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BOB DYLAN /songs/my-back-pages

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

getting ready for candy

3 of the 5... getting ready for trick-or-treat

Peter Pan and Dracula

did NOT want their photo taken

prayer and asking

i've been having wonderful conversations with a couple of young missionaries this week.... they don't have all the answers and neither do i ... and THAT is the way it should be.


the last meeting, i was asked to lead a prayer... told 'em... my prayers aren't long... and they're not what others view as a prayer... he said, "that's okay, just speak from your heart."


this is my 'prayer':

i thank You for this day.

amen.

the pain of joy? or the joy of pain?

saw this article in my facebook feed::

the pain of joy on social websites
Diane Colling, an occupational therapist and fertility patient, was scrolling through her Facebook page last week when, once again, she was bombarded by a friend's exuberant broadcast about her pregnancy. "Your daughter will hold your hand for a little while, but will hold your heart for a lifetime," her brother's pregnant girlfriend posted.

"I know it's not meant to hurt, but you feel like you're getting kicked every time you see these," said Colling, 28, who lives in Baltimore County and has been trying to get pregnant since 2006. "I have to unfriend people for a while. If I was smart, I wouldn't go on Facebook anymore, but I'd completely lose connections with family and friends."

while the plight of the subject is sad... the mind set of the subject is heartbreaking.

she saw her misery in the joy of other people.... believe me, you will always fall short with that attitude and magnify your pain to levels that kill the soul.

"keeping up with the jones" --  most people don't see the implications of trying.  you will only see the exterior, not the struggles, not the sacrifices.  you will only see the accomplishments and never know the haunted soul.


what i'm trying to say... when your mind is set on comparing your pain to the joy of another... your pain will block out any possible chance of sharing their joy... you are on a path that will kill your soul.

nor is it wise to compare your joy of the past with your joy of today... let each moment be it's own pleasure... it's own measurement of life and living.

even with your most painful moments... this too shall pass.

dance