Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Ring That More Baby, House Like Another Cash Gone Child

Haha Omg!  Thanks so much for the responses :)  You're all so kind, lol.
So I was reading today out of Stephen Hawking's, The Grand Design, and I'm only on chapter 3 but it started like this:

"A few years ago the city of Monza, Italy, barred pet owners from keeping goldfrish in curved goldfrish bowls.  The measure's sponsor explained the measure in part by saying that it is cruel to keep a frish in a bowl with curved sides because, gazing out, the frish would have a distorted view of reality.  But how do we know we have the true, undistorted picture or reality?  Might not we ourselves also be inside some big goldfrish bowl and have our vision distorted by an enormous lens?  The goldfrish's picture of reality is different from ours, but can we be sure it's less real?"

And it got me thinking... but I want to hear what you think.  Because everybody's views are different, and that's sort of the whole point.  Are we personal realities?  Or are we subject to Objective Reality.  Could they CoExist?  Anywho.  That's what I love about Stephen Hawking, because I open his book and only get one paragraph in :]

So I was thinking about that instead of writing a poem~  But here's one I wrote a long time ago, for my dad <3<3<3


A Ring, a ring, the song that she sings, but the tune turns into demands,
Not That, not that, can't run from the fact, that it's time to become a man.

Some More, some more, it's becoming a chore, and now she wants no protection,
A Baby, a baby, or Lord can you save me?  My choices could use some correction.

A House, a house, for me and my spouse, and also our brand new daughter,
I Like, I like, a family's alright, and I'm making a decent father.

Another, another, she finds a new lover, and leaves me for a prettier man,
My Cash, my cash, judge says she gets half.  Was this all just her master plan?

She's Gone, she's gone, took my ring to the pawn, forget all the times that we had,
My Child, my child, haven't seen in awhile, and she's calling another man dad.

14 comments:

  1. If distorted realities were illegal, Fox news wouldn't be broadcasting :3

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  2. chicks read stephen hawkings?

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  3. we each make our realities in an objective way.

    people say that is not true because we all share the common denominators. but there are always truths within lies.

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  4. @interesting perspective there skinned sheep, i just posted.. well last night really, i posted the Malkavian Vampires that are insane, but within their madness the receive hidden truths or insight on the world, you could say they see the world trough a frish glass as you say. Also schizophrenics i think see the world in another perspective, or other truths. who knows but its interesting stuff.

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  5. Loved the poem, and the Hawking bit got my brain all borked. It makes a lot of sense, but the realist in me wants to say "who cares? it's a fish..."

    I dunno on that one. I'll have to meditate on this one.

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  6. love the stephen hawking bit. nice theorys right there

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  7. I really liked your: even though it seemed a bit sad. I could tell that she definitely wrote it completely from the heart, and the rhythm that you built with the wording was extremely well done too!

    I see you are just starting out, but I like what I see so far. Keep posting every day and I will continue to follow you! Pura Vida from Costa Rica!

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  8. Not bad at all, despite the sad ending!

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  9. You have me thinking now! Cheers

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  10. Wow, I really like your blog. Good stuff and I can see that you doesn't just copy your texts from internet! Following. :)

    I hope you also check my blog and follow/like it! :P

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