Sunday Song- "Buildings" by Regina Spektor

He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
He was a husband who drove his wife home
And in the car he would lean her head gently  against  the side door window
And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
But she would always always wake up the next morning
And he'd take one look at her and say oh, oh it’s ok,
And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

They build buildings oh they build buildings
Oh they build buildings
So tall these days

And she would ask for time
And she'd ask for time
And she would beg for time,
And she would beg for time
And beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time
And he'd give her time
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

And it was coffee and coffee and coffee
And coffee and coffee and coffee some more
He'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
And by the time he came back
She'd scrub the bathroom and make it smell like pine
It would be almost as if nothing had happened
And he'd give her time, saying;

They build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings,
Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings,
They build buildings so tall these days

And she would ask for time
And she'd ask for time
And she would beg for time,
And she would beg for time
And beg for time and call it a gift
And he would give her time
And he'd give her time-
But time is not given and time is not taken
It just sifts through its sift

He was a husband…
Don't they build buildings so tall these days...

Experimenting

"Slow down you crazy child..."

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People are just people, in the words of Regina Spektor. You can’t change them no matter how much you try. If they choose a different path, you have to let them be. Yes, they may be blinded. Yes, they may not know what they want. Even though that bothers me, I still have to remind myself that everyone finds themselves at different times. Baby steps will eventually get us all to the end. And then sometimes I wonder if I want to move too fast. It can’t hurt you can it? If you take life as it comes, it might throw some useless things at you, and don’t those useless things just block your main goal? We get so caught up in who’s going where, becoming what, and getting this, but the main key item to have has passed us by without so much as a whisper. It’s happiness. And it just saddens me that the future to some people involves their happiness space to be taken up with mindless things. I want a whole entire storage unit for my happiness. In fact, I might just have a complete storage facility for mine. I will know exactly what I will put in it. And who I will put in it. Nobody will modify nor alter my decision. After all, it is my happiness and not theirs. So they can think I have low standards. Or a strange outlook. But I don’t care. I have a magnificent road God has given me and I will buy the grandest car that anyone has ever seen to spend the rest of my living years driving down it.

Haiku

To sit under the

Stars with someone I adore,

Brings chills up my spine.

Poser

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"Let the world know you as you are, not as you think you should be. Because sooner or later, if you are posing, you will forget the pose, and then where are you?"

~Fanny Brice

"Secret Bits and Pieces"- A Poem

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I am scraps of ornate paper lace flung into a smooth creek bed. 
The bits and pieces of me float along,  
Whispering to the soft croaks of frogs. 
The sun shines against the white thin sheets of the secrets. 
Written in small gentle script, they don’t know where they are going, or even where they’ve been. 
All they need is to exist in harmony with the silky water 
Flowing over my human hands. 
Nobody knows of their life except me,  
And the little creatures who hide under the rustling leaves.

Wishing

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In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.

~Judy Garland