Talk Is Cheap (Caring Is Expensive)

Re-blog from September 2013 about confidence, betrayal, self-doubt.

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Daylight faded early
With the onset of winter
Self-doubts from deepest
Recesses of the mind, crept
In, under cover of darkness

The only light, came from
A night stand alarm clock
Self-absorption, imploded
Like slow-motion destruction
Of a high-rise building

Meanwhile, miscreants
With cast-iron souls
Shamelessly, self-promoted
Headed over the falls
In leaky boats

Blindsided by fear
He died a little each day
The smile façade
Concealed a grimace
Talk was cheap
Caring was expensive

YOUR DAILY EARWORM & STICKY NOTES

It’s a beautiful day.  I got the most restful sleep in weeks.  Slept so hard–it was difficult to fully awaken.  I’m going to “play” in the yard all day.

That’s not why I’m here.  I need to write something–anything, throw it against the wall and see if it sticks.

Why do I think in terms of song lyrics?  Does anyone else do this?

A neighborhood friend recently traveled to Houston.  Immediately, Dean Martin’s rendition of “Houston” popped into my head.

I haven’t eaten in about a week

I’m so hungry when I walk I squeak

Got a dollar the other day

But the wind blew it away

Going back to Houston…

A blogger friend announced she was leaving for a family island retreat.  Alan Parson’s Project lyrics about an island crept in.

Don’t answer me, stay on your island

Don’t let me in…

Then, there are earworms–related, but different.  Songs, once heard, that stick around all day.

Yesterday, my earworm was quite pleasant–because it was such a fun song.  Why not share?  Here’s your daily earworm.  Hope it’s as much fun for you as it was for me.  Don’t look so sad–because life is not so bad.

Hey what’s a matter you?–Hey

Got-ta no respect–Hey

Why you look-a so sad?–Hey

It’s-a not so bad–Hey

It’s a nice-a place–Hey

A shaddap-a you face!

–Joe Dolci, “Shaddap-a You Face” 

WITH ONE EYE OPENED

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Too much of everything

For an insomniac at 3 AM

Every tick of the clock

Every house creak and crack

Amplified one hundred times over

Bizarre thoughts reigned supreme

Imaginary shadow puppets

From cast light reflections

Led parade marches through

Silhouetted towns and villages

One half of the world gone mad

While the other half–slept

With one eye opened

MORNING DIDN’T CARE

 

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Morning didn’t care
About insomnia
Counting sheep

Morning didn’t care
About emptiness
Anger or pride

Morning didn’t care
About untapped
Potential, lofty goals

Morning didn’t care
About giving up
Or trying too hard

Morning didn’t care
About tomorrow
Or the day before

Morning didn’t care
That it came too soon
Chased away the moon

Morning didn’t care
About win, lose or draw
Morning had seen it all

YOU MAY EXERIENCE SOME DISCOMFORT

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“Hold still–open wider.  You may experience some discomfort.  Raise your hand if the pain becomes unbearable.”  This phrase is used universally, by dentists and doctors, and covers the entire pain spectrum–from little stings to gushing blood.

Last night was stormy, with thunder, lightning, rain and wind.  I was awakened in early morning–around two o’clock.  With insomnia came the specter of brutal honesty.  Too many household tasks remained undone.  I feared my blog was stale–like a fifties sitcom plot.  It reeked of mold, mildew, and smelly gym socks.  If this blog wasn’t here–would anybody care?  My pain was far from unbearable.

If this were a novel or movie, there’d be a turning point.  The main character would have an epiphany.  George Bailey, in “It’s a Wonderful Life,” had his.  Clarence, his guardian angel, came along–all became clear.  Nothing came clear, for me, last night.

Just the opposite happened.  Writer’s block and self-doubt came to stay.  I will attempt to “walk it off” by talking about it.  I’m indebted to the faithful followers of this blog.  They deserve better.  There isn’t a formula to make lightning strike twice.  If there was, I’d reprise Pamela and Alonzo, characters from “Off the Grid.”

Some of my favorite blogs feature recurring characters.  Do you like recurring  blog characters?  Are recurring characters more realistic if portrayed with gut-wrenching agonies?  If that’s true–then Fred Barnes, opinionated, sometimes annoying, Korean War vet with a big heart, and Charles “Skip” Dumas, veteran reporter and columnist for the “Cleveland Daily Times” better beware.  My characters are about to experience some discomfort.

THE LILLIPUTIAN REVOLUTION

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Went to bed, stayed awake
More coffee, a big mistake
Stayed the same, not insane
Got snow, wanted rain
Too beautiful, couldn’t work
Imagination, left on vacation
Electric smokes, stale jokes
Strung along, alone too long
Satisfied millions, couldn’t be wrong
Laugh tracks, y’all come back
PC hyped, stereotyped
Big brains behind banned bulbs
Beanie billionaires, behind bars
Awkward, backward, moved forward
Rumors, lies, duct tape disguises
Tail fins, gin and tonics
Innuendos, and histrionics
Spiffy curmudgeons, played harmonicas
Paraded, in festive, snap-brim yarmulkes
One step away from catastrophe
That’s, just the way, it had to be
It was in the constitution
The new, Lilliputian Revolution

TALK IS CHEAP (CARING IS EXPENSIVE)

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Daylight faded early
With the onset of winter
Self-doubts from deepest
Recesses of the mind, crept
In, under cover of darkness

The only light, came from
A nightstand alarm clock
Self-absorption imploded
Like slow-motion destruction
Of a high-rise building

Meanwhile, miscreants
With cast-iron souls
Shamelessly, self-promoted
With, nothing to promote
Headed over the falls
In leaky boats

Blindsided by fear
He died a little everyday
The smile façade
Concealed a grimace
Talk was cheap
Caring was expensive