NAPKIN WORDS #26 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. HISTORY
One of the greatest reasons we all should be kind
to those who serve us today, is that someday in
the future, as has been chronicled throughout time,
we may be the ones who by force, must serve
others.

Always be kind, it has proven to be a true benefit
to so many through those many dark times of
history!

2. MUSICAL BIRTHRIGHT
We are so many notes, each beautiful and
different, we are great masterworks, we
wondrous beings called humanity!

3. EASY TO SAY – IMPOSSIBLE TO DO
Better to understand time, with its many new
aches, pains here and there, sometimes they
are everywhere, then try to avoid its wisdom
by taking pills to cure the aches of growing
older.

By the way, has anyone seen my medicine, and
where the hell are my sleeping pills that also
ease my toothache, back pain, arthritic joints?

4. UPON THE BLACKBOARD OF LIFE
Tears and laughter are great teachers!

5. DEMAND OF A WISE LIFE
You have withstood the storms, those angry times
of growing in stages from first smile of youth to a
now ancient grin,

Now, with the aches of time, with the laughter of
memory, now ask for and demand, the beach, and
sand, a place in the sun so you can unwind!

6. THE WAY TO HOLD WATER
One would think that with all the knowledge
and precautions, none of us from the modern
world would ever get stuck in a sun frying sand
desert, yet it happens often, in deserts around the
world.

Now some would curl their fingers into tight fists
of anger, others might clasp their hands in prayer.

Here is the important part, if it should ever be
you in the desert, dying of thirst:

Should it rain ever so slightly, you must cup your
hands and catch what you can. The praying hands
are good for some situations, the tight fist for
others, but at this moment of your time, I would
suggest you keep your mouth open and cup your
hands. This way you can sate your thirst best.

There are always odd situations in life where you
must think fast, you must instantly be prepared!

HARBINGER

There is this darkest valley, buried deep within

brightest

sunlit canyons of a phantom sorrow, sheltering

survivors bathing in flowing tears of

humanity.


Wilting wild those skins of flowers, of passions budding

shadows hushed and afraid, telling of a beauty,

a seeking, yet never truly knowing what might be

found.


For great discoveries remain soundless, as our futures

are asked over and over, of those puzzled times when

silence is all, just memories awaiting a step,

departures dethroning each adjustment of

time.

by Edward Hunter