May 26, 2007

“The heart of a fool is in his mouth,
but the mouth of a wise man
is in his heart.”
~ Ben Franklin

Writer’s note: Some formatting of this poem has been changed to fit the page.

…Intellectual Freedom Being…

people

At Coby’s, she makes sandwiches.
Once a girl looking for something
That’s not easily found, she saw
Seattle as a destination but
Boise was her return to find.
The face was a recognizable
Feature;
The clothes were different.
Autumn’s stars sparkled
For a moment
While two people looked.

Like William Stafford
He lays on the couch
Writing poems
Near Maya Angelou’s journey.
Hard work during the summer
Allows music to accompany
His journey.
Descriptions stand as a
Modern arts wall.

expressions of self

Have you listened to
Seven styles of music,
Within an hour,
For enjoyment?

indigenous
Latin
jazz
r&b
country
blues
rock

don’t judge a book by it’s cover

black          and          white

Are you the kind of person
No one can quite understand?
Your waistline falls a little low.
One day you’ll dress one style
And the next, another.

People are Idaho weather.

the explanation

…Intellectual Freedom Being…
     is expressing yourself and your views, in a manner that you choose.
     thoughts of your own upbringing.
a complete individual

Intellectual freedom being
Star gazes into the sunset.

May 24, 2007

hardpressed
wordpressed
lost

new theme
new age
just the way it is

swimming
unknown until caught
like a goldfish in a bowl
cloudy from neglect

Typical Situation

May 24, 2007

Inspired by the poem, Prayer in the Pentagon by Robert Dederick, I’ve found these lyrics from DMB‘s Typical Situation to have some life. Life = meaning.

It’s a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices

Everybody’s happy
Everybody’s free
We’ll keep the big door open
And everyone’ll come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don’t step in line
We’ll lock you away

Welcome to the new categories of Life and Music.

a new book
a new page
a new start
obsticles already

ink
thoughts
shadows
memories
skip
ideas
later

try
now

next page

try again
new pen
don’t have

lost
try
try
again

one
two
three
words

shadow
ink
slowly
dries

continues

paper
dry
acid
free

freedom
old
memories
famous
people

lost
trek
on
paper

must
move
on

continued

back page
smooth line
maybe now
stay here
no shadows

ideas form slowly
shadows invade space
ink dries inconsistently
stop and go
it won’t stop
it can’t stop
don’t want to stop