Things That Make You Go Hmmm....

Okay, so I realize that I haven't posted much lately.  Sorry for that, but I'm trying to get some things together, before the holidays.  The blog will be back in full swing soon.  But after watching this video, I had to post it. Some things just defy all levels of what-the-fuck (and if what-the-fuck is not a standard English noun, this video shows moments where it is strongly needed as one).



Lmao....I wonder if this says less about the performer in the video, or the actual song?

the Rare Poet

Feel Good Music, Dec. 11, 2010: The Originals

Some artists make you appreciate their uniqueness.  They have distinct sounds that make them like no other.  This playlist is dedicated to them. 

Enjoy the music!

the Rare Poet

Theme Song of the Day, Dec. 11, 2010

Kid Cudi --- Pursuit of Happiness


Today, I'm in a bit of a mood.  I've personally seen the effects of trying, but feeling like it's never making a difference.  Feeling pushed against the wall or backed into a corner.  It makes you want to give up.  Quitting seems like the best option.  But I'm also sick of retreating back to my little slab of nothing, surrender flag drooping in my hand.  So, I keep fighting.  And I hope you keep fighting too.  And you.  And you.  And you, too.

This one's for everybody, who ever wanted to say "fuck this shit", but you didn't because what you're chasing is a little bit bigger than you imagined.  Here's to the pursuit.

the Rare Poet

Theme Song of the Day, Dec. 10, 2010

Incubus --- Wish You Were Here

We've all gone through the moments when missing someone important in our life starts to take a toll.

This song is dedicated to casting aside those burdens, enjoying life's little moments, and happily thinking of the next time you'll see that someone again.

So scream it out: I wish you were here!!!

the Rare Poet

Just a Bit of My Thoughts

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growing up, my daddy was always there
I didn’t have to cry about seeing him next week
no tear drops hitting the ground
like mile markers, or screams of his name
filling the distancing air
he was there
I never once thought
to hug a bit harder, or squeeze a bit tighter
leave a trembling hand
tracing his beard at night while I slept
out of fear that he might
disappear
his bed was a mere ten feet from mine
not a second city
a separate home
no adequate space for loneliness to roam
I was lucky
he was there
which is why it hits me kind of hard
when mine reaches, tiny arms
that only want to take daddy along
but the space remains empty
the tears continue to fall
and all I can say is
“baby, please
don’t cry…I’ll see you again
next time.”

the seconds create pain