Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow...
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Tiger Lily
Perhaps it's far too early to reveal
A feeling not yet ready to be love.
The light of dawn, though hesitant, is real;
Real as well the hopes that time will prove.
I dance across the meadows of my heart
Carrying doubts that mingle joy and fear.
I know I'm half myself when we're apart;
All I want is with me when you're near.
Some people think that friends should be just friends;
To try for more might ruin what they have.
I think the closest friend is one you love,
Sharing life with words and lips and hands.
One caress unravels mysteries
Lodged behind the most elaborate mask.
The revelation's more than worth the risk.
I want with you such sweet simplicities.
I want us to be friends who now are free
To speak with all the languages of touch.
I want to share your anguish with a kiss
And feel your happiness against my cheek.
I'm sorry for the way I say I love you.
I know this kind of talk is far too soon.
I cannot stop myself; I just adore you.
And so this truth pronounces its own doom.
But when a truth betrays itself, I wonder:
Could it be that such a truth be true?
Or could the sweet compulsion that I'm under
Be caused in part by ignorance of you?
I know only the truth of what I feel,
Which lies beneath all sanity or rule.
My love for you is deep and rich and real,
Though it may be I simply am a fool.
Time will tell the truth, for if you do
Not want my love, I cannot long love you.
Goodbye, my lover and my friend,
On whom I lean my life,
On whom my fortunes now depend,
Do, for me, keep safe.
Be brave, my love, but also know
You live not just for one, but two,
Even as I wait....
A feeling not yet ready to be love.
The light of dawn, though hesitant, is real;
Real as well the hopes that time will prove.
I dance across the meadows of my heart
Carrying doubts that mingle joy and fear.
I know I'm half myself when we're apart;
All I want is with me when you're near.
Some people think that friends should be just friends;
To try for more might ruin what they have.
I think the closest friend is one you love,
Sharing life with words and lips and hands.
One caress unravels mysteries
Lodged behind the most elaborate mask.
The revelation's more than worth the risk.
I want with you such sweet simplicities.
I want us to be friends who now are free
To speak with all the languages of touch.
I want to share your anguish with a kiss
And feel your happiness against my cheek.
I'm sorry for the way I say I love you.
I know this kind of talk is far too soon.
I cannot stop myself; I just adore you.
And so this truth pronounces its own doom.
But when a truth betrays itself, I wonder:
Could it be that such a truth be true?
Or could the sweet compulsion that I'm under
Be caused in part by ignorance of you?
I know only the truth of what I feel,
Which lies beneath all sanity or rule.
My love for you is deep and rich and real,
Though it may be I simply am a fool.
Time will tell the truth, for if you do
Not want my love, I cannot long love you.
Goodbye, my lover and my friend,
On whom I lean my life,
On whom my fortunes now depend,
Do, for me, keep safe.
Be brave, my love, but also know
You live not just for one, but two,
Even as I wait....
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
23 Things We'd Love to See Make a Comeback
1. Streaking.
2. Impressionists. Not the French painters. Rather, all those guys who used to do imitations of George Burns, Kirk Douglas, and Jimmy Stewart. Where have you gone, Rich Little? Frank Gorshin?
3. The Dow. This time we'll sell at 11,500. Swear to God.
4. Mood rings. Goodbye, guesswork: "Hmm, amber . . . This chick is digging my vibe."
5. Bill Clinton. Can nobody feel our pain?
6. Bralessness. The current retro hippie-chick style (bell-bottoms, peasant blouses) doesn't include the '60s move most worth reprising. Sisters, defy the patriarchy that has bound you for so long! Freedom's just another word for setting those babies free.
7. Memorization. No 11-year-old child who knows the capital of every state has ever grown up to become society's problem.
8. Manners. According to a man we admire, "There is nothing tougher than a gentleman."
9. Pigs-in-a-blanket.
10. Burning leaves in the backyard. We'll trade a few molecules of the ozone layer for a smell so sweet that it makes suburban 9-year-olds feel safe at home.
11. D.B. Cooper. Come on, man, you're a congressman, aren't you?
12. Championship fights on network TV.
13. Stallone. Sly deserves a second season in the sun because he wrote three words of dialogue that say more about men than all the other words ever written. Slumped in his corner, his eyes swollen shut by Apollo's blows, Rocky summarizes the centuries-old struggle between stupid and brave: "Cut me, Mick." Top that, Shakespeare!
14. Full-size spare tires. Come on, Mr. Volvo! Doesn't $32,500 buy us more than a doughnut thingy?
15. Enthusiasm. Everybody's cool these days. We miss the sweet spectacle of a man who's juiced, fired up by whatever—his work, his family, his new woman, or his new wheels.
16. Jeff Gillooly. Remember figure skater Tonya Harding's hubby? The kneecapping of wifey's rival, Nancy Kerrigan? Of course, he's a lowlife, but in an age of overthinking everything, here's to his simple can-do spirit. See problem, fix problem.
17. Posses. Not the rap-star kind, the saddle-up, he-went-thataway kind.
18. Stealing home. In 1968, Rod Carew stole home seven times. Last year, in all of major-league baseball there was only one attempt to steal home. Bring back the ultimate smart-ass move.
19. Wife swapping. What's the big deal? One night! Everybody wins!
20. The public-works project. The Hoover Dam. The interstate highway system. The race to the moon. Since the '60s, we've had no massive construction project to inspire us as a nation. We need one. We're a nation of builders. Best idea: a super-duper, high-speed rail system that makes Denver a suburb of Detroit.
21. "Because I said so." Enough explaining why to kids. ("Because 5-year-olds can't reach the brake, Timmy.") The autocratic authority of "Because I said so" is both less tiring for Dad and better for children. When you're 5, it's reassuring to know that you're not in charge.
22. Integrity. "Honor is the gift a man gives himself." —Rob Roy
23. Halter tops. See "Bralessness" (No. 6).
2. Impressionists. Not the French painters. Rather, all those guys who used to do imitations of George Burns, Kirk Douglas, and Jimmy Stewart. Where have you gone, Rich Little? Frank Gorshin?
3. The Dow. This time we'll sell at 11,500. Swear to God.
4. Mood rings. Goodbye, guesswork: "Hmm, amber . . . This chick is digging my vibe."
5. Bill Clinton. Can nobody feel our pain?
6. Bralessness. The current retro hippie-chick style (bell-bottoms, peasant blouses) doesn't include the '60s move most worth reprising. Sisters, defy the patriarchy that has bound you for so long! Freedom's just another word for setting those babies free.
7. Memorization. No 11-year-old child who knows the capital of every state has ever grown up to become society's problem.
8. Manners. According to a man we admire, "There is nothing tougher than a gentleman."
9. Pigs-in-a-blanket.
10. Burning leaves in the backyard. We'll trade a few molecules of the ozone layer for a smell so sweet that it makes suburban 9-year-olds feel safe at home.
11. D.B. Cooper. Come on, man, you're a congressman, aren't you?
12. Championship fights on network TV.
13. Stallone. Sly deserves a second season in the sun because he wrote three words of dialogue that say more about men than all the other words ever written. Slumped in his corner, his eyes swollen shut by Apollo's blows, Rocky summarizes the centuries-old struggle between stupid and brave: "Cut me, Mick." Top that, Shakespeare!
14. Full-size spare tires. Come on, Mr. Volvo! Doesn't $32,500 buy us more than a doughnut thingy?
15. Enthusiasm. Everybody's cool these days. We miss the sweet spectacle of a man who's juiced, fired up by whatever—his work, his family, his new woman, or his new wheels.
16. Jeff Gillooly. Remember figure skater Tonya Harding's hubby? The kneecapping of wifey's rival, Nancy Kerrigan? Of course, he's a lowlife, but in an age of overthinking everything, here's to his simple can-do spirit. See problem, fix problem.
17. Posses. Not the rap-star kind, the saddle-up, he-went-thataway kind.
18. Stealing home. In 1968, Rod Carew stole home seven times. Last year, in all of major-league baseball there was only one attempt to steal home. Bring back the ultimate smart-ass move.
19. Wife swapping. What's the big deal? One night! Everybody wins!
20. The public-works project. The Hoover Dam. The interstate highway system. The race to the moon. Since the '60s, we've had no massive construction project to inspire us as a nation. We need one. We're a nation of builders. Best idea: a super-duper, high-speed rail system that makes Denver a suburb of Detroit.
21. "Because I said so." Enough explaining why to kids. ("Because 5-year-olds can't reach the brake, Timmy.") The autocratic authority of "Because I said so" is both less tiring for Dad and better for children. When you're 5, it's reassuring to know that you're not in charge.
22. Integrity. "Honor is the gift a man gives himself." —Rob Roy
23. Halter tops. See "Bralessness" (No. 6).
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