So Randomness it is...

It's been a while since I created a new thread,
So I thought to stop by and ask,

"does anyone know how to say
the thing that I do not know how to say?"

When things just pop into your head and you randomly say it? I don't know Lucero, but welcome to making new posts! :)

I do not know either Mori,
But the thing is
that this thing that I want to say
cannot be say by me
other than by just referring to it
as a thing

So hopefully,
this thing that I want to say
can be said by someone
who can pinpoint
what this thing is

all I know is that this thing
is a thing
that everyone, or at least
the regular members in PnQ,
enjoy...

Can you say what that thing is?

Is this thing which you cannot say
(something, you hope, someone can say)
shared by many or is it private to each?

Poetry, or discussions love?

I have learned to thank LOVE for the penalty box . If I personify love as a masculine pronoun I might offend a hard core feminist . This discussion reminded me of a tape is used to listen to that was recorded in a prison. I have been known to borrow heavily from Randomness and justify it as providence
https://youtu.be/d7H46ADQaIs
the above link was discussed by the prisoner in the tape

There are things I never say in here, but I think them every day;
things that fit inside my thoughts but are too big for words;
things that stretch out my heart, but make me too queasy to express.

This thing that I cannot say
can be private to each
And shared by many in any way
But we won't know exactly
what this thing is
unless someone says
what the thing is

But just like Mori said,
"poetry or discussions"
I can say "poetry and discussions"
But I cannot say
this thing

This thing is like Mr. Larry expressed,
It fits inside our thoughts but it's too big for words
It stretches out our hearts and make us queasy to express.
But I think is best to say
That this thing stretches in our hearts but also in our minds,
until it becomes too big that it makes it hard for us to express.

Can you tell me what this thing is?

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Michael, Thank you for sharing. I have yet to watch the video. Im curious as to what the reply was.

Personalities, perhaps? I know everyone can share who they are but at the same time can keep their personalities to themselves.

The link was David Meece performing these lyrics

"Where should I begin to tell my thoughts
What can I say that would do
Where are the words when I need them most
To show my gratitude
Though the times I was burdened
Yet I did not fall
Though the times I was certain
There was no one at all
His love was reaching
An invisible hand pulling me through
His love was reaching
Touching my life in more ways than I ever knew
As I lay beneath the southern cross
The stars tell more than I could
And if the words don't say want I really mean
I pray I'm understood
When I thought I had nothing
Yet I had so much
Though the years when it seemed
We were out of touch
His love was reaching
An invisible hand pulling me through
Touching my life in more ways than I ever knew
How could I think I was living alone
How could a man be so blind
How could I have come so far
Without His hand in mine
His love was reaching
An invisible hand pulling me through
His love was reaching
Touching my life in more ways than I ever knew"

The empowerment you give here
carries me into the rest of my life
so that I am a stronger person for it.

The humility that is flung
into my face here saddens me,
but forces me to delve
into my creative abilities
to change and to grow a bit more.

The encouragement given here
bolsters me in ways
that were weaker before.

The acceptance shared here
makes me feel a part of
a greater family
than I have known before.

The love I feel for you here
is strong and so hard to express
that I almost feel the need to qualify it
lest it be misunderstood,
yet there it is.
I love you all.