Sunday, 19 May 2013

Lounge lizard & friends

Ronald W. Hull

Come, float with me for a while.
Imagine a dream with a subtle smile.
Imagine horizons wherever you view,
Placid waters green upon blue.

Come, sit with me for a while.
Imagine a dream like a crafted cloud.
Gentle breezes caressing your skin,
While the sun gently warms your brow.

Come, dance with me for a while.
Imagine a dream with her in your sway.
Glide to the sound of the steel drum round,
And calypso your life away.

Come, prance with me for a while.
Imagine a dream, white beaches serene.
Dig your feet in; let the granules to skin,
Massage them ever so clean.

Come, splash with me for a while.
Imagine a dream with foamy cream,
Where life was scrolled from the sea.
Rejuvenate! Make young the old of me.


















Silver linings...



Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure. 

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!