Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
staring at the sky
millions of questions
wondering why
windy....chilly..... dead of the night
shadows stretch.... by the moonlight
feel like i am...at the edge of an ocean
dipping my feet to measure the depth
no choice but to dive
and swim across the breadth
silence has a comforting tone
beckoning to a peaceful slumber
embracing with its warmth
blanking all i that i wonder
Sunday, November 01, 2009
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Blowin' In The Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
--Bob Dylan, "Blowing in the wind"