Not The Place To Be

There are two types of horse racing.   Thoroughbred racing where the jockey rides on top of the horse and Harness racing where the driver sits on a two wheel buggy only a few feet behind the horse, which is definitely not the place to be when the horse breaks wind.

Freedom - a poem

Time relentless and unyielding
Ceaselessly aging all in it's way
Fate steadfast patiently waiting
For all things to come into play
Cards dealt to you are remaining
So call, raise or just walk away

Life in the Slow Lane.

  I am now old enough to appreciate life in the slow lane
  Bumper sticker for my car
" I'm old and driving to my grave so I'm in no hurry"

Obscure Random Thoughts - a poem

Smoke Mirrors Reflections
Reality Buried In Illusions
Sanity Warped By Perceptions
Dimensions Change Conclusions
Till All That Remains Just
Obscure  Random Thoughts

Scotch Whiskey & Caber Tossing

The Scots produce the finest single malted Scotch whiskey..
They have a sport  in Scotland called caber tossing where a man lifts a wooden pole that is over 19 feet tall and weighs about 175 lbs grabs it with his hands standing it upright and then runs and tosses it. 
I think there may be a connection between the consumption of Scotch Whiskey and Caber Tossing.

At the Crossroads - a thought

I asked a  rich man in a limousine "Where I was."
He said "In his way, move"
Asked a guy in a old pickup and he said
"About 7 miles down the road from the beer store."
Asked a preacher and he said
 "About halfway between Heaven and Hell"
Asked a guy with a gps and he told me
 "According to his device I was in the middle of nowhere"

Balance

Earth spinning certifical force should throw us into space
But the earth's gravity force causes us to remain in place
We breathe oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide
Plants breathe carbon dioxide and create oxygen

Everything seems to be balanced

To Blog Or Not To Blog

To blog or not to blog that is the question
Whether it be nobler to remain silient and unwritten
Or to blog and suffer the slings and arrows of those who find your material  objectionable

A wise man once said "It is better to remain silient and be thought a fool than to speak and be known a fool."

I take comfort in knowing I will be the only one reading this and I already know I am a fool.

Enlightenment - a poem

    The veil of darkness surrounds me
    In the far distance appeared a faint light
    Perhaps it would hold the elusive key
    That will unlock the mystery of the night
    I approached the light thinking a Godsent
    Realizing too late that it had turned very bright
    I was blinded by it, too much enlightenment