Beautiful, To Me
when I think of it, it is kind of funny
how you can suck the confidence right out of me
I lose my eloquence, and put things bluntly
in my eyes you shine so brightly
but I can’t tell you all I see, only that you’re
Beautiful, to me
You have beauty but are also different
so much more than just pretty
and more than independent
all the physical doesn’t usually faze me
yet you draw out my compliments
and happily you enthrall me mentally
presence in my mind, your sweet malevolence
I fear you have no thoughts like these
and that you won’t love intelligence
because your heart, soul, and mind are
Beautiful, to me
I know how to love, and I can create
I do not fear action, but I do over-contemplate
is it just me that can see all that we could be?
not exactly alike, our differences educate
Fresh, new and fun, I don’t want a duplicate
I know simple, not easy, and you’re so fancy
But I am constant, a dreamer that’s dedicated
a partner in time, a life, collaborated
an unbelievable dream, yet awake, free, and
Beautiful, to me
so I look, to feel a pinch, see a reflection
I am blinded, but trying to see
imagining this link is a coming attraction
you know choosing me is choosing freely
no others in my heart, an easy eviction
a commitment of choice, a happy indemnity
blurring my focus, a bittersweet distraction
attack my senses, break my solemnity
facing the fears, I give my prediction
if years turn to tears, you will continue to be
Beautiful, to me
with all I have said, what will you do?
One is the loneliest number, but a pair makes two
are these arms you would snuggle into?
not insecurity, I explore for the truth
perhaps what I should be asking is,
Am I Beautiful, to You?
Africa, Poop, Waste, and Common Needs.
there are many small and large scale examples of these ideas working separately already, in developed, and underdeveloped nations.
Unfinished
I have never been looked in the eyes and told
I am beautiful
that’s OK, I am not the only one
I would prefer it be meaningful
sometimes saying something,
is getting something done
I am Unfinished, a work in progress
if you can’t see my beauty
that’s OK, I am not done yet
you aren’t my strength, I am, truly
and my belief in me is all I need,
but not all I want, you can bet
I am Unfinished, the order is not written
the marathon goes on as I get on my feet
everyone makes it to the end
many I will meet, but not all I can keep
it isn’t who won, it’s about how you run
and how well you earn the title “Friend”
I am Unfinished, my luster has tarnished
Years have left me weathered
some care will make me shine
sometimes old leather is better
and a patina’s story of past glory
gives beauty to the battle against time
I am Unfinished, my mold was broken
I am created through me
what I do, and what’s left
maybe not your kind of beauty
to see, isn’t to Be, yet try to perceive
until I take that last breath
Unfinished, I will always be
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, to discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
Walden or Life in the Woods
Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862)
they call me lazy until they see what I’ve done,
they call me a loser, even if once I won,
they push me down because of what they fear,
yet none have the courage to look me in the face and bet what THEY hold dear,
they tell me I have to do it their way,
I tell them, “who are you to tell me what to do, and what to say…?”
A response to some comments made during the Supreme Court hearings on Prop 8
The Last Dance
I worked and I practiced to lose my two left feet
clumsy as a newborn I wobble and sway
an unnatural romance, moving to the beat
not easy for me, I was born and made this way
but I thought we might dance, the first time we meet
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the floor isn’t empty, and I have fallen from grace
an elegant and classic beauty, you sweat charm
in silence, your movement makes music, and hearts race
A shudder escapes, as you wrap yourself in another’s arms
free to choose, not mine to lose, when that smile cracked your face
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I didn’t listen to love songs before, they made no sense
Nothing to compare, now painfully aware, life on repeat
falling tears a bravo to your bittersweet reference
so I dance alone, myself, and my two left feet
an invisible partner, no one watching, no pretense
———————–
around I go, floating on air like Fred Astaire
without you, to make fun of me
I’m a dancing star, and nobody’s there
not even you, to make fun of me
so I dance alone, and tell myself I don’t care
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to see you in another’s arms dancing, means you’re free
I said I wanted just one dance, and that is partly true
life, like the beat, still goes on unto infinity
just a chance, selflessness can feel so cruel
I just wanted your last dance to be for me
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always another song, to dance on, with my arms empty
while you’re gone, I’ll dance on, and practice my steps
I will trust in music, what I hear and see, implicitly
and he holds you tight tonite, but there’s a song left
if he’s gone, and you dance on, there’s another dance for me
Because there are few instances where 2 great things come together, and this is one of them. I recommend crushed tortilla chips, or tamale crust, like a cornmeal for the crust, but the whole thing is just awesome. I like tacos, and tamales, and I LOVE pie, so this is a no-brainer.
Here is for all the new FANS. Our most popular recipe! TACO PIE! Yum!
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TACO PIE
Ingredients:
1/4 cup butter
2/3 cup milk
1 package Taco Bell seasoning mix
2 1/2 cups mashed potato flakes (you could also use left over mashed potatoes and omit the butter and milk)
1 pound ground beef
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup salsa
1 cup shredded lettuce
1 medium tomato, chopped
1 cup sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
Sour cream, optional
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a medium sauce pan, melt butter. Add milk and 2 tablespoon taco seasoning. Remove from heat and add potato flakes until incorporated. Press mixture into the bottom of a 10-inch pan.
2. Bake for 7-10 minutes until it just BARELY turns golden brown.
3. In a medium skillet, cook beef and onions until beef is browned and cooked through. Drain. Add Salsa and remaining taco seasoning. Cook until bubbly.
4. Pour into crust. Bake for 15 minutes, or until crust is golden brown.
5. Let cool for 5 minutes. Top with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. Cut and serve with sour cream.
The Gun Control Debacle, A.K.A When Dealing in Deadly Force Pays.
Commentary on the Gun bill before Congress. Also titled: When fear is the Best Way to Make Money
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