Surrender by Bono is a not to be missed autobiography, especially if you are a U2 fan. Refreshingly candid and very enlightening about a star and his struggles with faith and fame. I highly recommend it to everyone.
I am not a huge film fan, being more at home in the world of words, but I am impressed with some content I have recently viewed.
Top Gun Maverick became a blockbuster and after watching it, I see why that is so. Lovely film.
The three John Wick movies are awesome if you like a good story with non-stop action. I love fast-paced videos.
We Have A Ghost is a beautiful narrative, well acted, and superbly plotted. Warning: You may need a Kleenex.
You know I have to say something about my favorite band. GRRR by the Rolling Stones is an excellent set of tracks.
I got these up a bit late for streaming this weekend, but maybe next week.
Like photographs falling out of a pocket, scattered hither and yonder, we live these days, morphing from now to ever.
I collect things, pens, journals, books, images, and feelings. Never know when I might find myself in need, so I squeeze things in, some with ease. Others come harder, jagged, and broken, but those find meaning, too.
PROMPT: Go somewhere, familiar or strange, take photographs that soothe or move you. See if you have words to fit the images. Try them out to fit. Post if you can and will.
There is something I want to catch. I have not gotten it yet. Maybe I will share it when I do. Today came close, but we all know there are times when images play us for fools, spooling out with bartered charm.
He is my son, Alex’s dog, and I am captivated by his strength and how he simetimes seems pensive and aloof.
I caught other photographs, but maybe these are enough for today. I do not know, indeed cannot say for sure, but I might bog someone down. Time will keep, until it does not, then it will slide out and away.
Thankful for these, Today:
1. Oreo cookies. 2. The pen I photographed above is a spirit of music, and music is a muse. 3. January, days when the depth and darkness seem to fall away. 4. Finishing reading the first book in the new year. 5. Sleep.
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You wanted me once, It was already too late You were walking out The door on your way elsewhere Falling for somebody else. I always wanted You from the first, beginning, Like a childhood crush Way, way overdone, too much; Love, still falling into you. Now, so far away Living, we are avoiding Any chance to see One another because, here, Love holds us close together. Keep on, keeping on Apart from being with me Go on; you stay free By this late date, you might find My heart has left you behind. I have to remind Myself, I am doing fine On my own – alone This love just a memory Never a reality. Still, keep yourself there Stay away now; only fair, Because ah, perhaps I could be somehow convinced You have a place for me, us.
Nobody needs another broken-hearted love poem, dangling on, like yesterday. It’s what all the best people say, anyway. However, I have enough love left over to keep writing these things, forever.
So forgive me again, for this time, when the night could not keep me in check, I wrote it. Whatever did you expect? No, you know better; you should see the letters. Together, no never, but love unrequited, it is remarkable as a dream, in deep Winter, of Spring bringing its breezes.
There is no secret No perfect way to handle All the things life gives – It is only now, living Through each moment, we are, have. Alarm bells clanging, Favorite songs playing, blare, Everything is there To keep us wanting, needing – Engaged in doing, being. We are the present Happening over, in time, Carrying talent Gifts to share fairly and kind Leaving no regrets behind. Love is our reason Even when we cannot rhyme In all the doing Filling each second of life – Understanding the plot line.
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