Monday, December 16, 2013

we are alright

there is a reason i stay up at night
long past the time the world's asleep
beyond the suffering i feel
and promises i meant to keep
the memories still call to me
from deeper than the words can say
but simpler still is why i'm here
the reason i hear music play

cuz i feel lonely as the night moves on
wanting to share more when everyone is gone
watching imaginary friends on tv
pretending somehow they are family

cuz i am lonely as the night gets dark
wanting to love someone is not just a lark
it may be nothing more than a dream in the end
a shared illusion with an honest friend

but if you only dream your dreams in bed asleep
they may survive
but they cannot come alive

so here's the reason i fight sleep at night
sleep does not help me wake up any less alone
the world is in agony so full of cruelty
insensitivity is not a way i want to call my own

so i feel lonely as the night comes down
wanting to help someone know we are alright
humanity just needs to stop being so afraid
so we can keep the best promises we've made

when i am lonely as the night moves on
hope is the one thing that is never gone
it may be nothing more than a dream in the end
a shared illusion with an honest friend

but if you only dream your dreams in bed asleep
they may survive
but they cannot come alive

see with your eyes
hold someone's hand
share honest love
show you understand
we're all the same
deep in the night
looking for love
and a light
that tells us
we are alright
we are alright
we are alright

we are alright

Sunday, December 1, 2013

proof? (you find what you are looking for)

are you looking for proof
that nobody cares
because nobody has
up 'till now?

are you looking for proof
that nobody dares
overcome the fear
to learn how?

to love and to trust
unconditionally
to be innocent
honestly

are you looking for proof
that nobody cares
because you are afraid
nobody does?

are you looking for proof
that nobody cares
because you are afraid
to just pause

to love and to trust
unconditionally
to be innocent
honestly


are you so afraid
to believe someone could
that you look for proof
no one cares?

are you just too tired
to go on believing
someone can be
without being deceiving?

are you looking for proof
that nobody cares
or are you looking
for something more?

it's important to ask
it's important to know
cuz you find what you are looking for

you find what you are looking for

you find what you are looking for

Thursday, November 14, 2013

who is your moriarty?

everybody has one, even if we never know, everybody has one, we can think it doesn't show, but it shows and shows and shows and even if we never know... who is your moriarty?... who is your nemesis, the spy who loved you... the victim of your poison kiss, the one who owned you... the one for whom you sold your soul, who is your moriarty?... the only one who can make you whole...

and you think got over it, you got over it like the sail gets over the wind, you got over it, way over it, like the saint who says he never sinned, you got over it, so way over it, like the white man loved the indians, you got over it, easy over it, like the answer to when life begins... so sure, we're all so sure, we disagree, we all agree we disagree, the ways of the people are gone and we all carry on... the ways of the people are gone, and we all carry on...

until the end of time, that was the promise of your rhyme... until the end of time, you don't have to remember, it's your history... until the end of time, that was the method of the crime... until the end of time, the truth is there for posterity, for eternity, for all to see who can see...

everybody has one, the secret we never tell, everybody has one, even if it doesn't sell, it still sells and sells and sells and even if we never tell... who is your moriarty?... who is your babylon. the love of your love... the one you never understood, but always wanted... the one to whom you gave your all, who is your moriarty?... the only one who can make you fall...

the one you would die for, the one you live for, the reason you carry on, the one who haunts you, the one who taunts you, even when all hope is gone, the one you run to when you dream of love in the middle of the night, the one who killed you, the one who saves you, the one you want to be your light... your moriarty... the one who greys the black and white... your moriarty... the voice you want to hear say your last good night...

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

pushing the limits again

come on man, is this really what it's all about?... like who cares? when it really matters?... when i want to collapse and lean on someone, the ain't no bill withers around to be the sunshine of my life (oh stevie, be my wonder, be my nicks, beautiful child, and i don't mean wacko, yacko, and dot, but cute is good too, especially when it is adorable... or looks like, taste like mila kunis, right number five?... narf)...

seven out of ten will get you some bed time, though not necessarily contact...

i said narf!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

words

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

it started out with words
and became so many songs you never heard
heard

missing your potential

and mine

Saturday, November 2, 2013

do hornets like donuts?

i mean, if that does not bring us back to the title of this blog, like what might?... and just to rub it in even more, i find the four words poised in a comment in my daily blog inspiring a series of rhyming responses from me as if i was still the little kid writing daily rhymes about this and that and the other thing (and love, don't forget love) and that, dear whomever finally stumbles across this writing space, is the true irony of the title of this blog... and so it goes, and so it goes, and even billy joel never knows... oh really?... yup, really lol lam laa la la la :}

sigh?... the query, as in the question mark, is not so much an interrogatory about the word itself, as if i required some reassurance or permission to sigh... it is a poser to anyone anywhere that asks if anyone else sees or feels or experiences the sigh that came after the la la la in the previous paragraph whether it was merely observing mine (or even maybe kinda sorta understanding mine just a bit?) or whether it was experiencing your very own sigh from within yourself for reasons beyond the words you read...

so ego just had to announce the four stanza comment response (maybe even tribute, aye?) from the daily you might never know existed if i did not slip a link in now and then and even then, you may never care to click and know more than the words here and even then, you may not care to comprehend a word in this post or blog or the news you read today oh boy and you may never know that nobody beats the beatles, but all that is besides the point that nobody noticed the previous entry which steps boldly into the light of proof that the answer, my non-existent friends (who may actually exist but just have not appeared), is not merely blowing in the wind, but is actually, ummmm, not really...

and as yacko and dot accompany wacko off into a finely drawn sunset i join in the singing of the toon national anthem and bid you a fond adieu... and to yeu and yeu and yeu teu... too, even :)

it's not always narf, but the answer is... i do :)

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

dear john (wednesday morning at 3am)

wow, just look at the time, is this ironic, coincidence or are we just so dense we don't see what is obviously the connectivity of everything and more, are we just afraid to feel this sure...

dear john
won't you come out to play

hey hey hey

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

oh really?

i left this hear to see if anyone noticed, and also, you know, to see if anyone cared... might as well take drugs, the hypocrisy of our times, play the game right and you get a prescription, play by yourself and you can get arrested, shoulda been a doctor, aye?... might as well get faith in something beyond reason, the hypocrisy of our times, play the game right and you're called a saint, play by yourself and you can be killed, shoulda been a priest, aye?... there are people in control because they play the game... not because they deserve it... not because they have earned it... not because they know anything more than you... do... but just because they play the game, might as well get a clue... play the game if you want to... play the game and you'll fit in... play the game if you think you've got to... hey, you might even win...

or you can become yourself and let your life begin...

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

it's up to you

if you think nobody cares
do you?
what if nobody cared?
would you not care too?
and when you don't care
how does it effect you?
if you don't care
you don't matter
but you're not through

cuz you can care again
it's up to you
you can decide not to give up
you can shine through

you can care again
it's up to you
don't empower fear
don't just disappear
you are what you share
you are what you do
so do something
and be something
it's up to you

sometimes i just want to give up
hope seems to hard to find
i feel blind as i look around
the world appear so unkind

people are fighting
children are starving
families going to war
and even when i think i want to care
i don't know what for

something is wrong
something is wrong
something is wrong
something is wrong

someone remind me
someone please find me
are you behind me
singing this song

you can care again
it's up to you
you can decide not to give up
you can shine through

you can care again
it's up to you
don't empower fear
don't just disappear
you are what you share
you are what you do
so do something
and be something
it's up to you

do something to inspire a smile
and be something that is worthwhile
you are what you do
you can shine through
it's up to you

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

maybe it's the heat

long days of summer
why do they call them dog days?
some feel like bump on a log days
like nobody cares so why should i?

lazy heat of summer
siestas seem like all we want to do
but somewhere inside
i still want to care
don't you?

hot nights of summer
still with air conditioning
sheets still get wet with sweat
doing a lot of indoor lingering

humid heat of summer
nothing seems to be all we want to do
but somewhere inside
i still want to care
and i hope you do too

can we share some motivation
activation
sweet sensation

get our bodies moving some more
out the door
it's cooler by the sea shore

can we get some inspiration
excitation
sweet salvation

get our energy levels up
fill our cup
can we get a yup? yup yup

sweet scents of summer
get back to the great outdoors
tune in with your own nature
thrive on being wet, being wet, being wet

so much life in summer
life is bursting out from everywhere
but somewhere inside
i still want to care
you still want to care

so much life in summer
feel the life shining in you
somewhere deep inside
i still want to care
and i hope you do too

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

it's a question that comes up now and then

who cares, you know,
it's a question that comes up now and then
more often these days
or maybe that's just how it seems
the older we get
the harder it is to see our dreams
and i am wondering
do we let go or just stop holding on?
who cares, you know?
just when we get here our dreams are gone

who cares, you know,
it's a question that comes up now and then
more often these days
or maybe that's just how it feels
the older we get
the harder it is to be real
and i am wondering
do we get turned off or just stop turning on?
who cares, you know?
we're born, we live, then suddenly, we're gone

who cares, you know,
it's a question that comes up now and then
who cares, you know,
i don't care if we ask it once again

...

Sunday, June 16, 2013

humanity (what are you doing?)

who cares, really
sometimes i wonder
for sometimes it seems like
no one really cares

who cares, really
is humanity
just a word to describe
no one really cares?

as children are dying
what are you doing?
are you sending bullets
to help them die?
to watch them die?
do you close your eyes?

as children are starving
what are you doing?
are you filling garbage dumps
fifty feet high?
a hundred feet high?
a thousand feet high?

who cares, really
sometimes i wonder
for sometimes it seems like
no one really cares

who cares, really
is humanity
just a word to describe
no one really cares?

is this god's will?
than man shall kill?
and rape the land?
and plunder his fellow man?

and when you pray?
do you mean what you say?
are you pround of everything
you did today?

did you help kill anyone today?

as children are dying
what are you doing?
are you sending weapons
to help them die?
to watch them die?
do you close your eyes?

who pays for the killing?
who waves the flag?
are you so willing?...
to be a drag?

as children are starving
what are you doing?
are you filling buffet plates
two inches high?
four inches high?
six inches high?

who cares, really
sometimes i wonder
for sometimes it seems like
no one really cares

who cares, really
is humanity
just a word to describe
no one really cares?

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

sing (i just wanna save the world)

people are coming and going
rushing somewhere all the time
how many of them are knowing
why

people pass by out my window
pushing on to get ahead
always the same where they end up
dead

don't let me bring you down now
life is a beautiful thing
i just wish you stopped to notice
sing

oh sing from your heart
and tell me your life
tell me your dreams
and how you really feel

oh sing from your soul
and tell me your story
what really matters
and what is real

people are standing in doorways
hiding from the sun or rain
how many of you are hiding
pain

people are standing in shadows
watching the games others play
how many of you are lonely
today

don't let me bring you down now
i just want to give you hope
a hand if you are falling
rope

people there is something better
than chasing material dreams
rushing past what really matters
you miss the point of life, it seems

you know you take nothing with you
when your time comes and you must go
so what do you do to define you
when you're gone, how will we know?

don't let me bring you down now
i just want you to mean something
take this moment to matter
sing

oh sing from your heart
and tell me your life
tell me your dreams
and how you really feel

oh sing from your soul
and tell me your story
what really matters
and what is real

Saturday, April 6, 2013

kinda glad

and the music leads me to remember amidst the bliss of the celebration of life and being in the moment, some things are missing... it has been so long since the child inside was set free to come out to play without any set rules or inhibitions, i mean completely free of self-consciousness in the pure innocence only the child knows and can actualize... and it has been even longer since someone cared enough to help give the child that freedom for a while, a day, an hour, a moment, by being 'parent' or best friend and pulling the child back from the edge if we bounced too close to upsetting the grown up world... so long since the unconditional trust was actualized... so long since the child took the wheel and let go of all the fears and inhibitions... so long since the letting go... and still, i am what i am...

and knowing this and remembering, that is proof that there is still hope for the sharing to happen again and the child smiles and can come out to play as his(her) own parent, alone and lonely and still, free to be, you and me, being honestly, gently, carefully, not with inhibition or fear, but with love and care... for until someone else understands the magic of shared unconditional trust and honest love actualized, the child can lean on me... in reality...

glad, actually...


more anika

Friday, March 29, 2013

why else survive?


in the afterblog, i wonder why i continue the daily ritual of sharing every little thing in the hope someone cares and someday someone will find me here or there... keeping hope alive... why else survive?...



Tuesday, March 19, 2013

obviously

sometimes frustrastion leads to foolish games played on one's self (i know, i play myself all the time) and it becomes ridiculous drama that remains unexplained to protect the innocent... alas, as the innocent pull me under...

will all the giving ever result in satisfaction?...

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

why bother?

i've been caring without thinking forever
it was instinct from the start in this life
and the sensitivity reaches for infinity
and sometimes it can cut just like a knife

but i care anyway and i don't need a reason
because caring is the feeling that i love

even when it hurts because someone takes advantage
even when it hurts because nobody shares
even when it hurts because the whole world turns away
i'm the one who cares, who cares, who cares...

could be pathetic from a certain point of view
could be kind of crazy with a certain kind of smile
could be insane when the whole world lies to you
could be a reason to walk a final mile

but i care anyway and i don't need a reason
because caring is the feeling that i love

even when it hurts...

will you care, will you care
can you tell me why?
will you care, will you care
(how blue is your sky?)
what color is your sky?

Friday, February 8, 2013

did nietzsche care?

did nietzsche care?... why else would he share?... just to hear himself talk, to see himself in words, to stroke his own ego, or just for the birds - was he aware?... i want to know, did nietzsche care?...

and how about gibran, what do you think... was he mad or just a victim of ink?... it seems to me to self proclaim you are a prophet might be a mind game... was he aware?... i want to know, did gibran care?...

and what about you?... do you care?... do you get off more on love or more on fear?... are you more on or off, are you aware?... i want to know, do you care?...

that is why i am leaving these words right here...

Sunday, January 27, 2013

caring till it hurts

can caring hurt?... is it just perspective?... what then when caring for impossible objectives?... for children starving in a world where garbage fills the streets... for children dying during wars they had no hand in causing... for people used and then discarded so rich men can pad their seats... dare we care enough to ask, is it time for a pausing?... a pause to reflect on the state of humanity - where is humanity?... oh say can you see humanity's humanity?...

caring till it hurts, when common sense says stop - when it will hurt the bottom line, and put you out of work - are you a jerk - caring till it hurts?...

caring till it hurts, when all look the other way - when you will be attacked for point out the dirt - what is it worth? - caring till it hurts...

when you are black balled for trying to do good - do you wonder if you should - still do good?... when you are ostracized for trying to speak truth - do you wonder risk dying - to speak truth?... when you are undermined and challenged for your every imperfection and placed under a microscope for your every objection and ridiculed and condemned as a fool or even evil, will you relent, will you repent, to prevent your upheaval?...

how far will you go to prove you care?... is that the same as asking - how much you do care?... how much do you care?... and when it hurts - how much do you care?...

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

not really magic

there is a man in Europe with so much more to give
giving into the limits of life he's forced to live
and sadder than the routine life and dreams he's left behind
is he seems to have forgotten the magic in his mind

there is a woman in Canada with so much more to share
giving into the limits of life she's forced to bear
and sadder than the routine life and dreams she's left behind
is she seems to have forgotten the magic in her mind

there is a California girl with so much more ahead
giving into the limits of life lingered in bed
and sadder than the routine life and dreams he's left behind
is she seems to have forgotten the magic in her mind

there are friends who live apart and seem to forget
the magic in their hearts when they live without regrets
there are friends near and far who do not keep in touch
they give up the magic that we all need so much

the magic of memories
the magic of love
the magic of who we are
when we rise above
the fears of trusting
the fears of ends
to share the magic of caring
and being friends

and the past can tear us down if we see only the pain
and this life can drown us in sorrow if we hate the rain
and we can be forgotten old books on dusty shelves
if we give up hope and believe in ourselves

the secret to happiness is not always success
the secret of happiness can be found in a mess
the magic in the mind is giving hope the power
to inspire you to not give up in your darkest hour

there is a man in the USA with so much more to give
giving in to the limits of life he's forced to live
and sadder than the routine life and dreams he does not share
is he knows it's his choice to forget how to care

there are friends who live apart and seem to forget
the magic in their hearts when they live without regrets
there are friends near and far who do not keep in touch
they give up the magic that we all need so much

the magic of memories
the magic of love
the magic of who we are
when we rise above
the fears of hurting
the fears of ends
to share the magic of hope
that remembers friends

but it's not really magic
it is real and true
a power within us
in me and in you
it is power to change things
and power we can share
and power to do something
to show that we care

and share the power of hope
that overcomes all strife
and share the power of hope
that brings us back to life
to share, to care,
to be well, to be aware
to overcome the fears
and accept the ends
as chances to begin again
and
chances to make new friends

we can see so much more than the ends
see the chances to begin again
dear friends
please see the chances to begin again
and take the chances to begin again