by Gabe Berman – the author of Live Like a Fruit Fly

Archive for the month “April, 2013”

For All Artists, Musicians, Writers and Free Thinkers


A Letter To Phillip Phillips

I’m sorry I’ve only recently realized this, but “Home” is one of the sweetest, sunniest, most perfect tunes I’ve ever heard.

What caused the delay in my discovery? C’mon man, you’re from Idol. And, well, you know…

Anyway…I listen to this song over and over again while I drive back and forth from Starbucks. Because it’s rock music, and because of the way my head is screwed on, I always assumed you were singing to a specific girl.

But tonight as I was in the car, my soul perked its ears up and it heard something completely different.

Maybe you’re not singing to a girl. Maybe it’s not even you singing in the song. Maybe, just maybe, it’s someone singing to you. Who? You know who.


Listen to your lyrics:

Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Even if I’m wrong about this on the surface, I’m right.

Thank you for reminding us that we’re not alone,

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Are We There Yet?

Do I secretly get annoyed when my friends write better than me?

You bet your ass I do.

So, I post their work here and take credit for “discovering” them. This is from the blog

Space. The final frontier.

At the end of the journey to all of the previous frontiers, man encountered strangers. When the Neanderthal left the cave, he met Cro-Magnon. When the Greeks left the Mediterranean, they met Europeans. When Europeans searched for spice, they discovered the Asians. When Columbus sailed for India, he met… well, Indians.

And now our explorations take us beyond the solar system to search for other stars and life on other planets.

My first question is, What then?

What’s our plan if we locate a little speck of dust circulating around a little twinkle of light in the dark sky? What if we determine that on a unique ball of clay, the temperature is not scorching and the atmosphere isn’t poisonous gas? What do we do then?

While you ponder that…

Next question.

What if, after all of our searching and exploration, throughout all of the eons of time and vastness of space, there is no other place like this one?

What if this speck is the ONE with life on it? What if the magnificent diversity of our Earth is as good as it gets? What if everything else in this hot mess of a galaxy is just star stuff, and nothing else breathes?

Maybe the orchestral genius that it took to cool and heat, to crystallize and solidify, to grow and blossom, and to think and love ourselves here has only happened once. When you think about it, it’s a miracle there’s any life in this universe at all.

And yet, here we are – each of us – more rare and precious than stars… and certainly more accessible – traveling companions for whatever journey awaits.

So what if, the next time you look at a stranger – their eyes and smile, personality and character, unique in the universe of humanity – you see them with the same wondrous awe you have when gazing up at the night sky? And then treat them with mankindness.

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Dear North Korea

(Here’s another post by a friend who writes angelically on her blog:
The Other Side Of Ugly)

Dear North Koreans,

I believe as members of the human race you could not sincerely support the actions of your government, just as many of the “we the people” in America do not like what the American government does. In many ways it is easy to feel that ones hands are tied, and in many ways they are.

But this is not why I am writing.

I’m writing because I wanted to say I’m sorry.

I’m sincerely sorry because I can only imagine that the vast majority of you are very frightened right now. Certainly I would be.

But please remember that you are noble members of the HUMAN RACE and ultimately answer to a higher source than any that exists on earth.

The people of Earth may come in many colors, sizes and shapes but all are free even if told otherwise ~ even when your hands are tied behind your backs.

While governments may take action that ultimately jeopardize the human body of the those whom they rule over, I just want you to know that they can never rule over any human truly.

Only you can rule over the “I” that lives inside of the beautiful tent called the human body.

Each of you exist for a reason. Each of you have a purpose. Each of you are glorious in your own right. Each of you are made up of the very same essence as that of stardust, allowing you to shine bright regardless of your circumstances.

Shine bright dear Korean people, know that you are loved.

Know that humanity as a whole remembers you in their thoughts and desires peace for you as much as for themselves.

There is one whom I love very much who reminds me daily that miracles are unfolding right now. Today you are being entrusted with the call to be the light in this often dark world … and whether you see it or not dear human, that’s the beauty of being one of life’s living miracles…

The world cares about your circumstances … and the beings of the world hope … we hope and we wont stop.

One Behalf of Many

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Lyrics To My Parent’s Wedding Song

It’s very clear
Our love is here to stay ;
Not for a year
But ever and a day.

The radio and the telephone
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies,
And in time may go !

But, oh my dear,
Our love is here to stay.
Together we’re
Going a long, long way

In time the Rockies may crumble,
Gibralter may tumble,
There’re only made of clay,
But our love is here to stay.

–George Gershwin–


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