Where are we going?

[Angeline]

Thanks for the words of support. It's good to meet you. The odd thing about that is I was doing a search for something vastly different when I happened on this thread. I read it and jumped to a political soapbox and those words came out instead.

It's great when that happens.

Thought provoking thread, all.

See? Isn't it fun here?

 

[ruminator]

See? Isn't it fun here?

Absolutely. I have no idea which fork to use and it doesn't matter.

Thanks again for the nudge

 

[Angeline]

Absolutely. I have no idea which fork to use and it doesn't matter.

Thanks again for the nudge

We don't care about forks here. We like words--we're just obsessed with them.

 

[quietpoet]

Forks?

Fingers worked really well for the longest time... but pencils do a lot more! And, I really appreciate your sharpening yours (and dusting off some really great poems)!

 

[The_Fool]

We don't care about forks here. We like words--we're just obsessed with them.

I dunno. There some that mix knives in with their words.....

 

[Angeline]

I dunno. There some that mix knives in with their words.....

Shhhh! Not either of us! And those people are everywhere anyway.

Did you write a quatrain yet? It's just not right if you don't. Mine are lousy, but you can write good ones. I just know it.

 

[ruminator]

We don't care about forks here. We like words--we're just obsessed with them.

These are the people who take forever in the produce section aren't they?



good people,....picky, but good.

 

[Angeline]

For what it's worth...

every time I see this thread title, this song starts playing in my head; I'm a great fan of David Byrne.

Road To Nowhere
Talking Heads

Well we know where we're goin
But we don't know where we've been
And we know what we're knowin
But we don't know what we've seen
And we're not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

We're on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

Would you like to come along
and you could help me sing this song?
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right
And it's all right, baby, it's all right


We're on a road to nowhere.

I find it an oddly optimistic song.

 

[Guest]

May be it's what made me change my sig - subliminal suggestion?

 

[bluerains]

cool lyrics

every time I see this thread title, this song starts playing in my head; I'm a great fan of David Byrne.

Road To Nowhere
Talking Heads

Well we know where we're goin
But we don't know where we've been
And we know what we're knowin
But we don't know what we've seen
And we're not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

We're on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

Would you like to come along
and you could help me sing this song?
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right
And it's all right, baby, it's all right


We're on a road to nowhere.

I find it an oddly optimistic song.

hadn't heard of this one before...when I first read the heading it started me singing far far cry...and so I played an old cd on I tunes songs from the lost world and wrote a poem far far cry... Requiem for the Americas
**********************************************



WITHIN THE LOST WORLD
(Jon Anderson)

Brothers of the sun ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid...


Sisters of the moon ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid...

As all my life ascended
There the angels sang inside of me
The more you realize the more you gain.

As though there's something living said
There beyond the garden of the windows
Rest upon the life
Lay it on the line
There lie the souls within the lost world
Where memory is forgotten
On the magic Horse of Fire.

And all the worlds are locked in memory
Caught within our apathy
You get the picture not the story.

Honor your past
Honor your life
Honor the history of the ancient.

As every thought creates a backlash
The senseless death
The waste.

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise...
And the ancient lives.

Sisters of the moon ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid.

Brothers of the sun ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid.

Brothers of the sky ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid.

Mothers of the earth ascend
Be amongst us


**********************************************
BORN IN THE DREAMTIME
PART I: FAR FAR CRY (Jon Anderson)

Count upon the sun
As it will always watch you growing
Count upon the land
To sow the seeds in every young man.

Beating on the drum
Shouting at the moon
No matter what the promise is
I'll never move from this old land of mine.

The promise is to pay
Just watch the people try to steal
The land beneath the clay
The land on which our blood has stained the grass.

Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon
Promises, oh promises
I'll never move from this old land of mine.

It's a far far cry
From all the words of exultation
A far far cry
How each child is supposed to be equal
I'm amazed
As you look the other way
To this day
We still don't believe

Far far cry
Beating on the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Beating on the drum
Far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?

It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
So until we know our equal
We commit our suicide.

Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon

Count upon my heart
As you can feel the earth is beating
Count upon my love
And there is heaven for the taking
Count upon the rest
Count upon the last
Count upon the past
As it will wait until we're coming home.

Far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?


It's a far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon


PART II: LET THERE BE PEACE

Let there be peace deep like a river
Let there be dreams filling the sky
Let there be hope shout from the mountains
Like a never ending cry.

Let there be peace deep like a river
Let there be dreams filling the sky
Let there be hope shout from the mountains
Like a never ending cry.


THE DARK CLOUDS ARE FORMING....
AND WHO HAS EYES TO SEE....SEE...

 

[Angeline]

hadn't heard of this one before...when I first read the heading it started me singing far far cry...and so I played an old cd on I tunes songs from the lost world and wrote a poem far far cry... Requiem for the Americas
**********************************************



WITHIN THE LOST WORLD
(Jon Anderson)

Brothers of the sun ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid...


Sisters of the moon ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid...

As all my life ascended
There the angels sang inside of me
The more you realize the more you gain.

As though there's something living said
There beyond the garden of the windows
Rest upon the life
Lay it on the line
There lie the souls within the lost world
Where memory is forgotten
On the magic Horse of Fire.

And all the worlds are locked in memory
Caught within our apathy
You get the picture not the story.

Honor your past
Honor your life
Honor the history of the ancient.

As every thought creates a backlash
The senseless death
The waste.

Should it be a mantra
Should it be a book
You give a little knowledge
Realizing the glory of the wise...
And the ancient lives.

Sisters of the moon ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid.

Brothers of the sun ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid.

Brothers of the sky ascend
Be amongst us
Be there not afraid.

Mothers of the earth ascend
Be amongst us


**********************************************
BORN IN THE DREAMTIME
PART I: FAR FAR CRY (Jon Anderson)

Count upon the sun
As it will always watch you growing
Count upon the land
To sow the seeds in every young man.

Beating on the drum
Shouting at the moon
No matter what the promise is
I'll never move from this old land of mine.

The promise is to pay
Just watch the people try to steal
The land beneath the clay
The land on which our blood has stained the grass.

Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon
Promises, oh promises
I'll never move from this old land of mine.

It's a far far cry
From all the words of exultation
A far far cry
How each child is supposed to be equal
I'm amazed
As you look the other way
To this day
We still don't believe

Far far cry
Beating on the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Beating on the drum
Far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?

It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
So until we know our equal
We commit our suicide.

Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon

Count upon my heart
As you can feel the earth is beating
Count upon my love
And there is heaven for the taking
Count upon the rest
Count upon the last
Count upon the past
As it will wait until we're coming home.

Far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?


It's a far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon


PART II: LET THERE BE PEACE

Let there be peace deep like a river
Let there be dreams filling the sky
Let there be hope shout from the mountains
Like a never ending cry.

Let there be peace deep like a river
Let there be dreams filling the sky
Let there be hope shout from the mountains
Like a never ending cry.


THE DARK CLOUDS ARE FORMING....
AND WHO HAS EYES TO SEE....SEE...

Jon Anderson is an eccentric guy with a beautiful soul, isn't he?

 

[bluerains]

Jon Anderson is an eccentric guy with a beautiful soul, isn't he?

yes he is very eclectic as well inspires much ....

the slide

universal faces carved by roguish years
shifted like a lighted roadside banner
and I heard the brook sing
pebbles were ringing in rhythm
this jaded spirit in a meager
humble bow watched
them all creep into unmemory

 

[ruminator]

finding focus in
peripheral vision
learning new skills
clumsy fingers drop
intangible books
allowing answers
to slip through my fingers

 

[Angeline]

finding focus in
peripheral vision
learning new skills
clumsy fingers drop
intangible books
allowing answers
to slip through my fingers

No net and all fall down
but words carress
in perceptible breeze
a rush of knowing
slipped past fingers
and the whispers
roar at the world.

Mornin Rumi.

 

[ruminator]

No net and all fall down
but words carress
in perceptible breeze
a rush of knowing
slipped past fingers
and the whispers
roar at the world.

Mornin Rumi.

g'morning

I have a question for your consideration

Is it more detrimental to have an inherently poor sense of direction or an inherently poor knack of improper destination selection?



Sometimes I make great time getting to the wrong place in life.

 

[bluerains]

suspend

skipping along
the borders of knowing
in ultra violet hue
words glide across
infinity...

 

[ruminator]

skipping along
the borders of knowing
in ultra violet hue
words glide across
infinity...

...and another g'morning..

I can't recall you ever choosing a wrong word.

 

[bluerains]

g'morning

I have a question for your consideration

Is it more detrimental to have an inherently poor sense of direction or an inherently poor knack of improper destination selection?



Sometimes I make great time getting to the wrong place in life.

there is never a wrong or right place in time..***** is like a guitar string...some pluck the notes lightly as not to stretch each string and others like to play the hell of it
til it breaks...each destination has a gift...that we created before we dropped into this life ..the key in finding the will to move..and learn a new song by desire...

 

[bluerains]

mornin *Rumi*

...and another g'morning..

I can't recall you ever choosing a wrong word.

thanks dear , but , I am perfectly capable of be wrong or right depending on the bubbles of perception...

 

[ruminator]

thanks dear , but , I am perfectly capable of be wrong or right depending on the bubbles of perception...

Perception of a sphere is the ability to see many horizons at once. Perception through a bubble sees all horizons simultaneously.



....I could be wrong.

 

[bluerains]

bursting a bubble

Perception of a sphere is the ability to see many horizons at once. Perception through a bubble sees all horizons simultaneously.



....I could be wrong.

hum..an old apache once told me...that we are like water contained in a clear glass..
the glass appears to keep us separate from the sea..until the glass gets broken...and a bubble would be same..so I guess you may be right on...unless were all wrong...

 

[ruminator]

hum..an old apache once told me...that we are like water contained in a clear glass..
the glass appears to keep us separate from the sea..until the glass gets broken...and a bubble would be same..so I guess you may be right on...unless were all wrong...

I can see that a few ways. When the glass is broken, the water returns to the earth and begins it's cyclic journey back to the sea.

The glass only appears to seperate the water from the sea. It would begin it's cyclic journey back to the sea by evaporation if the glass remains unbroken.

 

[Angeline]

g'morning

I have a question for your consideration

Is it more detrimental to have an inherently poor sense of direction or an inherently poor knack of improper destination selection?



Sometimes I make great time getting to the wrong place in life.

Good afternoon.

This is just my opinion, of course, but I say it's folly to think one ever knows where one is going or that any destination is inherently improper.

On the other, more practical, hand I have a lousy sense of direction and I usually ride shotgun in the navigator's seat. I think this is why, a few weeks ago, we um inadvertantly ended up on a road where we had to stop to let wild turkeys cross, but it seems, in retrospect, to have been a proper destination because I wrote a poem about it.

 

[quietpoet]

Love the way you guys..

are melding the original thought into something without form yet distinct. Is that strange? Maybe it is just me!

Touched

Time sinews captivate,
move through the tangible,
abrade patterned fabrics,
create new shades of introspection...

John

 

[Angeline]

are melding the original thought into something without form yet distinct. Is that strange? Maybe it is just me!

Touched

Time sinews captivate,
move through the tangible,
abrade patterned fabrics,
create new shades of introspection...

John

Not strange, imo. You provoked thought--got us all riffing on your theme.