NAPKIN WORDS #71 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. UNDERSTAND
The deer does not see bright headlights, it just
understands its fears, and knows none of the ways
to overcome its oncoming fate.

What is the bravery of deer killed in this manner?

This should be questioned until we find a way to
change this horrible challenge!

2. THERE IS NO OTHER WAY
Life is not what you think you can do with it.

It is what you in fact, do in life to make it worthy.

Remembering that one is nothing, the other is
all!

3. ZEN MOVEMENT
None can change steps ahead unless they grasp
reasons for why they took the steps previously
taken!

4. WHEN THE TELLING LIES
I hear so often the comment “When Life Was
Simpler.”

But as a reader of history, every time life proved
to be simpler, it also proved to be so much harsher!

5. IN THE SNOW
Wherever you find yourself leaving from, leave
footprints.

Others will only know from this that someone has
passed.

Should you turn back, you will learn that others
have followed!

6. CONCEPT
A great idea is worth a million thoughts!

7. LOVE KEEPING
If you do not waste your life, you surely can
discover love everlasting.

If you do waste it, you might find love, but it
will waste away, just a mirage of your wasted
time!

8. ADDITION
You cannot separate time from yourself.

Should you try, you lose at the start and at the
end you will not be counted.

Be wise, time is within and without, so make that
time within precious and joyous, let that time that
is without, do what it may!

ODE TO PRINCESS DIANA

Flowers can't cry, they never sigh.
Yet being gentle, they pass away.
Staining pages in our
human sorrow.

In glory tears swelled and overflowing
from heartbreak, sadness
at tragedy,
a loss of a life that smiled in beauty,
offered millions hope in so many lands
around this sorrowful
globe.

Now, all blushes that might have lived,
are guillotined in prime of fulfillment,
giving birth to death as
both pass away.

She to be buried in earth and sky,
another remembered at sadness
of sight by beauty created so
others may cry.

Nature’s blanket lies atop burial wood.
All that is left are sobs for tomorrow,
life echo's heard for this
princess who died.

by Edward Hunter