jpaulgorman

ggcd7 The sleepies got a hold of em. Just fell down and slept. Need to get their hair redone. To get the proper mindset. Eyes, they're open wide. Seeing everything they see. Filling in the blanks. Like a movie on the screen. (chorus) All around the world. The whole human race. When the sun lights the night. d7.                                           g When the moon takes the day. The tension will usually bust. Fingers point and blame. Resentment is tough to forget. Someday they'll feel the same. (chorus) Forgiveness can be described. Free willing minds can choose. Perhaps we'll live peacefully. We got nothing to lose. (chorus)x2

The sad minds of sore losers. When justice must be done. Because it just can't be. The thought of it appalling. Acceptance unimaginable. Then the superiority. The undefeatable case. Dictated, without rebutal. The horribleness of it. Aghast. Peace is not involved. Only droning on and on.

.a girl that gives out recipes. .one that holds on. .shakes out your shakes. .if need be. .sleeps close at night. .happily along. .ready for any road. .jump a curb and hit the juice. .leave the pavement behind. .on to the big skys. .where earth has scars. .a place to bust through and seep out. .ooze like molten lava. .slowly and without regard. .engulfing and commanding respect. .thankful love. .wanted or not. .accepted or rejected. .either way.  

Suddenly, the bottom drops. For all the reasons known. But it is now, not then. And now is the only way to really see. This isn't visions of the future. Or vivid memories of the past. Decisions must be made. It is unavoidable. Mindset must be had. Even out of your mind is a mindset. The brain will not allow a shutdown. It owns the whole rodeo. The subconscious and conscious. The awake and asleep. The daydreams and nightmares. Use your mind, it is using you. Fill it with Love. Jam it with Word. Click on the Light. The Way found you. Got some good good news. That's the Truth.

The relax room. Full of jazz and wine. Only the freshest allowed. The working it girls. Working it. While the band is on another break.

perhaps some time on a mountain, solitude finally. quiet and peaceful, only nature noises and smells. alone to breathe and moan. to help the heart be lit again. blazing for love and excitement. or maybe on a beach. sweet, salty air, heavy with chilling. the pace of bums. high tides and afternoon rest. coastal night walks, with the moon following. don't know what to do. let the dreams decide, I suppose.

...Trust... *56 % didn't trust either candidate.  Rasmussen. *Media down from 55 in 1999 to 32 in 2016.  Gallup. *Congress.  41 in 86 to 9.  Gallup. What to do?...avoid.bite your lip. ...got to bring the people back together.  How?  Conversational Intelligence is the power to elevate our collective intelligence.*** NY Times columnist Wesley Morris.... The term has become the sad equivalent of the jolly drinking axiom: It’s always national-conversation time somewhere. Whenever the mood around an issue ought to change — guns, policing, marriage, the Oscars — somebody will say we need to talk about it. We should be sitting around and figuring this thing out. We need to have “real,” “substantive,” “difficult” exchanges — about our personal biases, about our bad policies — that reach far and go deep. “It’s time for a national conversation” about mental health, retirement savings, drones. ...national conversation.....to an intelligent national c...

Acceptance is only an emotion. It can be intellectually rejected. It can be refused. Easily, along with other emotions. Tougher, when acceptance is felt. We'll all see. Business will go on. Boats will float the oceans and seas. Lights will be turned on. The glowhackers will reboot. Men and women and in betweens. Looking for kicks. Listen for the Words of the day. Mixed with the la la las. Surrounded by string music. And low booming drums. Eratic, and definitely not, static. And ending abruptly, if need be. Feel the Spirit. The Spirit feels you. The earth is full of its fragrances. Rising into it's atmosphere. Unable to be held prisoner. Released from the surface and gone. Just now we are spinning into a new day. The rotation continues and time awareness returns. Surely the blind are distracted by beauty too. No doubt the deaf can hum a tune. Accept or not accept. Trick your own mind. It can be done. Attach the cause to an emotion. Then, and on...

In huge globs it keeps sliding. Seperated from the mountain. Unknown and dangerous. Unsettling and unexpected. The shocked stand there. Insistent, even, that its not real. Sobered and ignored. Determining that everyone is stupid. This is reality. The ones that knew all along are tired. But calm. The only thing left for the disbelieving is anger, depression, then acceptance. The full range. Mud will continue to fall for days. Then it will stop. And the landslide will be over.

.so so relative. .this time conception. .and the prisoners involved. .it is continuous and true. .always there. .never able to be removed. .therefore. .time becomes a part of our culture. .unable to be commoditized. .only lived. .only experienced. .only enjoyed. .only filled. .only used. .only endured. .until time is gone. .and timelessness begins. .when time is forgotten we are close. .close to our eternal nature. .the brain brings it back. .it cannot understand. .it must be occupied. .and it is close to our corrupted heart. .so we play tennis at daybreak. .savings time ridiculousness is irrlevant. .daybreak is daybreak. .don't be late.

Huge eyes, rolling around. Making looks and chasing it. Respectability, always now. Dignified and such. No communication games. Places with no names. Signs ahead said skip the blame. Enough with the shake off please. Get through to the offended. They are wasting their time. Make the music regardless. Make the steel drums ding. These emotions of the mind. And the reality of the heart. Together, they can be controlled. With some soul and rhythm. On a four four beat. Usually.