Friday, October 5, 2007

A few beats more

Oh what use is the heart? Is it only there to hold you in paralysis? A giant beating thing that aches like when you've smoke to many cigarettes, or ran a mile down an unknown road. The heart brings you the ache so you know what is good, and what is sad. It brings on the emotion of caution, if you can describe caution. It makes you cry at a funeral, and sing out loud. It helps you tell the one you care about that they are the only one for you, and it will not rest till you lay helpless in their arms.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Cold Stare


I trip over my words and my feet. Do I apologize? I eat alone. I work as I should for the greater good. I dress up when I can. They noticed only the tag I left on the shirt.
Breakfast is better in the belly than landing on the lap.

I'm crossed and dotted, prepared for the next chapter.

Friday, July 27, 2007

her

Women come in many stripes. They conjure up images and divide us with love and hate. We take them as our mothers. We fight with them as enemies. We compete like sisters. We love like the endless cycle of the earth. When we are born female, we take on the world with women who surround us, fill us and guide us with a gentle hand, like only they can.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

My scars are few

Bending the corners of my mind and enlisting the help of the inhabitants therein, I can begin the journey of complexity that is my future. Sometimes I'm as edgy as Tom Waits using a lead pipe as a megaphone while gargling glass, and other times the meanings of me are sweet, smooth and soothing like smoke from a hooka.
I only wish to leave this world with as little scars as possible, and leaving behind those pieces of flesh for the world to create upon.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Four minutes away from the next chapter

Where am I going?
As far as the sparrow flies.
Where have I been?
Where the grass isn't afraid to die.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

O negative


I am the leader of my temporary world.

I used to be younger.

I'm O negative to be amicable.

Such is life.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

I can't begin to explain...


A bowhead whale was capturted and killed. The whale had a small piece of metal lodged in its neck. The piece of metal dated back to the 1880's. The whale itself was between 115-130 years old. I couldn't help but think how brutal a thing it is to kill something that has survived so many of man's atrocities.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Work thoughts


I don't think of myself as being a displaced, inconsistent, or temporary person. Yet others view me as such. And it is, and can only be because I find most of my jobs trivial. Not that hard work isn't important, on the contrary, hard work is very important, character building. I am a hard worker, and consistent if I have a good leader. So my answer to being so disinterested in work is; I need a leader I can follow, and I haven't any interest in becoming one if I don't believe in the work. Most of my characters that I write about are loners who are quite happy living on the fringe or living in their delusions, till they have a life changing experience and become their own personal hero. I plan on doing that. That's me in a nut shell.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

A favorite poem

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Church of pain killers

There isn't anything quite like a toothache. The pain can be so intense it causes a ringing in your ear. As I am perpetually broke, tooth pain is something I am all to familiar with. Clove oil doesn't really work, not for long anyway. And the oragel shit usually numbs my tongue and throat if I'm not careful. I only pray when the dentist and I finally come together to battle this ailment, I don't have to have a root-canal (another one).
Blessed pain killers.

abc's of me

Speak loudly that way you are never misunderstood.