Probably my all time favorite Dylan song. This song has been playing thru my mind for the last few days and I just had to see if a video existed so I could post it here. Without a doubt the lyrics really say it all. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Welcome to Flowers On My Side Of The Wall, the ramblings and meanderings of an old hippie, the original RainbowDemon. What you will find here is a veritable plethora of words, views, poems, and short stories. Other than that, your guess is as good as mine. I hope you like what you find within, and hopefully you'll take just a moment and leave a few words in the comments section. With that, hope you enjoy the journey.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
foggy glass
sometimes the winds of change
blow so hard
and things go so far off course
it's impossible to ever return
and reclaim what once was
yet never truly will be again
because of misconception
perception
deception
and assumption
while trying to look thru the eyes
of someone you
no longer know.
blow so hard
and things go so far off course
it's impossible to ever return
and reclaim what once was
yet never truly will be again
because of misconception
perception
deception
and assumption
while trying to look thru the eyes
of someone you
no longer know.
Friday, December 21, 2007
weird al one more minute
Sometimes when you're down, only Weird Al can bring a smile to your face. This video is probably my favorite Weird Al song. Catch the back up singers and all the movements they do to the lyrics. If this doesn't bring a chuckle to you consult a shrink because this one is so great. Thanks for watching.
news delivered
the need, so strong,
a need to turn
with nowhere to go
empty hands
empty heart
confused thoughts
crushed ego
life goes on
and no one notices and
no one truly gives a shit.
imagine that!
a need to turn
with nowhere to go
empty hands
empty heart
confused thoughts
crushed ego
life goes on
and no one notices and
no one truly gives a shit.
imagine that!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The Season Of Truth
You came into the world
With a preordained purpose.
You arrived without fanfare
In a place reserved for animals.
You lived a paltry life
With little or no comfort
And died an agonizing death
That others might live and be rewarded with
Paradise.
What a shame so many fail
To recognize your season
As YOUR season
And instead mutate and warp it
To suit their own
Selfish desires and beliefs.
This season, as always
My thoughts turn to you
All those centuries ago
When your birth was announced
By an eastern star.
Thanks for what you have given to us all,
Not just to me and to mine,
But to us all
And thanks for the chance
To follow you.
Merry Christmas!
With a preordained purpose.
You arrived without fanfare
In a place reserved for animals.
You lived a paltry life
With little or no comfort
And died an agonizing death
That others might live and be rewarded with
Paradise.
What a shame so many fail
To recognize your season
As YOUR season
And instead mutate and warp it
To suit their own
Selfish desires and beliefs.
This season, as always
My thoughts turn to you
All those centuries ago
When your birth was announced
By an eastern star.
Thanks for what you have given to us all,
Not just to me and to mine,
But to us all
And thanks for the chance
To follow you.
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Delusional # 34
Crowded, yet I'm so lonely,
Loud,
But it's so quiet.
So much talking,
But I'm remaining silent.
So much happiness,
Yet I'm morose.
You smile that smile that signals
Victory
As I remain
With the same frown
I've worn for so long
But
For reasons you've yet to
Comprehend.
You laugh
Your laugh,
Yet I smile my knowing smile,
Realizing
You accomplished
Nil
Zip,
Nadda,
Yet you think you've won the prize
While all you've really won
Is false victory
And utter defeat.
You gather those five of yours together
Along with your sixth,
And you relay to them
That the despondence that you
Celebrate
Is that of your own creation
And while you celebrate the
Emptiness you so desire
To hold as impressive
And smug,
Is truly a pathetic
Ruse
That you attempt
To fool so many with
As you hold your head high
While your soul
Sells you out
And reveals your true self:
A pathetic excuse as a human being,
A husband
A Father
And a Son.
Ironically, you're no longer needed
As your masqueraded independence
Does nothing more
Than to prove
What a joke you've created
As your world,
Yet no one else
Other than those close to you
Sheds tears,
Because they have become wise
And accustomed
To
Your Ways.....
Loud,
But it's so quiet.
So much talking,
But I'm remaining silent.
So much happiness,
Yet I'm morose.
You smile that smile that signals
Victory
As I remain
With the same frown
I've worn for so long
But
For reasons you've yet to
Comprehend.
You laugh
Your laugh,
Yet I smile my knowing smile,
Realizing
You accomplished
Nil
Zip,
Nadda,
Yet you think you've won the prize
While all you've really won
Is false victory
And utter defeat.
You gather those five of yours together
Along with your sixth,
And you relay to them
That the despondence that you
Celebrate
Is that of your own creation
And while you celebrate the
Emptiness you so desire
To hold as impressive
And smug,
Is truly a pathetic
Ruse
That you attempt
To fool so many with
As you hold your head high
While your soul
Sells you out
And reveals your true self:
A pathetic excuse as a human being,
A husband
A Father
And a Son.
Ironically, you're no longer needed
As your masqueraded independence
Does nothing more
Than to prove
What a joke you've created
As your world,
Yet no one else
Other than those close to you
Sheds tears,
Because they have become wise
And accustomed
To
Your Ways.....
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Relative Bearing
Uncertainty
Yet assured,
Confused,
Yet knowing.
Indecisive
With a mind already made up,
Questioning
Yet knowing most of the answers.
Longing for the anticipated
Prize
That awaits so far off in the distance.
Silence breeds
Uncertainty
Confusion
Indecisiveness
And so many unanswered questions.
Will I play the game to the end?
And if I do,
Who wins?
The clock approaches the arrival
Of yet another day,
And the game plays
On.
Yet assured,
Confused,
Yet knowing.
Indecisive
With a mind already made up,
Questioning
Yet knowing most of the answers.
Longing for the anticipated
Prize
That awaits so far off in the distance.
Silence breeds
Uncertainty
Confusion
Indecisiveness
And so many unanswered questions.
Will I play the game to the end?
And if I do,
Who wins?
The clock approaches the arrival
Of yet another day,
And the game plays
On.
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