out playing at myspace

and I was... out playing at myspace, that is... and well, I was almost into a chatty mood (hasn't really been my thing for years, though I was addicted to chat rooms in the 90s and ICQ when it first came out) and leaped into commenting on myspace when, kerash again... this old computer (as attested to a few days ago over at myspace) just won't keep up with the times, but I gave it a shot anyway and hopefully found or furthered another connection or two... who knows, maybe my phone will even ring some more...

and so it's now later... and I said I'd be back later with more RealTime™ entries and here we are... yesterday's entry was almost serious, I think, and a large chunk of humanness too, I think, in case you missed it... and four new rhymes found their way over to myspace (instead of other gardens) and I am pulling rhymes out of letters I wrote more than ten years ago, before putting all my stuff into storage, even... it'll be interesting to see if there's any sort of different reaction to the older stuff as compared to the newer stuff... and I wonder if anyone will be able to tell the difference...

and then there are rhymes flowing more into other streams and from other inspirations... for instance, this post inspired me to think about one of my favorite books... a few books travel with me through this life, even when I lose them, another copy just seems to find me as if to remind me of how much the contents mean to me... Richard Bach's Illusions, is one of those books... I find that people who relate to the book seem to relate me better than others who do not relate to that book... and between the entry and the memories of the book, I found these words becoming a comment:

I create a maze of ideas
for some it is confusion
it seems to protect me
from unwanted intrusion
maybe nothing is real
and love is mere delusion
but there's no better feeling
than to share the same illusion

and that's why I am here
better or worse it seems
if true love is not real
then I'm... addicted to the dream
could be candora (and the candora here at blogspot as well) and other heart inspired places in my written gardens) are due for an awakening... can you hear the whipporwills? (I know some of you can)... for corroborating evidence, I offer the following rhyme inspired by Zoe...

behind the eyes I see a smile
that longs for something more
a lover, friend, and family
the things that life is for

so many roam alone and wild
pretending to be free
maybe until you hold your child
life is a fantasy

and maybe that's enough for some
for some, maybe it's not
we must just make the most of it
when it is all we've got

when life is running on so fast
through fun, fashion, and lust
we search for something that will last
but wonder who to trust

to start a life and family
to commit without end
the lover is essential, yes,
but not as much as the friend

who knows the real you at your core
who knows your deepest dream
someone must share it to come true
and you know what I mean

I hope you find your partnership
and all you're looking for
so your heart can know the smile
that longs for nothing more

could have written that for myself as well, to my own heart and dreams... obviously when I am out playing at myspace I am not just playing at superficial banter, aye?... head over to see the rhymes in the blog if you want to see more...

thanks for being here :)