Three-Word Wednesday: Old Money

Today's Three-Word Wednesday words are error, jingle, and vindicate. Here's a poem about something that really gets to me about the Republican robber barons who are trying to dictate what America is. It's called...

Old Money
The gold that jingles on your wrist
  Is not sophistication.
The hour a day you spend at "work"
  Is not a vindication.
The family wealth in offshore banks
  Is not an indication
    That you are living your life Right,
    Or that your soul is virgin white,
    Or that you should sleep well at night.

If you can look upon a child
  Who lives her life in terror
And think that this so human world
  Could not be any fairer,
And that you earned all that you have,
  Then you would be in error
    About the sum of your true worth,
    Th' importance of your sacred birth,
    And why you're here upon this Earth.

This Is YOUR Video If YOU'RE into Gotye and Language

Here's a little rap video that is making the rounds on social media right now, so you've probably already seen it. But if you haven't, or if you just want to see it again, here's the you're vs. your rap based on that Gotye song.

The language on this is a little, shall we say, R-rated at times, so you probably don't want to blast this out of your computer's speakers at work or school.

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

I just found this amazing video, "The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore," on YouTube and had to share. It's one of the most beautiful things I've seen in a while. This is for all you writers and book lovers.

There's just so much to read into this, from how books can help make one's life meaningful to the importance of writing your own story. I definitely think that this video is worthy of the Oscar for Best Animated Short.

The Mother's Day Card

Mother's Day weekend rolled around once again, and I found myself scrambling for some sort of gift to give my mother to let her know . . . you know . . . the type of things you're supposed to let your mother know on Mother's Day. Like, my favorite movie and how regular I've been and stuff.

But I've been on the low side of broke for a little while now, so my options were rather limited. So I did what any thoughtful, loving, 10-year-old son would do: I wrote my mom a poem and put it in a card.

The Son She Loved Less

The following story is the result of the second meeting of the Indy WordLab on May 7, 2012.

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A mother is at the kitchen counter with the son she loves less. Unbidden, a fleeting image of him fingerless and bloody flashes through her mind as she passes the open can of beets to him and asks him to slice them.

She feels immediately guilty and wonders if she's blushing. He's your son and you love him, she tells herself.

Jedi Hamlet

"May the Fourth be with you!"
"And altho with you."

It being Star Wars Day, I thought it fitting that I share one of the greatest soliloquies Jediloquies from the only known work of science fiction from the Bard of Avon, William Shakespeare. I speak, of course, of Anakin Skywalker's famous lines from Jedi Hamlet.