6 Dec 2011 > 20/11/2 > Aeon/Judgemenmt/Lust/strength/Priestess
Take a moment of silence. Breathe. I invite you to imagine your child self as I ask these questions to that innocent wisdom that has the answers. Uncomplicated, clear answers. Listen.
What stands between what you feel and what you know?
What rises from your shadows into the Light for clarity?
Can you take some time today to pay attention to the world around you with out a critical eye?
I will now refer to the Weather Report as the WR.. And.. one day I just may not give a weather report. I’m not really sure why I started this in the first place except perhaps to jabber idly for awhile while I figured out what I was gonna write poetically. Not that I don’t want you to know … cause I’m sure you want to…
The metaphor of weather has made itself literal. The wet cold on the outside, all drippy and unpleasant has found itself on my inside. Sneeze and snotty. so.. not pretty. I am pretty sure I do not have a layer of white all over me, tho’ I do look good in white. I suppose I could give myself a big roll in the wet freeze of the lawn and see what happens. Of course, I will not do that silliness at my geezer age. well.. I might under other circumstances. I ramble.
George Forman gave us his grill
As if watching him box wasn’t enough of a thrill
Laying a left and than knockin’ a right
slammin’ some meat, cook it right like I like
I didn’t expect much from George’s household grill
I preferred charcoal or gas to his grill with the frills
Then at a garage sale was one waiting for me
Well used at a good price a deal he made just for me
Suspicious, excited, I un-bagged it at home
Admired its clean lines it’s sleek uniformed form
What could I do but plug it on in
I pulled out a steak, rolled in seasoning just right
Sprayed some oil on the grill excited for a righteous bite
It was done in 3 minutes all bloody and rare
Just how I like it I gave it a rare stare
I gave thanks for its life with a short little prayer
Put the succulent piece in my mouth with fair care
Better than expected that George Forman’s grill
Cooked my steak perfect I’m a little bit thrilled with the grill
I’m not much for the boxing of George in the ring
And I can tell you this for sure his grill makes me sing
It can’t take the place of the good ol’ outdoor fire
It sure beats the broiler it’s clever and inspired