Tuesday, October 25, 2005

imagine no possesions



i just heard this song playing outside by my house. they are painting the house next door, and their loud music has been secretly annoying me all afternoon...but, this, i like. someone remade it. maybe everyone already knows that....as i've said before, i'm not very cool, and it's only getting worse.

Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...


You may say I'm a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.


*i don't know why i've been feeling all flakey lately, but i just get sad that we adults can't seem to follow the fundamental basics we teach our children...these early lessons are the seeds of human rights and altruism...share...do unto others as you would have them do unto you...stand up for what you believe...stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves...love yourself the way you are...

barbie doll

I've posted the following poem before, but I decided to do it again, because it is so fabulous.

Barbie Doll
By Marge Piercy

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.