judging him and feeling sorry for himself? I know which one I’d rather take home. Why? Because he lives out loud and isn’t blaming anyone for his troubles. We need to stop labeling people as…
To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep