In the jungle, the
Microsoft jungle,
A developer works
tonight.
He is burning the
midnight oil,
Because the
schedule's so tight.
Oooooweeee,
oooooummmm,
A week away….
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Creature from the Black Lagoon
Once upon a time
there was a creature
That they said lived
in the Black Lagoon.
I remember how we
paddled up the river
And shot at
something big with our harpoon.
A monster with sharp
claws came rushing towards us.
It grabbed my friend
and broke his neck in two.
How I wish we'd
listened to the warnings
'cause now were
swimming in this monster stew.
It had scaly skin
And a dorsal fin
But walked upright,
as if it were a man.
It moved really slow
But there was
nowhere to go...
It was really scary,
understand?
La la la la la la la
la la la la la
Oh yes, the creature
was from the Black Lagoon.
Connect the dots
Open up the
floodgates
Let out the memories
Let out the feelings
Let out the thoughts
Pay attention
Connect the dots.
Where there's an ocean
There's bound to be notions of
Seaside and up and down
Groundside and all around
You
What if the reason
Has gone out of season now
Flying away and gone
Dreaming a colorful
Song
How will the ways
In the maze of the days become
Without another thought
Caught in a web of free
Light
When there's a moment
Forever is nothing
Accept everything you hear
Don't mean a thing you fear
You hear a ringing sound
Swing on the swing around
Nothing is wrong inside
It's just a song alive
Banging the gong arrive
Channel along and drive
Who would you go with
If you could go with them to
Outer infinity
Inner affinity
Space.
Travelling mindwave
A consciousness highway through
All twist and turn along
Follow the yellow brick
Road.
Brambles grow wary
Machettes are scary they
Hack all the time away
Keep out no trespassing
Here.
Birds of a feather
They all come together when
Having a sing-along
They like to fly and dance
Spreading their wings a bit
Sometimes they have a fit
Then they just shake it off
Present, they take aloft
Flying above the land
Smaller than grains of sand.
O
There's bound to be notions of
Seaside and up and down
Groundside and all around
You
What if the reason
Has gone out of season now
Flying away and gone
Dreaming a colorful
Song
How will the ways
In the maze of the days become
Without another thought
Caught in a web of free
Light
When there's a moment
Forever is nothing
Accept everything you hear
Don't mean a thing you fear
You hear a ringing sound
Swing on the swing around
Nothing is wrong inside
It's just a song alive
Banging the gong arrive
Channel along and drive
Who would you go with
If you could go with them to
Outer infinity
Inner affinity
Space.
Travelling mindwave
A consciousness highway through
All twist and turn along
Follow the yellow brick
Road.
Brambles grow wary
Machettes are scary they
Hack all the time away
Keep out no trespassing
Here.
Birds of a feather
They all come together when
Having a sing-along
They like to fly and dance
Spreading their wings a bit
Sometimes they have a fit
Then they just shake it off
Present, they take aloft
Flying above the land
Smaller than grains of sand.
O
Mark_094
It's time to recognize
I am who I am
I can't hide my feelings from...
will you understand?
There is so much more in life
Tu a me adore
Like the moon upon my heart,
Wave upon my shore.
I am who I am
I can't hide my feelings from...
will you understand?
There is so much more in life
Tu a me adore
Like the moon upon my heart,
Wave upon my shore.
Gray skies
On these gray sky days I sometimes find myself unconsciously avoiding looking off into the distance just so I don't see how far I can't see. When I do look, I see the beauty of the clouds and the wet terrain. "Wet terrain" is an interesting combination of words.
If You Got Everything
If you got everything you want
Would you need anything at all?
Maybe it's not so extreme,
Why you calling short tall?
If you really have all the answers,
Whisper them in my ear,
But make sure that you edit out,
Make all your fear disappear
At least as well as you're able
That should be quiet enough
For the largest ears in the universe
You gotta believe they are tough!
Would you need anything at all?
Maybe it's not so extreme,
Why you calling short tall?
If you really have all the answers,
Whisper them in my ear,
But make sure that you edit out,
Make all your fear disappear
At least as well as you're able
That should be quiet enough
For the largest ears in the universe
You gotta believe they are tough!
We've all tuned our spiritual radios -- our egos -- into this base level Earth reality. We think we want to blast off into space. Explore the unknown. Leave behind the dust and detritus, the trash we created, the expenses we paid, for our grand experiments. Cast off the cocoon. Grow from humanity's childish phase into a pure child. Untarnished by our past experiences.
Once you reach a certain age, you think you know what you want. Time is a precious resource. How you fill it defines your life in this three dimensional reality. Sometimes that means that you, that is your ego, close your mind to other possibilities.
Take things up a notch, dimensionally speaking. Obtain a meta overview of your life and decisions. Find presence. There are many great teachers of presence: authors, artists, people that share themselves.
One of the greatest teachers is yourself. Breathe and become your breath. Dance and become the dance. You have just taught yourself. Everyone has experienced this in some aspect of their lives. Be so passionate you become your passion. Pray so strongly you become the prayer. Abandon yourself to your higher self. Feel how you are part of Creation. Share yourself with Yourself.
Embrace the new. Forge a way forward by improving the existing. Clean up the mess.
Time is just one dimension of many. A timeline is one line of many. How many is infinite? No many. All many. Many many many. After a while, the word many looks fany. I mean funny. Munny.
This message has been brought to you by my early morning brain. Tune in post coffee for further pontifications.
Once you reach a certain age, you think you know what you want. Time is a precious resource. How you fill it defines your life in this three dimensional reality. Sometimes that means that you, that is your ego, close your mind to other possibilities.
Take things up a notch, dimensionally speaking. Obtain a meta overview of your life and decisions. Find presence. There are many great teachers of presence: authors, artists, people that share themselves.
One of the greatest teachers is yourself. Breathe and become your breath. Dance and become the dance. You have just taught yourself. Everyone has experienced this in some aspect of their lives. Be so passionate you become your passion. Pray so strongly you become the prayer. Abandon yourself to your higher self. Feel how you are part of Creation. Share yourself with Yourself.
Embrace the new. Forge a way forward by improving the existing. Clean up the mess.
Time is just one dimension of many. A timeline is one line of many. How many is infinite? No many. All many. Many many many. After a while, the word many looks fany. I mean funny. Munny.
This message has been brought to you by my early morning brain. Tune in post coffee for further pontifications.
Boogie Dog
Wrote this in early 2002:
Boogie Dog over mirrors fly
The same old way you always try
To get the speed to get so high
You can't see anything but sky.
You almost made it
And tripped the light fantastic
But you couldn't take it
And now your plans are getting drastic.
Boogie Dog you've gone too far
You've left behind all that you are
There's only yourself left to spar
Time to belly on up to the bar
And now you've made it
You're tripping the light fantastic
You're flying through the darkest cloud
The thunder rolls into a sound
That makes your head spin all around
Your pressure rises by the pound
You've become the Boogie Hound.
Boogie Dog watch the setting sun
There's lots to do before you're done
Get ready now to have some fun
It's time to claim the prize you've won.
Tell him what he's won Bob.
"He's won pretty colors,
Colors that swirl and move to the sound of any rhythm he thinks of.
And, he's won a new,... brain!"
Boogie Dog over mirrors fly
The same old way you always try
To get the speed to get so high
You can't see anything but sky.
You almost made it
And tripped the light fantastic
But you couldn't take it
And now your plans are getting drastic.
Boogie Dog you've gone too far
You've left behind all that you are
There's only yourself left to spar
Time to belly on up to the bar
And now you've made it
You're tripping the light fantastic
You're flying through the darkest cloud
The thunder rolls into a sound
That makes your head spin all around
Your pressure rises by the pound
You've become the Boogie Hound.
Boogie Dog watch the setting sun
There's lots to do before you're done
Get ready now to have some fun
It's time to claim the prize you've won.
Tell him what he's won Bob.
"He's won pretty colors,
Colors that swirl and move to the sound of any rhythm he thinks of.
And, he's won a new,... brain!"
Old myspace music
Looks like I still have some music on myspace from many years ago: https://myspace.com/realitymusicshow/music/songs
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