NAPKIN WORDS #53 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. AN OLD SAILOR TERM
Whenever anyone tells another that they are,
“Three Sheets To The Wind,” what they are
really saying is that person is about to fall
over from being drunk.

The three sheets were referring to ropes that
held down sails. If those ropes were loose or
broken, a sailing ship would flounder all over
if it were caught in a storm.

You can look it up, I did!

2. WHEN YOU EMBELLISH
Smiles are instantaneous decorations of the face!

3. THE WHO OF YOU
Never be afraid to be different.

Be afraid to be afraid.

That is what makes the difference in who
you are!

4. FABRICATING THE PATH
Sadness is always part of the construction material.

It is up to you to insure that it is not used as the
main material building your road of life!

5. REMEMBERING THE TITANIC
It is always accidents at sea that tells of a great
ship, never advertisement for that ship!

6. LOOK AND LEARN FROM HUBRIS
There, where great empires once ruled, now lies
ruins.

Study what you see as to why it was built, and you
shall learn reasons why it now stands in ruin!

7. LEGAL UNDERSTANDING
Immunity sees felony as eyelids.

It always covers what the eyes really saw!

8. LIFE WELL DONE
No matter what you do, you cannot misuse
life if you live fully and within the law.

You might need aspirins, but that too is life!

9. THE HEART OF HOW
If you must assist love, avoid intrigue.

If you must display love, avoid the ego!

10. THE BOOK IN EVERY HOME
Heavy is the pen of sadness, so write with
the ink created of love. This way, your words
become achievements in the art of life!

A LILTING OF LIFE

Starting as a blush, humming deep, somewhere unknown. Scaring, yet overwhelming, pleasurable with joy. God what beauty, first song of love, young, beyond all mortal confessions and care.

Amid gasps of sensation and pain, we experience an ecstasy. All we desire is touch of its hand upon elated strings of our innocence. Kindness of music heard, years listened. We never understand where it starts, yet all learn its power, a lilting of life.

Entering passions striving, falling fiercely. What celebrated potency of song is romance. Driest stones of
our being ever wet with desire. Love is start, finish, and nourishment of life.

Without, we are nothing. Why would we live for heartbeats of currency, when all wealth in this world is meaningless should we lose magic of passion, wondrous romantic splices uniting two souls?

Taj Mahal, an existing majestic symbol, proves only that greatest effort is naught but stone. For loves foremost perfect reason of existence; to tightly bind two hearts so they become one.


by Edward Hunter