@ 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!!!