Others shun your “type” and openly mock me for embracing you. You’re not as sophisticated as the ones they hang out with. What could I possibly see in you? You couldn’t possibly satisfy all my cravings? You are nothing but a cheap imitation of the ones they love they tell me. When I speak of the passion you stir inside me, how I cannot wait to take hold of you each morning they simply roll their eyes. After all no one has ever wanted to just sit with you for hours lounging the day away. You do not have a pretty name like Colombia Nariño or Kati Kati and certainly no one has ever thought to use words from the language of love to describe you, words like venti or trenta. But none of that matters to me nor does it diminish my passion for you. On the contrary, your simplicity drives me to want you even more. Because my dear street cart, large light and sweet, morning pick me you may never have the glamour of those Starbucks drinks the others love, but you will always be the coffee of my heart.
The strength of the greatest men is often only as strong as the women in their lives. To be successful in life as men we must respect, listen to, love and cherish our mother, our wife/fiancée/girlfriend or whatever woman stands beside you. Because these women will stand beside you when times are tough and when you begin to doubt yourself. They will inspire you to greatness and they will make any success you achieve that much sweeter.
On the next VH1 Behind the Muppet Strings – Roosevelt Franklin he was a popular character on Sesame Street, young, smart, talented and purple. Roosevelt was on top of the world following the 71 release of his best selling album The year of Roosvelt Franklin and then suddenly he was gone. Rumors of his exit from the popular children’s show have swirled for years but now in a VH1 exclusive we talk to Roosevelt himself and find out the truth about what really happens on Sesame Street. Jealousy, betrayal and backstabbing all on the Next on Behind the Muppet Strings.
If life has taught me one thing it has taught me
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie
We were lost and no one knew what to do. Then came the word from the projects known as Bronx River, It came in the voice of the great philosopher Afrika Bambaataa who told us what we must do Rock Rock to the Planet Rock Don’t Stop, he said and from that day we we went forth and all the party people have been funky
Fruit Cake and Olive Loaf. Two foods that have left me asking Why?
I mean I guess I can see why someone thought the Fruit Cake made sense. But who thought olives and pressed processed luncheon meat would make a tasty treat
There you were, my hero poised to protect me just when all seemed lost, I hesitated for a moment after all I had been here before with you but I simply could not resist. Everything seemed so grand as we walked hand in hand. But soon the wind blew and you buckled without so much as a fight I fought to hold on but it would not be and with one last gust you were gone. Now as I stand with my brow so wet I curse at you aloud. Damn you $3 umbrella! Damn you.
Overheard at the North Pole.
Rudolph: You know how they’re going to come at you?
Frosty: They want to arrange a meeting between me and Jack Frost.n Snow Miser’s ground.. Where I’ll be safe.
Rudolph: Snowy? I always thought it would be the Heat Miser
Frosty: It’s the smart move. Snow Miser was always smarter
We live in a world bonded by hate and divided by race, religion, gender and nationality, to name just a few of the things we as a species have artificially determined makes us different and therefore superior or inferior to each other. Seemingly this has been our way since we first walked on this beautiful blue ball called Earth.
Throughout our history hatred has reared its ugly head time and time again, often in some of the most horrific ways possible and ironically when it does it does not discriminate. It has claimed the lives of all races, religions, nationalities and genders. Yet at the end of the day no matter how we define ourselves and those we lose we are left with the unmistakably conclusion that each of us is a mother or a father, a son or a daughter, a wife or a husband, a boyfriend or a girlfriend and the tears we shed for those we lose are all the same. Indeed when we strip away the hate there is no denying that we are bonded together by one thing, our humanity.
Our time as a species is not everlasting. In the history of the cosmos we have been here but the blink of an eye and in another blink we will be gone. In the time we have left we must strive to find our humanity. Learn to embrace each other despite our artificially created differences. Today that may seem impossible as we appear to be moving further away than closer together, but as the old saying goes every journey begins with a first step and is now time we take ours as a people.
Alien #1: What are you doing? Looking at the humans again?
Alien 2: Yes, they have always puzzled me. Simultaneously, they are such a remarkable yet unadvanced civilization.
Alien #1: Very true they are blessed with such vivid imaginations and curiosity and they have come so far in such a short period of time.
Alien #2: Indeed one can only imagine what they would be capable of if they only realized the obvious.
Alien #1: That they are one?
Alien #2: Yes of course.
Alien #1: What is remarkable is that their history has shown them time and time again the error of their ways yet they refuse to work as one for the betterment of their world.
Alien #2: So true, they choose to kill and oppress each other over from what I can best guess are imaginary lines they themselves have drawn in the ground. Religious belief systems they themselves have invented. The color of their skin which is simply based on the amount of melanin their bodies produce and a host of other nonsensical things.
Alien #1: Do not try to make sense of it as it has always been their way. Frankly I am amazed they have advanced this far. It is unfortunate and there is no denying that in time it will be their downfall.
Alien #2: Such a waste, but on the bright side it will leave their planet vacant and move in ready and the blue ball they call home is rather unique and breath-taking.