John Lennon displayed purely unequivocal aspirations to bring peace, creative thought, and feelings of brother -sisterhood, despite myriad differences, to everyone who has ever blinked in bright disparate horizons.
John Winston Lennon was born on this day, October 9, 1940, in Liverpool, England.
The music that John Lennon created as a member of the Beatles and as a solo artist continue to broaden the synapses, rejuvenate the craniums and lift up the smiles of innumerable faces.
Imagine. Imagine that one word could carry such weight, such infinite possibility, such moral implications, such artistic freedoms…imagine.
It is tough going through this world aware of the fact that such a spirit of man is gone from the earth. It was over 28 years ago that John Lennon, the man, was murdered outside his home, the Dakota building, in Manhattan.
Lennon was the last of a dying breed, cut from the same cloth as Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi. His memory, song, message and proud works stand strong today in millions, if not billions, of people who speak his name, his words, or his songs aloud, or to themselves. Each new thought has potential.
Today we celebrate the 69th birthday of John Lennon. His soul visits us, as we carry on. Remember to live life like John Lennon did: mix carpe diem with a striving for the betterment of others, where empathy and sympathy should prevail, and remember... John Lennon lives on.
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I am of the opinion that wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day is not only ridiculous, but also cowardly. It might be true that eyes are windows to the soul, but hiding them so blatantly…I mean what does that say about one’s soul?
The new trend appears to be wearing one’s shades everywhere, regardless of the fickle weather, or the subjective sun’s rays. Across the Stony Brook campus roam a gang of sunglass wearing symbols for a society that needs blinders, metaphorically and literally.
Clearly making eye contact with fellow human beings, fellow students and fellow workers is a sacrilege on a modern New York university campus. Call it a look, a fad, a way of life, or a protection from dust storms that do not visit Long Island, or you could call it antisocial. Avert your glance, this poetic fusion of words may sting:
SUNGLASSES ON A CLOUDY DAY
I see You - all of it
Even with the gray stripes of cloud
Roll brushed across dim blue,
The reflective glasses are worn
Why the need to hide behind glass
Or drive-shaft one’s wry glance?
Back & forth the yo-yo pupils
Eyes are a knight’s sharp lance
I omit cloudy day glasses
Unveiled is my armor
You can’t mask my transparency
Maybe its just a look:
A need to project a gun-shot
A call to the “Reservoir Dogs”
Or is it malicious:
A New York shield for passersby,
A mace to strike the glance,
A mirror to cower behind
Want them taken hold of?
Grip, twist, bend, smash the plastic frames
Take the metal wires
And stuff the cotton in Your ears.
I have turned the tide and started on my journey. Words and Worlds hang in the balance and I am writing it all down before the RJ Tower! Read about my newest novel on CyberwarSeries.com