WHERE THE HOKEY POKEY "IS" WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT

For Crash

Posted over 2 years ago
Human FamilyI note the obvious differencesin the human family.Some of us are serious,some thrive on comedy.Some declare their lives are livedas true profundity,and others claim they really livethe real reality.The variety of our skin tonescan confuse, bemuse, delight,brown and pink and beige and purple,tan and blue and white.I've sailed upon the seven seasand stopped in every land,I've seen the wonders of the worldnot yet one common man.I know ten thousand womencalled Jane and Mary Jane,but I've not seen any twowho really were the same.Mirror twins are differentalthough their features jibe,and lovers think quite different thoughtswhile lying side by side.We love and lose in China,we weep on England's moors,and laugh and moan in Guinea,and thrive on Spanish shores.We seek success in Finland,are born and die in Maine.In minor ways we differ,in major we're the same.I note the obvious differencesbetween each sort and type,but we are more alike, my friends,than we are unalike.We are more alike, my friends,than we are unalike.We are more alike, my friends,than we are unalike.Maya Angelou

Comments (19)

  1. deadmandeadman says Lady If I had tear ducts........
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  2. gympumpkin says Wonderful poem. Very fitting.
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  3. mktackabery says I know you still have some you old sod. thanks gp. I am so friggin' sad right now I don't have words. I have to defer to the greats.
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  4. changling says I'm speechless too chelle but that was a lovely poem&trak...fitting...XXX P
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  5. mickimicki says Michelle, that's beautiful. It's really good to know I'm not crying alone. Nothing like mourning to bring a lost sheep (me) back in the flock (mog). A big hug for you!
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  6. ivylander says Perfect.
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  7. ROCKNROLLPIMP says wonderful so wonderful
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  8. Groon says This is a poem I've held onto to overcome the grief of other's passing. I posted it before on a different post, but I thought it fitting here as well. Against Entropy The worm drives helically through the wood And does not know the dust left in the bore Once made the table integral and good; And suddenly the crystal hits the floor. Electrons find their paths in subtle ways, A massless eddy in a trail of smoke; The names of lovers, light of other days— Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke. The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made. But memory is everything to lose; Although some of the colors have to fade, Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose. Regret, by definition, comes too late; Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate. —John M. Ford
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  9. TBoom says Good thoughts. I was just commenting how "human" Crash' posts and comments seemed to be.
    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  10. The Time Machine says


    Tears...





    Permalink posted 10/22/2007
  11. BorisCollage says I miss him
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  12. goodmusiconly says gulp. :(( lovely and sadly perfect, Michelle. XXX
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  13. glammerhammer says Please.....fill me in......what happened? I've been away from mog and I feel like I must know.......Crash is part of LA and mog and where is he? His love for music and life is why I am on mog....
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  14. glammerhammer says thanks mkt.....It was your post that led me to this news....I have since been reading thu everything......and sobbing......
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  15. Lizziegreeneyes says Hey Sister M... such a lovely tribute ! Here's the poem that always gets me through a loss - specially my Pap's Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good. W.H. Auden
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  16. Scotch says So well put together, Michelle. The ultimate tribute to an artist, is to create more art, which is what you and so many others are doing for Crash. Even if you didn't write either the song or the poem, putting them together is its own art.
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  17. Sam The Artist says turns out, crash was the first person i ever talked to on mog. so sad. and i totally thought i trusted you.
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007
  18. scotfree says yeah, he was one of the first I ever talked to as well. Such diverse interests and living his dream. always entertaining. here's one for ya Crash!
    Permalink posted 10/23/2007

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