NAPKIN WORDS #25 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. IDEAS WITHIN A STROKE
A closed mind always defeats the love of an open
heart. What a strange coexistence causing such
deadly results.

Imagine it this way, how a narrow mind is like
one who, because of diet or sickness, has narrow
arteries.

Instead of causing the heart to flutter upon wings
of joy, the results produce a sudden heart attack.
A narrow mind or arteries is never considered
good concerning others. In either case, it kills
something, instead of curing something!

2. TO TRULY BE
If you wish to be wise with your life, think closely
who you are exactly at this moment in time.

Take away that imaginary who, that one you think
you want to be.

Look at yourself today, in total honesty and try to
understand this moment of you. Are you willing to
take those steps needed to get you where imagined?

Steps in the right direction are far more profitable
to creating a successful reality, then intrigue using
duplicity or the charm of guile!

3. EVERY SO OFTEN
Sometimes we are so afraid for our reputation,
or for being unable or unwilling to face certain
situations, so we tell lies.

There is only one thing to do about this and that
is to tell as few lies as possible.

Famous examples: “The dog ate my homework.”
“The check is in the mail.”
“I have a headache.”
“I was in Viet Nam.”
“I did not inhale.”
“Proof that Iraq has WMA.”

4. VALENTINE’S DAY LOVE
Today, this special day, the heart is not enlarged
in any medical way, yet it understands a magical
wisdom in a very special way.

Particularly should the heart be near to that very
special one, both by thoughts and by actions!

5. HOW ODD AND HUMOROUS IT IS
When we are out in public and with friends, the
noise we make is joyous, friendship celebrating.

When others are out with their friends, making
their noise, it often appears as if they are creating
a disturbance!

GERMINATION BIRTH

Developed in swollen,
rushing sea of
beginnings, I first
discovered that
wisdom of
love

A flimsy craft stretched
harshly against rising
breasts,
painful breaths tore at
sails of my
conception

Arm oars proved useless
in that tunnel of
birth

Journey ended, exiled,
I now ponder passions,
those mysteries
which caused my being


Left me high and dry,
as well as adored.


by Edward Hunter