Posts Tagged ‘randy hasper’

identity

Posted: April 23, 2013 in identity
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Identity is the special guest in every anonymous crowd.

Every life is the same as itself and not less.

Gender is the identity of wonder.

My skin is not what I am, it’s just the casing I’m within.

Princesses come in every tone, their value is as deep as bone.

Darker is not a place marker.

Sweet are the uses of the face, to sort and sift both friend and foe with grace.

None of us are what is commonly thought we all should be.

The fool never meets anyone different from himself.

Earth shifts, character uplifts.

Purpled spring, summer green, orange is fall — changing all.

No one is alone within; every psyche houses a family.

Respect for others is nonnegotiable, for each precious life is royally stamped with the divine imprimatur.

wow

Posted: April 16, 2013 in wow
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Five receptors, five wow detectors.

“Wow!” was the first prayer.

Our best woof is, “Wow, wow, wow!”

At birth astonished, at puberty thrilled, in middle years astounded, in old age amazed, and at death’s dreamy door — totally knocked over and plowed under with wonder.

The fiery lava below, the flaming sun above, and life between well-warmed and wowed with love.

All wow and bow within the spectacular now.

First smile, word, step, grade — from sets of firsts unfolding life is made.

The little girl riding in the wheelbarrow is the gardener’s greatest triumph.

Life is now and how and often wow!

The bomber’s shock and awe descends into death’s maw; and all that’s done to cow another brow is never wow.

To wow takes an ow.

Wowism finds in every fray, a tattered and triumphant yea.

no

Posted: April 5, 2013 in no
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To thine own “no” be true.

Let your “no” be “maybe” it will drive you crazy.

Every step forward fires a steel-jacketed no into the heart of the psyche’s impulse to quit.

No has a home on every wise tongue.

Every “no” launched against selfishness is a battle won for generosity.

The one who knows no “no” will do the most good.

You’ll find it best to under no and over yes.

No thy self; yes thy health.

To say “No” to one habit, say “Yes” to another.

To say “no” to a request is to give the person asking an opportunity to be responsible.

Rest your “Yes,” finesse your guest.

Within “No!” creativity is born.

bravery

Posted: March 24, 2013 in bravery
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Screw your courage to a job board.

Raise courageous children; take vacations without them.

The soul that’s smart brooks no tart heart.

Cowards cheat; the brave compete.

Bravery lashes down the watery hatches, sets the slashing sails and takes the spinning wheel when no one comes on deck to help.

The very brave fear greatly, then they charge.

For the courageous it will suffice, step to the plate and miss it thrice.

All suffer; the courageous simply weep in a corner more quietly.

Cowards and valiants die many times before their deaths; valiants just break out of their graves and flush their sorry corpses out into the open again faster.

The brave let the irresponsible solve their own problems.

Death’s not a flattened end to fear; it’s a high vaulting premier.

architecture

Posted: March 19, 2013 in architecture
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It is the magic of architecture that a line on paper turns into a tower in the sky.

A home is all perpendiculars, parallels and love.

Architecture arose from hairlessness.

Castles are born of fear; cathedrals of love.

The beautiful edifice seduces and swallows its architect.

Function is the finest face of form.

Ruins were invented to keep architects humble.

Light levitates the vault.

The first cathedral was a forest.

Great structures are vacations.

We visit ruins to discover ourselves.

The soul needs a banality to know an eternality.

The pillar, the arch, the crown — the architect’s renown.

Great buildings function, endure and enchant.

Yesterday was designed by inspiration, today by collaboration, tomorrow by virtualization.

Sustainable is unmaintainable.

old

Posted: March 12, 2013 in old
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Dare to rove, leave on the stove, they’ll lock you up as crazy old.

Old, we increase, then we shrink.

The old may wonder why they are still here; their grandchildren know.

We’ll end as we began, gathered up and carried to our beds, blinking and drooling, and there with tucks, and pats and hums we will be lulled to sleep in a cradled, rocking world that loves us.

To be old is to be rusted, pitted, painted steel.

Forgetfulness is the curse of old age; it’s also the blessing.

To forget a friend’s visit yesterday and to remember a slice of wedding cake eaten seventy years ago is the magic trick of aging memory.

Old is rest and old is jest, and old is a sly wink at death.

When the old are moved to the place called a home —  it won’t be.

Age graciously not pugnaciously.

Long life gives the gift of frequency, old age the gift of intensity.

The old out-remember the young, out-dance the middle-aged and outlive themselves.

None outlive love.

miracles

Posted: February 23, 2013 in miracles
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Despair not; every person miraculously healed of one thing will expire by another.

Death is the miracle by which a bit of dust is made out of a bit of whine.

The miracle no one can perform is to remain unchanged.

It is reasonable to expect what is impossible.

The supernatural has a twin sister — the natural.

What’s lost is sad; what is gained in loss is a miracle.

I believe in the resurrection; everyday I resurrect from the bed.

Nothing sees miracles like misery.

Vision is the miraculous elixir that heals boredom.

Every athletic leap into the record books is a miracle of the will; every one-crutched, cane-assisted, wheel-chaired venture out of the house is a miracle of courage.

Birth and death are cut from the same magic fabric, dress us in the same supernatural transformation and strut their soft, fleshy and fantastic stuff on the same glitzy runway extending infinitely in both directions.

jealousy

Posted: February 18, 2013 in jealousy
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All submit but none admit — to jealousy.

Jealousy wears the smile that cloaks the wile.

Jealousy makes good TV — and bad reality.

Cure your own jealousy; succeed.

Three and tea make jealousy, but two will do if three are few.

Jealousy is the poison seed which germinates in the dank corners of our saddest losses.

Jealousy clings to what envy snatches away.

Jealousy wears a sweet smile over a hidden frown.

In enough is ecstasy, in not enough, sad jealousy.

Preference is the mother of rivalry.

Success is the race horse bearing the overweight jockey of jealousy, ever flagellated forward with the unrelenting whip of mad dissatisfaction and desire.

Jealousy is the honored guest in every star-studded room; the evicted tenant of every humble heart.

What has been trellised may be toppled by the sharp ax of a jealous mind.

Jealousy is that one ugly piece of clothing we just can’t bring ourselves to throw away.

kindness

Posted: February 4, 2013 in kindness
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Kind to need is kind in deed.

Kindness is no judgment — and complete discernment.

The true course of love always has run kind.

Kindness carries a gentle tongue; meaness packs an automatic mouth — and an extra clip.

Every kind voice is a round stone polished by a roiling stream.

It’s a grind to be nice to the kind; it’s easy to be hard on the sleazy.

A kind voice may cloak a cruel heart.

I can only be as kind to you as I am to me.

Cruel can be wicked fun; cowardly, a cluck and run.

Kindness can calm the raging sea, in thee and me.

I have no tackle or gear by which to hoist my ragged soul above your gapping need, but I can stand beside you and hold your hand..

dating

Posted: January 18, 2013 in dating
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I’m A-Ok; I dress au fait; I don’t stay home like sad Henri.

Keep your dates flirty ‘til you’re almost just thirty.

Men always make passes at girls in fashion glasses.

What is awkward at first is later dessert.

Date a good friend; make a good end.

Respect your date; don’t try to mate.

Kissing is like archery — but more fun.

If you’re all alone try an iphone.

The first three dates are interviews; the fourth means you got the job.

Date with no tactics; court locals, foreigners and intergalactics.

Dating is good preparation for remaining single.

success

Posted: January 15, 2013 in success
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I take out the trash with great aplomb; I’m confident I will return.

To guarantee a good ego, go with the flow, keep aiming low.

Success eats from the nearest refrigerator; failure starves to death at home.

Success attempts what jealousy resents.

Failure runs; success walks; contentment takes a leisurely stroll.

Success is not a public award; accomplishment earns a quieter accord.

The greatest success is to be unchanged by success.

Success is stress, failure more so.

Ninety per cent of success is knowing when not to show up.

If at first you don’t succeed, punt.

The successful edit and credit.

No one fails like the successful.

The highest form of success is in making others successful.

church

Posted: January 14, 2013 in church
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The best reason to go to church is for the sake of everyone else.

The cure for church is laughter; there is no cure for laughter.

Hypocrites are not people who go to church and fail, but people who hate the church for failing in the same ways that they do.

A church is a place where people unworthy of heaven love people who feel unworthy of earth.

If your mind is your church, you’ll attend alone.

Imperfect church is God’s imperfect means of perfecting imperfect people.

A church is a family — brace yourself.

Nature makes a great temple for those who want animal sacrifice as part of the worship service.

Comedy is for those who laugh, tragedy for those who cry and church is for those who are willing for their cry to become a laugh.

Heaven will begin with a long silence; this will be to heal us from church.

opportunity

Posted: December 10, 2012 in opportunity
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Knock out the opportunity that knocks.

A class a day sends a doctorate your way.

There is no gender in member.

Opportunity knocks; perspicuity answers.

After the old have abandoned their egos, the young may abandon their obscurities.

As the flower blooms amid toxic waste, so opportunity springs from disaster.

Every new room is entered through a door someone once slammed shut.

Opportunity is immunity against mutiny.

No opportunity, zero community.

When we refuse women leadership, we limit by half what the world may accomplish.

What we can’t imagine we can’t do.

The world’s best leaders are now training the world’s future leaders.

helping

Posted: November 23, 2012 in helping
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Uneaten bananas rot; unempathetic hearts clot.

Blessed are the helpful for they will themselves be helped.

The helpless may yet cure themselves by helping.

At a vision’s core exists a necessary chore.

There is no lower class to uplift, only all of us to love.

Beware bad dogs and hungry do-gooders.

Bite the feed work hands you.

God helps those who help anyone other than themselves.

We begin and end with help.

Don’t cry wolf; advance on the rapacious with a shout.

 

gratitude

Posted: November 20, 2012 in gratitude
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My second favorite activity is complaining; my first is not.

Familiarity is the gift card we receive in every day’s mail.

Gratitude is the best antidepressant, applause the most effective analgesic.

We are fully alive when we can’t keep up before we applaud again.

Gratefulness is the delete key for hatefulness.

In the United States, Thanksgiving is the day we take off so that we can all work.

Wise eyes prize what fools despise.

Appreciation is a floatie for the psyche still learning to swim.

A thank you a day keeps the grouch at bay.

Every success is upsetting; every quite moment a gift.

Everyday I work in my gratitude garden; I weed my appreciatives, feed my approbatories, water my applaudables and cultivate my commendables.

geology

Posted: November 14, 2012 in geology
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Love untold is fool’s gold.

Souls are geodes; broken, still beautiful.

As soft as gold does love unfold.

Life stratifies; leaders uplift.

Sea snails sit on the peaks of the Himalayas, so the lowly may yet be lifted up.

Pressure forges diamonds; struggle anvils psyches.

The ancient wasp is preserved in amber, the departed in story.

As the ocean turns the hot lava solid, so struggle turns doubt to certainty.

Wise parents throw no stony judgments at the glass houses of their children.

Truth is the basalt of the soul.

Stones can crack our homes; words can rip them to pieces.

False promises are the stone soup of loving relationships.

The wise leave no stony emotion unturned.

Metamorphic rocks are formed by heat and pressure, emotional bonds by honesty and truth.

compliments

Posted: November 10, 2012 in compliments
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Every compliment is a face lift.

The thorn in your flesh is from the rose in your bush.

Compliment more; criticisms are winning.

Compliments should be like Xenoceratops —
archived.

Compliments stalk the beautiful; wisdom praises the whole world.

In the inner lining of a compliment lives a stitched seam of expectation.

Guard your heart by giving small regard to insults — and compliments.

A compliment is just a lie, all dressed up in a suit and tie.

The approval that matters most is not your own; it’s your mother’s.

Jealousy sucks up in public what it spits out in private.

Compliment in time, before your decline.

I always compliment the people who feed me.

Be specific, personal and authentic with compliments — and brief.

The wise praise their mates; fools laud their fantasies.

The smoothest, most affirming people I know are the most profoundly dangerous people —  I know.

Those addicted to pleasing others are unable to please themselves.

nothing

Posted: October 31, 2012 in nothing
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Before nothingness there was a meeting.

You may believe in nothing but shower and dress anyway — we thank you.

Nihilism arrises when someone is so angry at something that they call it nothing.

Those who say they believe in nothing — still eat.

Something-ness per day keeps nothingness at bay.

The sunflower annilhilated nihilism.

The future arrives as nothing replaced by something.

Every claim we cannot prove excludes itself.

The nihilist eats ice cream and asks for more.

It matters that we ask, “What does it matter?”

You may believe in nothing but did you wake today?

Life is a tail, attached to a cat, full of fun, signifying something.

rules

Posted: October 26, 2012 in rules
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Wise by eyes; fools by rules.

There is one great rule to live by; we just can’t agree on what it is.

Rules require what visions inspire.

Rules are the magic wand by which we zap chaos into order — kind of.

Integrity lies in obeying the rules of sport when the umpire isn’t watching.

The rules that protect the ones we love may also crush them.

The hot bed of rules is irresponsibility.

Those who most pound the rules are usually those who most break them.

Parenting is the magic trick whereby a value is pulled out of a hat of rules.

Fungi thrive on decaying logs; rules sprout in rotten relationships.

First, rule thy self.

Rules don’t protect us from each other; following them does.

Wise judgments need no rules.

Love decimates all rules but itself.

A rule is a vicious assassin; it shoots nuanced thinking in the back of the head through a telescopic sight of over-simplification.

parents

Posted: October 16, 2012 in parents
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Stretch marks the spot.

Spare the dad, spoil the child and be nice to the mom too.

To keep playing with toys, keep having children.

When the baby walks, the parents run.

Whining a pathogen, children vectors, parents hosts.

God made children cute to protect them from parents.

Every parent is grateful to whoever wired adolescence for obsolescence.

Parenting is the magic trick that turns rules into values.

Parenting is alchemy — base “no’s” into a precious” yes’s.”

Schools were invented by tired parents.

The ultimate goal of parents is not to nuture their children; it is to get them to move out.

Role reversal is payback.

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