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.