Afterhours Musings!

Lofty Observations
the cars come and go
beneath my gaze from above
without permission.

Thoughts to Myself
the silence my kin
alone is my fortitude
solace my own peace.

Morning Dove T.A.P.S.
Morning dove watching
Peace surrounded by unrest
Mate dead on the ground.

Here comes the weekend....

The Beginning always ends...
Isnt it odd that we begin things over and over and think that they wont change. The beginning always ends and the new is only new once; then briefly after that. After the beginning and the new have gone; is there anything of quality remaining?

Say, I have a new song that goes like the old B-I-N-G-O song.

chorus:
Capital I-M-U-S
Capital I-M-U-S
Capital I-M-U-S
Imus was his name oh!

Catchy isn't it. I bet you want to hear the rest too. ...well you can't