Musing Distractions

The muse begs my attention. Other voices of distraction tap, tap, tap me on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir. You're needed somewhere for a terribly urgent, but totally unnecessary, activity right now."

Do take it slower. This beautiful world just keeps getting older.

The overlooked, the broke and turned out, the strangers with egos and no restraint or resources to sustain them are calling. The phone keeps ringing. The knocking at the door never seems to cease. There's only so much of me to go around. I want to help, but can I? Can anyone?

If I disappear, does the dancing charade continue unimpeded? Is it worth stressing over? Maybe that part doesn't matter. While I'm here, let me be here. Let me do all I can, with what I can, while I can.

These people need someone. They need so much that I can hear them calling me with their eyes. Their common voices have long since blended together. It looks like I'm the magic one for now. But how much is left? I wonder.

So long as the song of life is singing, my mind will keep dreaming.

So long as this pulse keeps beating, this heart of hearts will keep bleeding.

Give me all your stunning distractions and haphazard moments, and watch me eat them with my infinite life.

Forward Leaning, Skies Above

Marking each day with vignettes of randomness. Workloads never cease. Must learn to train your trainers. Wondering haphazardly where I'm going so fast. The workdays sap my energy. By nightfall, my mind and body are shot. Exhaustion envelopes me. My conscious mind dreams of dreaming. My aching sense of exhaustion dreams of being momentarily unconscious, asleep, resting, dreaming wildly by the day's end. Is that any way to live?

Along the long walk home, I shuffle past the sidewalk vendors and weave underneath the awnings of the shops and shopkeepers that line the city's side streets. Sometimes I pause at red lights. Sometimes I don't. I look over at my reflection in the storefront windows and linger briefly in momentary amazement at that young man who is moving so intently, whose shoulders are slightly leaning, whose stride is so quick. Where is he going in such a hurry? I wonder if he's bothered to look up at the great expanse of open sky above him.

Smile more. Dreams always. Look up.

~Daniel

Pardon Me Ol'Chap, You Seem To Have "Loud Pockets"

Well this seems pretty interesting. Honestly, I don't any idea what "loud pockets" are, but it certainly sounds intriguing. Plus, the beat is oddly hypnotic.

I wonder if this qualifies as 'crack-head' music. Who knows? Either way, it's definitely catchy. Enjoy folks! Peace. :)

"She Will"....

Currently grooving to this sweet little tune. Dig it.

Lil' Wayne, you've done it again, ol'chappy. Very delicious indeed. Ha! Peace. :)


Lil Wayne feat. Drake - She Will from Adil Farooq on Vimeo.