Off Track

I am not traveling the same road as you, or them.

I don't remember when I first fell off of the world, but I've done it many
times since. I just can't vibrate at the same velocity as most of you. I'm
sure I sense more than most, maybe the extra-sensory perception of one
unable to interpret the imaging. A gift unusable. It waits for me to catch up
but I haven't yet. I know I think more differently than most of you because
logic and compassion rule my state of mind almost continuously.

I'm walking around in circles on this path
That I don't quite seem to know
I thought I knew my destination
And which way I had to go

Instead I came to a fork in the road
I turned left instead of right
And now I'm going in cirlces
I can't quite get it right

There are no signs along the way
No others along my path
I search for a map, but it doesn't exist
Somehow I got off track

And now I simply can't find my way back

- Carrot

Can't quite get it right, although everyone says it's in black and white,
Can't quite see the light, things get a little uptight . . .when it happens.

I'm walking again, down this road to nowhere . . . .and everywhere. I see
hungry people and want to feed them, I want to stop hunger. Politics plays
no part in my life, I detest those that play, and delay, another's need.
Warehouses full of food sit idle as I pass by, "Sorry we can't help you", it's
a lie, it's a lie. ( and so some die ). Why ?

Have you ever seen the trickle-down theory actually work ? Is it some-
thing one can observe, or is it a pathetic excuse for the haves to have
more ? My thoughts border on socialism. I crave the greater good. For all.
Not only for the haves, but also for the have-nots. But then someone tells
me that sharing is bad, that things have to be "earned", or we can't give
you anything. But they're starving !! Too bad, they haven't earned it .
So there's a quirk . . .with the work.

So let's create jobs. Let's take care of our infrastructure. It has taken a
back seat to war year after year. Why can't we build the world's largest
de-salinization plants, to turn sea-water into drinking water ? Employ a lot
of needy people to build and maintain the plants. Divert the water via
pipelines to areas where water is needed to grow food. Suddenly, without
a doubt, we'd take care of drought. Let's shout . .it out!

I'm just not capitalistic enough for you am I ? I'm into public works, you're
into private investment. I believe all medical care should be free to anyone
that needs it, you've grandfathered in the insurance companies and the
pharmacutical companies and they make all the money don't they ? They
make medicine so expensive some people die because they can't afford
it. Heed the greed.

Yes, my road is different from yours. I'm off track. Off the beaten track
for sure. Sometimes I'm so logical my head hurts. Does your head ever
hurt from thinking too much about helping people ?

You are a sympathetic one, yes that I can see!
God bless you my dear one for all the sincerity.
Myself, I’m not so sensitive, no…no I’m not.
How do I do it? It is perplexing, but that- I know not!
My glass is half full & I’m sure you’ll agree,
That’s not such a terrible place for one’s spirit to be.
If your glass is half empty, I’ll give you some of mine
Here is some laughter, a smile, and a good dose of sunshine!
Yes, I tune out the bad things, like I said, I do not know how….
Be gone with you bad things, you’re hurting my pal!

("Here is some laughter, a smile, and a good dose of sunshine ")

Ah, thank you, just what the doctor ordered !

Did not mean to sound so down. I was trying to point out how I may look
at things differently. It's what I see from this side road I'm taking. You
know, off the beaten track. Off track.

If you've ever asked the question why,
then at some point you must have asked why not ?
"Why can't we do this ?" And you hear . . .because . . . . .

We all travel different roads; some roads are aesthetically pleasing to the eye, scenic you might say, while others are unsightly & can ruin a person’s day! Some bumping, some smooth, some curvy, some straight! And some of those roads are down hill all the way! It doesn’t matter what kind of road you’re on, or off (track) of? *smiles
It’s the music you listen to on each journey that can make a world of difference when you travel. *winks

I’m not picking, just joining…

You're always going to be my brother, I'm always going to love you
Regardless of the choices you make, and don't agree with you
I may not understand the path you choose, but then again its your choice not mine
I'm thrilled that you have chosen a path at all - even if I don't agree on its destination
I'm just happy you've chosen a path to follow

Into our twenties and they still call us children, I hate it when they do that
But I'll keep the child title, if it means you have someone to support you
Because you're my brother, and I'll defend you tooth and nail, always
You've already gotten a pretty raw deal - as IF you need one more thing
From our own Family -- telling you you won't amount to anything
(For Loving people they can be pretty hurtful, I point this out to them often)
I have an unebelievable amount of Faith in you, because I've seen what you can do
I know you will find your way

Around the table, at family Dinners - they ask me all about you
Every Sunday I go to War for you, and you know that I always will
I'll defend your choices, even if I don't agree or understand
Because they are your choices that you have to make
And the consequences of these choices made, will be punnishment enough
If it doesn't work out for you - the way you've planned
I hope it works out for you.

I stare at my box of comp books, I stare at the jar full of Pens
I remember once I gave you one - you wrote and wrote for days
You ripped out the pages, and started again
You never did tell me what you had written - but I know it was profound
I would expect nothing less, from the mind of you - I wish you had let me take a look
I cling to the one common thread we have left, now that we've grow up
Those composition books. The black inked pens.
I want so much to see you write, because I know you have increddible thoughts
That aren't confined by reality, or thoughs of "I can't do it."
I pray, that you'll write again, and I pray that the road you're travelling takes you exactly where you want to be.

- Carrot

Jen! *oh behave*
Always love your avatars. Nice rack on that one.

Now...on subject:

I used to be able to astral project
Through meditation and self hypnosis
I would leave my body through the top of my head
I would travel wherever I wanted
I visited friends
I visited dead people
One time I visited my mother
She was sitting on the couch as always
And looked right at me like she was looking at a ghost
I called her the next day
I asked if she remembered anything weird from the night before
She asked what I meant
I asked if anyone visited her
She said she had a dream I came to visit and was dead like my brother
I lost the ability to take those trips
I read that they can be addicting and they were
I didn't fall off the world
But I sure liked to play in a different one

I saw a show yesterday that was cool
It talked about parallel universes and twin universes
It talked about how the universe is infinite
And alternate universes could be infinite as well
There could be an unlimited number of ourselves out there
They could also be right here sharing the same space
But in a different dimension so we can't see them
There could be an infinite amount of them
It was fascinating and gave one a different perspective

It's unimaginable and ultra imaginable what the universe could be
It could be simply what it appears to be
Or it could blow our minds
There's life after death
There's life during death and death during life
We can choose the path we take
Perhaps the path is chosen for us
Perhaps we are on in infinite amount of paths
Maybe in every situation there is a you or a me getting it right
So maybe that makes it okay when we mess up and make mistakes
We're human and God expects us to be human
But with an endless amount of us out there
There's an endless amount of us getting it right








[edit on 5-12-2008 by Excitable_Boy]

I have come from the "path of folly".
a place given to a lack of foresight,
though I travel with keen eyesight . .
I have learned only from hindsight . .
And now I am conerned, not jolly.