What’s your dream? Your passion? Where do you want to be? What are you walking towards? We tied ourselves up inside other people’s ideas Look out at all the other faces in the room If you don’t build your own
You will build one of theirs
What are you building ?
Are you just what you wanted? Are you alright? Do you dream at night? Do the stars shout your name from the sky? —- I run for health I write to kill I kill to write People say we’ve never been here before I don’t have time to stop and compare I’m going somewhere…. I was born I was standing still I wrote about the lonely I wrote about living until our time is up is out But I was there I was putting pieces of my heart together Alone I’m just a broken vessel But I’m strong And here Inside these walls These streets I found my people We are made of love They came to see me They all know me —- We are born Until we are born again We all dream Until we dream out loud We all run… Until time runs out…. —- What is your passion? What is your dream?
What if – We all supported each other What if – Their win isn’t your loss What if- You didn’t cut someone or something down Every time you built something up What if- You wore the shirts The shorts The skirts And Other women didn’t reprimand you What if – Women were celebrated for their accomplishments and not just for marriage- What if they didn’t spend every moment making sure they weren’t tempting men Or acting just right Or under the microscope of everything What if we all could just discuss and compromise on politics and ideas What if We’ve been duped into believing in a win lose Good guy Bad guy Good wife Bad wife Good girl Bad girl —-/ What if there are none of these things ? There’s just you and me us Right here In small towns Big cities One life Fighting Editing each other When we could be coming together Building eachother up Winning And helping those coming up next To do the same —— What if You crushed your goals You wore the shirts The skirts The clothes The shoes The look You did what made you happy Really Really happy And you were great at it. You can You don’t have to settle for one hour every few weeks with your person You don’t have to chase things That make you miserable And you don’t have to defend yourself You don’t have to make excuses You are valid If you want something more You deserve something more You don’t have to wait for permission
Go be you And celebrate you Your wins Your accomplishments And notice those around you when they win And celebrate them too. I believe we all can win. And why shouldn’t we? What else is there? -Regardingsamuel.com
You are not some Force to be dealt with You are flesh and bone Stardust I cannot lie I have to stop Just so I can look back And We will learn what it is to be human Some days we’ll live Some days we’ll laugh Others we’ll cry
Sometimes I’m weak
Sometimes I’m strong
Others I just barely have enough
We will live to lose all the love we’ve held….
So I hope you understand After our kiss and long good byes I will always – always – look back -Regardingsamuel.com
You don’t need me for this one… But I was thinking about it And I kept thinking about it This weekend as I was observing people and listening to their stories and conversations …
I saw how often we apologise Or explain ourselves….
So here we are… This is not a poem about 2020 Because, I don’t have to tell you, we won’t always be here, our lives move far beyond this year… This is about you… You don’t have to explain yourself You don’t have to make excuses, You are not a poem Your body does not fit inside the margins You are not a school dress code You are a woman And you can stand for equality And still wear makeup Or don’t You are still a woman You can start your own business You can wear lingerie and lipstick only for your partner Because it turns them on And still stand for equality
Have sex when you want
Lose your virginity when you want
Wear the dress, the shorts,
Because it makes you feel good
It doesn’t make you any less You can work out just for you You can date a girl You can dress up or dress down And you can do whatever you want and whatever makes you feel good about yourself Do it for you… You don’t need me to write this poem, I know that, but I grew up with sisters and all of my best friends were women And I just noticed how we often hesitate and feel ashamed about ourselves,and feel like we are not doing our best…and we are not authentic somehow… But the truth is … You don’t have to be the same person you were five years ago Or two minutes ago And the same things may not even turn you on … The same clothes The same food The same job You can change You can grow That’s what life is Even Nora Ephron said, You may write down today That you are a mother And five years from now Write down that you are a writer … So remember Being a feminist Standing for equality Being a human Does not have to look a certain way … You are more than all of those receipts and labels … You are more than this poem … You are – You- a woman- a life – a piece of the universe – walking among us…
If you want to really know the difference between a cat and a dog. Adopt both.
Just close your eyes and get in there.
What’s the worst that could happen. It’s not like they’re going to be different… and if they are? It’s not going to be a big deal.
I’m lucky, France is very much like a dog. He wrestled with Simon, he lays around a lot…when it was just me and him for a few months, he was there every day. Checking on me to make sure I was still employed so I could buy him snacks
But there are differences,
When I go to bed
Simon is usually already asleep.
Under his blanket, and sheet, with his pillow, because he’s lame and spoiled.
France stops and looks in the door, I tell him goodnight, call him, he just sits there, I give up and say, “good night bud, let’s go to bed, or don’t, I don’t care, you’re a cat, do what you want.”
30 minutes later. When I’m drifting off to sleep? He jumps on the bed, “ I have decided! To ask about your day.”
Later, around 3 am he starts his olympics…jumping from the corners of the bed and launching into oblivion.
I get up around this time every day…Simon? He doesn’t start his day until 10:30 am every day. He doesn’t even say good bye anymore.
So there are big, tiny little differences.
Simons favourite food is sandwiches
Francis is convinced he enjoys coffee and alcohol. He’s probably a smoker too. But he’d never admit it to me.
Adopt a cat, adopt a dog. They’re good for you. You can walk one and stay healthy, outside.
While the other regularly criticises you on all the things you’re most sensitive about, which keeps your ego in check.
It’s a pretty good arrangement, Simon is down for whatever is the mood. Naps, movies, guitar, reading, walks.
Francis is very selective. He watches the X Files and documentaries.
Simon lives for meeting people and friends. He forgets no one.
Francis is selective, again reminding us that if you’ve met a cat and still don’t understand consent, then I don’t know what to tell you.
Will they help you write?
That remains to be seen.
Simon: Wait! you’re a writer?
Francis: I’ve never seen you write!
Ethan: I have a website
Francis: I thought that was just a really sad inspirational essays thing. (Waves paws) I didn’t know it was permanent.
I’ve been carrying this weight…this image…of a future.
Have a flare up when I feel something like this move through me…
Bobby Kennedy was assassinated on this June day 1968
I think it’s like James Baldwin said…
We easily forget how young everyone was then…
He met with Lorraine Hansberry and Baldwin in 1963
Kennedy was only 38.
Lorraine would of course die at the age of 34… and Kennedy would be assassinated just 5 years later at the age of 43.
The Kennedys were appalled at the living conditions of black Americans. They were young and changing their minds about things. But like James said, this was the cost of segregation, it was a Great Wall between us. You never REALLY got to know eachother.
And you didn’t feel that you had a place set for you at the table for the American dream. You were an opportunity a pawn but you were not really represented. If you rose up and talked like white men you were dangerous.
A friend of mine wrote me and reflected that same emotion. That she always pretended we were the same but she’s afraid we are really not.
It’s not a race issue
It’s an apathy issue
We don’t want to know or see or hear.
We want the horrors to stay over there.
We are all brothers and sisters
But we are so comfortable I don’t know that we would even be moved anymore…
Maybe we really do struggle with a mental fear, while black Americans live in the reality. The reality that these horrors are daily events and just a step away.
And he changed his mind
He moved in those directions.
I’m going to be 31 this year
I’m thinking about the youthfulness of these people…
I’m thinking about their ability to hold ideas
I’m thinking about all of the people and the youth we have already lost…
“If I can give you any advice, it’s this: every hour that you spend sat on the couch doing nothing, put it to good use, because when you have kids, an hour is like a lifetime.“
“I had a stylist once. She was called mum and when I got to about 11 she got the sack. So no, I don’t have a stylist, and I find people that do have stylists – they’re just squares… Rock stars shouldn’t have stylists. I think it says a lot about you when you have one. You’ve given up. If you can’t dress yourself what are you?”
“Even then I felt that it was the end of something rather than the beginning. It was the pre-digital age. It was the pre-talent show-reality tv age.
Things meant more.
It was just a great time to be alive.
We were about to enter into celebrity driven culture. And I’ve always thought that it was the last great gathering of the people before the birth of the internet. It’s no coincidence that things like that don’t happen anymore. 20 years ago The biggest musical phenomenon was a band that came from council estate, I just think in the times that we live, it would be unrepeatable. And we should be worried about that. Because where’s it going to be, 20 years from now? ”
– Noel Gallagher – Oasis Supersonic The Documentary.
On playing knebworth ’96 where 2.6 million people applied for tickets, 4% of the population.
James Bond Theme
“I would do it if I was asked. I would do it in a heartbeat. I could do it and it would be great, but I’m not a star and for that you have to be a big star. You have to be someone in America.”
“We were the first people to come out and say, “The world’s a great place, life is for living. Forget grunge music. Get a pint of Guinness down your neck, and pick that guitar up.”
“You can’t afford to think about what might have been. You just be aware of what is.”
“My first instinct when I write songs is not a negative one. It’s something positive… Everything I’ve ever done has some form of hope in it, I think.”
“You’ve just got to trust your instincts and realize that you can’t please all the people all the time. You’ve got to please yourself ultimately in the end.”
“Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
1. I know it hurts. I know it feels Overwhelming, right here, this year, that storm, this virus, your heart, past love, tomorrows horizon.
I remember the woods. The cold concrete floors. The bear. The deer. The mountain lion.
2. This is where I learned how to read.
3. Everyone has a childhood. Everyone has something they get over.
Remember you can remain solid and still grow, still change. You can move in and out from this. It’s a dance,
There’s room for you to grow into yourself. Light shines brighter in the dark.
Look back, see how far you’ve come. Only compare yourself to yourself.
It’s quiet, in the mornings…
I think about the time we danced in the kitchen, drinking coffee…