Discussions and essays about the world of theatre! By Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Friday, November 25, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Random Thought 31
If you want a straight answer, ask a gay man.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Random Thought 29
It's good to find comfort with one's discomforts.
Random Thought 30
It's good to be secure with one's insecurities.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Random Thought 28
What I lack in self-esteem, I make up in self-respect.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Random Thought 25
Something has to be "good" before it can be "better."
Random Thought 23
If you got it--flaunt it!
If you don't--fake it!
If you don't--fake it!
Random Thought 22
This is the human race....lower your standards.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Random Thought 20
I want it all, and I want it all now, and I'm not gonna stop until I get it all!
Then one I have it all, I'm gonna get some more!
Then one I have it all, I'm gonna get some more!
Random Thought 19
If you're gonna do, overdo it! - Al Ragone
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Random Thought 17
If you don't make a deal out of it,
then a big deal won't be made out of it.
then a big deal won't be made out of it.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Part Four
Boring days of snow-filled skies
Deceiving mouths of truthful lies
Paisley clothes and cardboard boxes
Keying in and charms and lockses
Innocence, kite-flying, broken glass
Icicles, paper cups, and purple brass
Signs on windows with reflecting sights
Passing by with blinking lights
Forget the present, and live for now
Riding horses that look like cows
Technical handprints that think of me
Spray the ceiling with what will be
Let that flow, and take the plunge
Unbelievable soaking sponge
It’s wild, and I can’t believe it’s like that
But they don’t mind; the good-looking hat
Glad either way; we’d all fit in
Isn’t it wild? It feels like a sin
Thank the Lord for all the ways
Thank the Lord; He knows we pray
No kidding, and we like it this way
It’ll be like that if you live every day
Smoke-filled walls that rage with fire
Letters are scattered all over the wire
It’s so cute; the way you think
Fragrant grass that looks so pink
Singing songs of inspiration
Writing words that become creation
Relax and look, but don’t be worried
Snow-filled skies full of flurries
Flowing glass that shines the sky
Holding hands that make us fly
Clouds and stars and pieces of moon
Store some in your velvet spoon
Plastic worries in your wallet
Say the word so I can call it
Rosy bottles filled with sand
Hold them close, and rule the land
Painted silver reminds me of
The day that we discovered love.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Deceiving mouths of truthful lies
Paisley clothes and cardboard boxes
Keying in and charms and lockses
Innocence, kite-flying, broken glass
Icicles, paper cups, and purple brass
Signs on windows with reflecting sights
Passing by with blinking lights
Forget the present, and live for now
Riding horses that look like cows
Technical handprints that think of me
Spray the ceiling with what will be
Let that flow, and take the plunge
Unbelievable soaking sponge
It’s wild, and I can’t believe it’s like that
But they don’t mind; the good-looking hat
Glad either way; we’d all fit in
Isn’t it wild? It feels like a sin
Thank the Lord for all the ways
Thank the Lord; He knows we pray
No kidding, and we like it this way
It’ll be like that if you live every day
Smoke-filled walls that rage with fire
Letters are scattered all over the wire
It’s so cute; the way you think
Fragrant grass that looks so pink
Singing songs of inspiration
Writing words that become creation
Relax and look, but don’t be worried
Snow-filled skies full of flurries
Flowing glass that shines the sky
Holding hands that make us fly
Clouds and stars and pieces of moon
Store some in your velvet spoon
Plastic worries in your wallet
Say the word so I can call it
Rosy bottles filled with sand
Hold them close, and rule the land
Painted silver reminds me of
The day that we discovered love.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Random Thought 16
Keep your mouth shut and your nose clean!
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Spent Days
by Paul McCarthy
When a day is done
One less tomorrow to spend
And more yesterdays
Copyright 2005 Paul McCarthy
When a day is done
One less tomorrow to spend
And more yesterdays
Copyright 2005 Paul McCarthy
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