“Yea” is a very old-fashioned way of saying “yes,” used mainly in voting. It’s the opposite of—and rhymes with—“nay.” When you want to write the common casual version of “yes,” the correct spelling is “yeah” (sounds like “yeh” ). When a team wins the game, we all yelled “yay!” (the opposite of “boo”!). I was only yay big when I learned that.
Duck Tape or Duct Tape…..
A commercial firm has named its product “Duck Tape,” harking back to the original name for this adhesive tape (which was green), developed by Johnson & Johnson during World War II to waterproof ammunition cases. It is now usually called “duct tape,” for its supposed use in connecting ventilation and other ducts (which match its current silver color). Note that modern building codes consider duct tape unsafe for sealing ducts, particularly those that convey hot air.
Know the difference….
There are two types of trouble…one is the trouble you knowingly walk into, the other is trouble that just happens…it’s important to know the difference.
David L. McDonald
Kurt’s Truth…..
Can I tell you the truth? I mean this isn’t like TV news, is it? Here’s what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey. And like so many addicts about to face cold turkey, our leaders are now committing violent crimes to get what little is left of what we’re hooked on.”
- Kurt Vonnegut, (EXCERPT: “Cold Turkey”, In These Times, 5.12.04)
Wipe It Out….
In the vastness of my day dreams,
Drifts a cloud so dark and deadly…
Drifts a cloud of ominous fury.
Wipe it out…..it moves so steadily…
This is not my melancholy day dream,
This is not our sun shinny day.
Wipe the cloud of humanities sadness,
Wipe its fog, wipe it all away.
Every second of history is optional.
We each determine the type of seed.
What are we choosing, what’s in our garden?
Are they plants of freedom or weeds of greed?
I no longer accept this darkness,
I no longer accept this gloom.
I will plant my garden quietly,
I will slowly watch it bloom.
There is hope if we each start growing.
Growing in a straight, forward way.
Being willing to bend, if needed,
Being willing to grow each day.
Now, my day dreams, see a lightness.
See a chance to change the path.
Know that others stand behind me,
Know we are stronger then the wrath.
Numbers count in slow and steady.
Numbers count when the truth is told.
Fear is always the cause of confusion,
The greedy try to make it bold.
Wipe it out…their desecration,.
Wipe it out until it’s clean.
We will stand for truth and justice.
We will stand, we’ll no longer lean.
CAWatson01/18/2009
Temporal Times….
Oh, we struggle in our temporal time.
Creating chasms of exquisite design.
Dancing through chambers of illusion and dream.
No progression of inner self is planned in the scheme.
Lie, my sweet lost child of humanity.
Rest, my dear soul of distress.
Find yourself in your new choice of awakening,
Know that you must do nothing but your best.
Float gently over the field of ragged war.
Learn the lesson that men should have learned before.
Sail through the camps of tortured, shallow souls,
And touch the torment that others constantly know.
Your dreams are shattered mirrors of mistrust.
Years have formed the tangled roots of material lust.
While others die, and others lie, and others cry,
We go on drifting as unimportant memories fly by…
CAWatson01/17/209
Unmeasured Joy….
Oh, in the springtime,
When apple blossoms bloom,
The sweetened breeze,
The smell of love’s perfume,
That swells in me,
Even as the storm clouds loom,
This is when the air is swirled,
This is when the heart is twirled,
This is when I hold you close,
And know unmeasured joy.
Oh, in the summer,
When the heat is strong,
The summer’s golden wheat,
Is growing long,
The thick, hotness bakes,
As I lay against your arm.
This is when the sky is blue,
This is when I dream of you,
This is when I slowly sigh,
And know unmeasured joy.
Oh, in the autumn,
When leaves drift and fall.
The winds blow clear,
On the grasses, tall.
We embrace and listen,
To the wild geese call.
This is when the moon shines bright.
This is when the owls call at night.
This is when I snuggle close,
And know unmeasured joy.
Oh, in the winter,
When snow drifts down,
The air is frozen,
The cold makes no sound,
Then warmth engulfs me,
As you put your arm around.
This is when the nights are long,
This is when my heart lifts in song,
This is when the air is crisp,
And I know unmeasured joy.
CAWatson 01/16/2008
Seeing….
One eye,
Shines so bright.
Sees through,
The day and night.
Waiting for.
My sweet surrender.
Blinded by chaos,
Till I remember.
Third sight,
First understanding.
Till my illusions,
I start abandoning.
Then I’ll see,
The truth in me.
While letting go,
Of the misery.
Alchemy
In the morning dew,
Herbs and potions,
The ancients knew.
Simple rites,
Deep meditations,
Leading to,
Higher elevations.
Not knowing,
What I’ve come to say.
Saying not,
That I know the way.
Inner fires
Burn and smolder.
Waiting for,
A thought that’s older.
Waiting for,
The ancient sign.
Letting me,
Discover mine.
CAWatson01/16/2009
Can’t Leave It the Same….
There’s shooting and killing,
And bombing in the world.
As I pull clothes from the dryer,
And start to fold.
What do I do about it?
Do I do what I am told?
There’s pain and hunger,
And sorrow in the poor,
As I call in an order,
And get pizza at my door.
Do I dine in pleasure?
Do I forget what I know?
There’s greedy, abuse of power,
Intertwined in our government,
As I never think to question,
Where my tax dollars went.
Do I take on the ‘big boys’?
Do I ask where it’s spent?
There’s terror and deception,
Surging through so many men.
As I happily go through life,
Never needing to defend.
Do I turn the other way?
Or do I become a friend?
It’s time….it’s time to change.
I believe ‘character’ is the name.
Misguided people trying
To cheat at the game.
Can I change the world?
Well, I can’t leave it the same…
CAWatson01/15/2009
Ancient Words…..
Ancient letters,
Writing the story.
Strange words,
Of sticks and stone.
Upon the leaves,
The path is shown.
Following words,
I do not know.
While being urged ,
To connect the flow.
Hardships make,
The awakening grow.
Will I find,
What I search for?
Or is it hidden,
In long lost lore?
Look onward, child,
There is always more….
CAWatson01/12/2009
