Nothing Left To Dream

It's a bit greyer than I imagined. Calls have dropped off and the e-mail has dwindled to next-to-nothing. I bid on trinkets on eBay, hoping that someone else will grab them. Somehow, I always imagined that there would be something that I needed. You know, that one car. That one of a kind guitar; that once in a lifetime girl.

I don't mean to brag...well, maybe I do- I have succeeded. I have it all. 

Oh, sure, I dream of world peace and I worry about the stray dogs. I'm aware of every school shooting and I cry for the lonely. I just lost another friend this week who just wasn't strong enough to survive the hard part. For the first time, though, I'm almost able to celebrate what she was on the good days. Few of my favourites were designed for this world, these times.

There's an end to every story. It's way too late for mine to be a short story, even though short stories have always been my favourite. I suppose my last worry was that I had used up all my good luck. Of course it just kept coming. 

By the way, I got the once in a lifetime girl. She came with the one of a kind guitar and the best would-be stray. I told you I have it all.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

Have I Told You This?

Maybe I should have told the tales of my parade of consciousness while there was some small degree of relevance. I suppose I did, in fact, but I don't believe anyone was listening.

New stories are always better.

I'm not likely to shake another king's hand at this point, but three should be plenty, and I've blundered into the cosmic path of the royal personage of Roy, Elvis and Big Daddy.

My favourite stories are all about laughing. I plan to do a lot more before all's said and done.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

Liberal Politics

 

Bad actors hijacked the language long ago. In the United States the wealthy activists figured out that if you could control the courts, the religions and the semantics while you destroyed faith in the media, you could manipulate the masses into voting against their best interests in perpetuity.

What had been done to the term, woke, was impressive until I arrived in the UK. It is the ultimate slur here. Don't blunder into the corner pub in your Siddhartha Gautama t shirt, mate.

Now, I'll take what I want from your religions- the Golden Rule with a dash of peace and love, and I'll leave what I don't like- an eye for an eye. I would prefer very little of any of your governments at all, except that I know that someone will steal your unlocked bike or pick your unbuttoned pocket.

I'm a liberal, a socialist, an optimist. Show me a better path and I'll take it. I respect your views. I'm pretty stubborn on that peace and love bit, but that's about it.

Copy The Good Ones

Do you have childhood heroes? Of course you do. Pretty sure we all do. I probably have more than my share. I never dropped one for the next one. I just kept adding to my list.

Why not copy all the best parts of each of them. In my world Gene Vincent had Elvis and Jayne Mansfield had Marilyn. Muhammad Ali had Gorgeous George and James Dean had Marlon.

Think of the kindest teacher you ever had, the most patient boss, the most honest public figure before that became an oxymoron. Who was the sweetest person in your high school class? 

What would happen if you mixed all of the best traits of all the folks who inspired you and smeared it all over you. If you act nice all the time, you're nice. Can you believe it? Try spending some time patiently with a lonely neighbor like you can remember your mom doing. Voila!

Is this the most simplistic, naive suggestion that you ever ran across? Yeah, probably. I can't remember where I got it.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

 

Best Of Times

Wouldn't we all like to believe that we're coming back when the ride is over. Don't we all need to hang onto the hope that we'll all be reunited someday with the ones we love.

Just in case that's not gonna happen, let's agree to enjoy every minute with the precious ones in our life. The luckiest of us know just how lucky we are.

Love hard. Pet those dogs.

 

Subtitles In Color

 

Everybody wants to leave before the party winds down. Cloudy eyes and an early bed time. Hope is where love outruns heartbreak. You know all that passion that you've saved up? All those dreams that you put on hold? Check that expiration date, dear friend.

Want to compete? Look into setting some kind of world's record for the kindest person who ever lived. If you don't win, everybody else will.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

What Light, What Tunnel?

Maybe there's never any need to panic. Everything that's going to happen is going to happen. From where I sit, it's mostly fools who think they're running the show. How would you like to wake up in the morning and realise, "Uh oh- I'm Vladimir Putin!" 

If you want folks to tell you what you want to hear, just throw a few rubles around.

Maybe there's something lower, more boring than politics. I haven't found it.

Oh, there's plenty to worry about. It's called the unknown. My advice is to brush after every meal and try not to dwell on it.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.