Paul, I am humbled and touched by your words. I thank you for your sincerity, and for reminding me once again the gravity of what it means to write. Some say, "Since we die, what is the point?" and others, "But surely, because we die, that is all the more reason to embrace intensely the life bestowed upon us." I can't remember the people I heard this from, but it is good to be reminded of the mindfulness we must possess in everything we do; from cherishing the simple brief moments of peace, to truly embracing our pain that we may be tempered by its flames into something stronger. Its like a falling star, almost...one great fleeting flash of light. Sometimes tragedy and farce surround us so much that it seems fit to draw something lovely out of perception, despite the awful truths. If anything, true beauty, though vague and fleeting, is something that affects us all. Thank you once again.
Hi, Paul,
Thank you very much for the fave and the two, count them, two, comments on 'Bones.' Two comments is a first! Thanks again. I feel appreciated.
Hi, Paul,
Either name for your poetry duet is fine. I do lean towards your first title, only because it's clever. The other title is more descriptive of the main incident.
Yes, I am in Binghamton. I like living here.
I've never been to New Paltz, but have certainly heard of it. There's a state college there that my daughter looked at when searching for a place to go.
The speech went well. It was actually more of a presentation than a straight speech. Fifteen people braved the heat and humidity to be there. I had some 'uhs' but would like to do that topic again. A friend of mine critqued and recorded most of the presentation.
Thank you for asking, and keep up the great work!
Hi Paul, Thank You SO much for your input with regards to my work. I truly appreciate it. Needless to say, you have made me very happy . Thank you once again!
thanks for your nice comments. that's funny that you think i look famous, because i am probably the most un-famous person in the world. and i promise that i won't eat too many men. i'm finding it difficult to even tolerate one at the moment. i'll never give up my love for mint milanos though...
Hi, Paul
I've been reading your very amusing shouts to Byron. He just attacked me again, trying to get a rise out of me. His vulnerable point is his lack of talent. He read my comment to you, and completely got it wrong. I'm just going to lock him out, like you.
Hi, Paul,
Excellent idea, except I feel sorry for Byron. It's a true case of those who can do, those who can't criticize. I read his poetry and couldn't find anything good to say about it. You, on the other hand, have talent. So he's just a nuisance, and you can prevent him from sending you messages on this site if it gets too annoying. Think annoying gnat.
And your message brought a big to my face.
01/12/08
Oh Beautiful Silence Paul Michelle
What is this thing?
A howling dissident thousand lights,
voices in the night.
How long my God, how long?
Is it lost in symphony,
what you give to me.
My eyes wont shut,
my lung wont steady,
for this putrid arguing is crippling me.
I am so tired my God, so tired.
Until finally mans quiet comes
with the early birds bustling songs.
I sleep in the sweet silent sanctuary of humanity's racing.
Car horns and sirens, the playful screams of children.
Oh beautiful silence.
But for how long my God, how long.
Sam
He is part of the South Park Generation.
That's what I call them.
Television is his hobby
I fart and he bursts into laughter.
He works at Starbucks.
He is twenty-two.
I wonder if I was as stupid at twenty-two.
No.
He considers me his best friend.
I want to throw him out a window.
He calls me Einstein.
I refrain from calling him moron.
He buys organic raw sugar in individual single serving packets.
He is a disease.
He laughs while reminiscing about animal cruelty he witnessed.
He is one of many.
Uneducated.
Hasn't read a book since high school.
He makes things difficult.
He is the future.
i'll never give up my love for mint milanos though...
