Optimistically Speaking

Today the sun rose at 7:55 a.m. Then, after offering us a mere 8 hours and 25 minutes of daylight, it will set, at 4:20 p.m. (nice number)
This is how winter officially begins. OK fine, BUT the the days only get brighter and longer from here on out by one minute a day. The weather has been mild and with a little bit of luck we just might see Spring while waiting for Winter.

Just Around The Corner

Our children can make us cry.
Sometimes... we catch those tears,
in the corners of a smile.

Up

The sky above may diffuse you.
The stars are still there.
Morning or night...
they're never out of sight.
Never let the clouds confuse you.

While Icing My Leg

There's something to say about older black and white mysteries... low-fi clarinet and violin sound tracks, dimly lit viscous plots that continually thicken up to the point when the culprit is finally revealed.
Combine these with rustling leaves on a windy night, a hearth full of flames... a blanket and a pot of coffee and... I'm good.

August 31, 2011

For two days I watched a clock on the wall. Every six and a half minutes and only lasting three... my finger on the trigger aching for more. That sigh of relief it scared me good how it hurt me so, how it hurt so good.
The nightmares are gone... rod or bone, what ever is there, the pain remains. It's not enough to call me back to what I had... nights of sweat and horror. I'm scared straight and alive. Itchy trigger finger gone, my healing incisions are itching. I want to walk so bad.

@ Paulie

I've been out riding as often as I can. For hours and hours my senses treated and my thoughts completed. Nothing bothered, nothing pained... my hands, my ass from time to time slept, thinking of times when I've laughed and when I've wept. A gallon of gas or two here and there... water for me, a few sips for each stop. The Sun would be bright and then hide away behind mountains of trees then reappear over towns, their shaven hills and their cemeteries. I saw rails and flashing crossings. I caught up to a train and sped past the engine. It disappeared when the road took me back up a steep hill. I rode down again deep into the green on blacktop... even got a chill. I went on and on I'm gonna do it again. I'll close me key now... you know what I mean. Going to bed. In! 15... ;-)

You Make Your Bed

Fall is on the way, gonna change my room.
It used to be that, "by myself" place
where I built my world of baskets...
things I've worn, things I'd torn
and things I had to fold.

I had clean sheets on my bed...
but it was never made.
It was me, smothering covers
and a place I'd hide my head.

It was always too cold no matter what I did.
I hated myself and how things were...
living in fear of what someone might do.
The only way I could get to sleep
was thinking of summer when I was a kid.

Fall is on it's way again...
tossed out all my fears.
I'm hanging warmth on my windows.
and changing my room.
No one lies in my bed anymore!
I've made my bed for me.

To Simplify Things

I've thought about this for quite some time and hopefully this will add to understanding what Guilt+Gratitude=Attitude means:
Accountability+Appreciation=Entitlement.
As usual, I'm sure there will still be many who are still in the dark about this.

Dealing With The Kid

There were times when my Father would be at the brink... and he'd just say, "OK, buddy... you'll see." Every time I screw up... I'm reminded of his words.
Of course my Mom was always threatening to, "... fix my wagon." I've learned a lot about that wagon. It's not about the wagon itself as how much I've tried to haul in it.

Satan? I Can't.

God gave us free will... to choose right from wrong. He... not we... created evil. What ever was written after that about heaven and hell was based on what we needed to maintain the concepts of choosing right from wrong... the rewards and the punishment. Why would God allow a, "Lucifer" to come into power just so he could banish him to the depths of Hell. God didn't write that... we did.
God must have a great sense of humor as he laughed at us when we created a "Satan." We created evil... we created sin. To me.. God is not a myth, I've believed in Him all my life and I'm not about to mess with Him. On the other hand, I can't believe He would create a "Satan" as His adversary... just to mess with me. I don't need to blame a "Devil" for making me do something wrong or the idea that such a, "Demon" is waiting to punish me for my poor choices.
You play here you pay here. Yo Satan if thee truly exists... thou can kisseth my Ass!!!

What's About Time

Our lives are about time...
We made it.
We can make more!
We can take more!

We can spend it, lend it,
set it when things are due...
and in the nick of it too.
Just because we created it,
we'll do... when we do.

Hours and minutes?
Give or take a few...
we're all in the same boat
when it's up, take note...

Moment by moment even
just to see us through!
It's a man made system...
our special kettle of stew.

A Lost Holy Saturday

Today, as God sleeps... the world weeps.
It creeps closer to what it must reap.
Tomorrow awake with Him and...
thank "Jim" for taking a wife...
giving us life.

Commit no more,
"No one's a whore!"
It's not about me or about you.
What comes next ...isn't just a "text"
It's what's in store and in stone.

We arrive one by one...
and we leave all alone.

"What's On My Mind"

Love... the straight cut pieces that border the jigsaw puzzle of life.
And with those pieces we set the limitless boundaries of life and the love of it.

"What's On My Mind"

Life is an "Amazement Park"... an almost ceaseless ride of emotional events.

Don't sweat the difference between the last day and the first day of the rest of your life.

Dimes Have Changed

Throughout my adult years I would come home to visit my parents and I would leave... again and again. They'd walk me to my car to see me off.
My Father would always reach out to shake my hand by grabbing my wrist and placing a dime in the center of my palm. "Hang on to this.", he'd say, "... we're just a phone call away."
That's what I'm thinking... about you Pop.

Pucker Up

Love is like bubble gum. Chewing bubble gum is like falling in love. You just can't pop it into your mouth and expect to blow a bubble. Oh... it tastes real sweet from the very first mouth watering chew but you have to take your time and soften it up really well. The sweetness gives way to elasticity as you patiently chew and chew... testing it, stretching it... being careful not to rush it so as to not accidentally spit it out. You quickly learn to breathe from your heart and not your lungs as the first bubble resists to form. When the sugary taste is all but gone you finally master the texture that's left. You enjoy watching how just a gentle pressure from your tongue... the pucker of your lips and a lot of practice causes that membrane of pink to emerge from your mouth... over and over, bigger and bigger.
You dig it so much that even when it breaks... flies back and snags on your nose... it's all good.
Maybe I'm just being silly.

A Senior Moment

You spot the UPS guy coming up your driveway and you forget that it's something you bought and you hurry out to greet him, smiling from ear to ear, like it's a birthday gift! The truck pulls away and you see your neighbor across the street smiling and nodding like, "Poor thing... feel sorry."
The worst, as you're scurrying down the driveway towards the UPS guy, you're thinking, "Someone remembered!"
The fact that I had received replacement ball bearings for my shower door and now my neighbor AND her husband were nodding, "Poor thing... feel sorry." yeah... I was the someone who... forgot.

On The Mend

My robotics and antibiotics...
months of snow and on the go.
Now, I think, I'm on the mend
and for me my life I'll tend.

It's time to resume the race.
This time, at my own pace...
every morsel a tidbit taste.
I live for life, it's embrace.