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Do we count our wishes?

We are not here to claim.

We are here for the giving.

it feels necessary to distinguish time. Although man made, their are natural time frames. Food becomes. your time time card is empty, seasons change, and necessity drives needs. Time helps us bear things in a thoughtful, considerate manner. Time is a construct builds foundation. The interesting thing and ultimate intangible thing is the time we are born into is vastly different from the time crunch we face in life. I believe it is important to ultimately arrive before something has ended but stress and pressure are figments of our imagination & are much different from our feelings. Although it takes just as much effort to produce minute to grandiose, time in specificity is more readily managed when portioned somehow though we are creations of something much bigger than construct and our mere selves. Let us not become products but become individuality indifferent.

So Far

Believing is recognizing until acquainted.

"for all things heard,

I have made known to you"

Don't Get Round Much Anymore

"The way to India and China did not go by way of railroads and ships.
I had to find the magic bridges myself."

Is it normal to feel this way?
judging what is blue and gray
I understand little - with this little composure
trying to fit myself in a box
I ship myself to China.
And beg for return and wisdom translated.

We are not here for the taking,

we are here for the borrowing.

Love me as you

not through your consciousness

but of your soul.

Saw You First

Give Me The Night by George Benson

Hey Nineteen by Steely Dan

Don't Think Twice, It's Alright

We are not meant for disarray.

"all things in all

yet, nothing in any"

hoping to see
I open my very eyes
trusting that sense
vindicates vision

Hoping to see
I open my very eyes
trusting that sense
vindicates vision

I feel hope to believe

Rhapsody in Blue

I have hope to believe

Some People by Liza Minnelli

we grow truthfully out of the imagination.

without moments of self evaluation, 

we could clothe ourselves in righteous moral implicicity.

We have the ability to believe that through certain hope, we can benefit the world's choices.

meadowlarks

I lie to myself in self assurance
of a form of truth. I dare to despair
when nothing has ever been taken yet from me.
Prejudicing collateral damage I weep in the bestowed-
somehow afraid that if there is no choice,
their was no decision.
Do we not cry? out for indecision's sake?
Lord, slow speed be upon us. 

Tequila Sunrise

We are not becoming something; we are becoming someone.
We are someone.

The Undanced Ballet, Mvt. 1 : Frigyes Hidas

Someone To Watch Over Me by Amy Winehouse

Francis & Clare

a world premiere

Page Theatre

August 4th, 5th and 6th 2017

"We were "gave an upright countenance to survey the heavens, 

and to look upward to the stars."

VIA Publius Ovidius Naso

Genesis 3

"In the beginning was he earth and the earth was made fresh, and so the earth was made two; Mountian and River. The mountain stood and the river ran. The River ran over, around, through, and between the Mountain, never in one place twice and never longer than thrice the number of it times it was there twice. The Mountain stood, rose, and fell, never lower than the bottom and never higher than the top.

The mountain was wise; it did not know what it did not know what it did not know. The river was wise, it knew what it knew. The Mountain did not know that it did not know how to run. The River knew that it could not stand alone and asked the mountain for help . The Mountain wanted to help the River as it knew how to stand. The Mountain yelled and caused a land slide to run and blocked the river, and so the Mountain ran. The river could not run on further and so it formed a lake of standing water, and so the river stoof. They stood and they ran, and when it pleased them they ran and they stood , and so earth was made fresh with life. "

VIA Christopher Lackey

"Everyone is someone"

No One Is Alone

We are creations of our time.

Memphis In The Meantime

Beautiful