Poetry and Passion


Depression is not easily understood. It’s not an easy topic for discussion. Even when a comedic genius like Robin Williams kills himself, people just shake their heads in disbelief.

Maybe the problem isn’t with the Robin Williams, maybe the problem is with you?

Listen to the whispers. Save the one you love. Just maybe you can manage to save yourself along the way. Live life for poetry and passion. Find the light. Embrace life.

Some impactful Robin Williams quotes:

“Do I perform sometimes in a manic style? Yes. Am I manic all the time? No. Do I get sad? Oh yeah. Does it hit me hard? Oh yeah.”

“I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone.”

“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy.”

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering – there are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love – these are what we stay alive for.”

“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”

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Plagiarism Is Only One Word

Plagiarism Is Only One Word

Your world’s too connected,

For an original thought.

You’re a poet, a writer, a pundit, beware,

Your words of wisdom, already taught.

You may as well be down under,

Or over the moon.

Your words aren’t your own,

And they can’t come too soon!

The world’s all a Twitter,

And your yesterday’s news.

Your 140 characters,

You’ve already been used.

By the Ideacapitalist

I could pay $11.00 per month to see if I plagiarized this post. Nah!

ISIS, ISIL, FU

ISIS Beheads Cigarette Smokers: Islamic State Deems Smoking 'Slow Suicide' Under Sharia Law - IBT

ISIS Beheads Cigarette Smokers: Islamic State Deems Smoking ‘Slow Suicide’ Under Sharia Law – IBT

ISIS, ISIL, FU

There’s enough tears to go around.

There’s enough hate to abound.

Soon we’ll have boots on the ground.

What’s already real is up in the air.

We can’t stop the scorn,

You won’t weather the storm.

We can’t tolerate the act.

That’s a Politifact.

Truth is we don’t care anymore.

What’s right, what’s wrong, there’s the door.

You signed up for this mess.

ISIS, ISIL, FU. No forgiveness.

Bring a shovel, dig your grave, then confess.

Tomorrow’s headlines are already read.

You’re dead.

The End

2012 – You’re Dead To Me… Part Two – Reflections

June 2012

Cody and Tug - Lazy dayzEyes wide open… Reflections In the darkest hours of the night, when sleep should prevail, without prejudice, without mercy, questions pour into my head.  I lie awake and I wonder…

Tallahassee Fire Dept Extrication Team 911

Tallahassee Fire Dept Extrication Team 911

May 2012

“If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche  I made a point to take my two young daughters to NYC shortly after 911 even though they missed the ascent to the top of the Statue of Liberty for security reasons, they were able to ascend to the top of the Empire State Building.

April 2012

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Governor Rick Scott

The Tampa Bay Times “Scott Bashing” on the Wrong Track… The Tampa Bay Times in the editorial section of the 04/10/2012 edition AGAIN trashes Governor Rick Scott on the issue of rail.

r-CUSTODIAN-large570Have You Hugged Your Building Custodian Today?  Leadership begins with mutual respect.  The leaders I respect the most lead by example.  Politicians, pundits and the media can go around trying to divide people into haves and have-nots, but there’s really no divide between most of us. 

The Streets of Baltimore

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Thaddeus Logan, author of Hey Cabbie, published in 1984, which describes life in Baltimore as-he-see-it through the windshield of his taxi, has come out with the sequel, Hey Cabbie II. (Kenneth K. LAM, Baltimore Sun)

I have never met Thaddeus Logan, but I can share a moment in time with Thaddeus several years ago.

There’s a great restaurant, highly recommended for its blue crab, in Baltimore. To get there you had to leave your swank hotel and drive through the slums on the east side of Baltimore. What I saw from my vantage point in a Yellow Cab made me lose my appetite for crab and left me empty at the same time.

I will never forget the sight of a man, who may now own a piece of my soul, sitting on the steps in the projects in Baltimore. I have often wondered, is my soul his for the taking?

Do either of us have a choice to create a better life? If there is hope, the choices should be available to us both, should either be necessarily more gratifying?

The experience prompted me to write this:

The Streets of Baltimore
Our eyes met in a moment.
One, sitting on the steps to nowhere.
Where hallways echo empty promises.
Where memories too often perish,
Where misery too often survives.
Ever so brief, our souls meet
On the streets of Baltimore.
 
One, just another fare,
All we shared was a glare.
A moment, no more.
One asks resolute.
Is it not too late?
Can you snub out your smoke?
Can you swallow that last drink?
On the streets of Baltimore
 
Both born rich in life,
Both born poor to circumstance.
Both bodies whole,
Both born spirits unscathed,
Both born undiscovered,
Only one is born,
On the streets of Baltimore.
 
One white, one black.
One who can’t look back,
One can only look away.
One lives on, in stark reality,
One lives on, with memories.
One lives on in misery.
One lives filled with hope.
One lives on the streets of Baltimore.

Updated Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I’m not going to get a copy of Hey Cabbie or Hey Cabbie II. Thaddeus Logan’s driven along those very same streets 1,000 fold and he too, understands, one can not look back. I have a feeling he is a good man and he has written a couple of good books that need to be read and taken to heart.

Serendipity is alive and well on the streets of Baltimore. What is going to stick with me is the romance, sadness or even the empathy I experienced, while visiting, so as for reading his books, so I’m just not going there. Not now. I believe the solution is already on the table. All that is needed is willing patrons.

The Streets of Baltimore

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Thaddeus Logan, author of Hey Cabbie, published in 1984, which describes life in Baltimore as-he-see-it through the windshield of his taxi, has came out with the sequel, Hey Cabbie II. (Kenneth K. LAM, Baltimore Sun)

I have never met Thaddeus Logan, but I can share a moment in time with Thaddeus several years ago.

There’s a great restaurant, highly recommended for its blue crab, in Baltimore.  To get there you had to leave your swank hotel and drive through the slums on the east side of Baltimore.  What I saw from my vantage point in a Yellow Cab made me lose my appetite for crab and left me empty at the same time.

 I will never forget the sight of a man, who may now own a piece of my soul, sitting on the steps in the projects in Baltimore. I have often wondered, is my soul his for the taking?

Do either of us have a choice to create a better life? If there is hope, the choices should be available for us both, but should either be necessarily more gratifying?

The experience prompted me to write this:

The Streets of Baltimore
Our eyes met in a moment.
One, sitting on the steps to nowhere.
Where hallways echo empty promises.
Where memories too often perish,
Where misery too often survives.
Ever so brief, our souls meet
On the streets of Baltimore.
 
One, just another fare,
All we shared was a glance.
A moment, no more.
One asks resolute.
Is it not too late?
Can you snub out your smoke?
Can you swallow that last drink?
On the streets of Baltimore
 
One both born rich in life,
Both born poor to circumstance.
Both bodies whole,
Both born spirits unscathed,
Both born undiscovered,
Only one is born,
On the streets of Baltimore.
 
One white, one black.
One who can’t look back,
One can only look away.
One lives on, in stark reality,
One lives on, with memories.
One lives filled with hope.
One lives on the streets of Baltimore.

 

Updated Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I’m not going to get a copy of Hey Cabbie or Hey Cabbie II.  Thaddeus Logan’s driven along those very same streets 1,000 fold and he too, understands, one can not look back.   I have a feeling  he is a good man and he has written a couple of good books that need to be read and taken to heart.

Serendipity is alive and well on the streets of Baltimore, but  I’m going to stick to the romance of sadness or even the empathy I experienced, while visiting, so as for reading his books, I’m just not going there.

Master of Ceremony

You live for the moment,
In that New York state of mind,
On every street corner,
In every pizza place,
You’re just another slice in time.
 
In the midst of the masses,
Sits a beggar, a mere ghost,
Imitating a man.
An unfortunate icon of the city,
Short of shoes, sitting on lifeless wheels,
His tin cup, barely clutching his hand.
 
You…, you have a place to be,
Master of Ceremony,
Your parade marches on…
Past his dimming, glassy eyes,
Eyes you will never meet.
You sail past his hopes
Hopes you can never sink.
Past his tin cup, from which,
You will never drink.
 
Originally written after a trip to NYC in 2007
Updated 10-09-2012
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