can't you smile, a visual perception
without having it be a deception
scheming becomes your joy
though it makes us all your toy.
Your little play things, controlling the minds and plans
yes, I see where you stand.
yelling, screaming, proud with delectations
only to ruin other's expectations
a smile is a wonderful feat
seen in your eyes as only defeat
using it against us, each and every one
but I believe it is I that have won.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
the one
It's all a guessing game. Your rules. My ridiculous set of insecurities that keep me locked into thinking someday you might actually be the one. The One. Capital T. Capital O. As in, there is only ONE. Right?
WRONG. There are millions!!
WRONG. There are millions!!
Ode to Gregg
I saw a man today, as I was walking to the pizza parlor. Old, small, barely 5-foot tall with a lot of spunk. He was walking with this wife, she was oddly faceless and walking slower, much slower, than the man.
He spoke out to me with a chuckle, in the heaviest New Zealand accent I had heard since stepping off the plane, “Boy you are a big lady. Twenty one maybe. Heh heh.”
Realizing that I was the only one around, as well as the tallest, I turned and looked at his face. Billliance, rosy, firm, old, knowledgeable, and eager.
“Maybe not twenty one, but definitely ……”, muttering something that was more than indiscernible. “Eh, well then good eh’ lady.”, tipping his hat in my direction.
I smiled, laughed, wished him a good eh’ and was off, never once looking at his wife.
Joy, willingness, passion, eagerness, intrigue.
He spoke out to me with a chuckle, in the heaviest New Zealand accent I had heard since stepping off the plane, “Boy you are a big lady. Twenty one maybe. Heh heh.”
Realizing that I was the only one around, as well as the tallest, I turned and looked at his face. Billliance, rosy, firm, old, knowledgeable, and eager.
“Maybe not twenty one, but definitely ……”, muttering something that was more than indiscernible. “Eh, well then good eh’ lady.”, tipping his hat in my direction.
I smiled, laughed, wished him a good eh’ and was off, never once looking at his wife.
Joy, willingness, passion, eagerness, intrigue.
Letter to Jason
B.
Beautiful, butterfly, breed, bastard, bothersome, boston, booz, bloated, ballet, bouncing, blithe, buttons, bugle, beastly, bidding, bottom, before, balloons, bubbles, breezy, banter, backyard, billow, briquettes, boisterous, broad, blonde, backbone, basic, bland, bitter, beguiling, bewitching, blizzard, blaphemous, bleeding, bonded, blistering, brrrr, bright, bounding, blue, blessed, bend, ballast, balance
Beautiful, butterfly, breed, bastard, bothersome, boston, booz, bloated, ballet, bouncing, blithe, buttons, bugle, beastly, bidding, bottom, before, balloons, bubbles, breezy, banter, backyard, billow, briquettes, boisterous, broad, blonde, backbone, basic, bland, bitter, beguiling, bewitching, blizzard, blaphemous, bleeding, bonded, blistering, brrrr, bright, bounding, blue, blessed, bend, ballast, balance
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Living on the
Having done both, I can tell you, living on the road is a far cry from living on the street. In the english language street and road are two words for basically the same thing. But when it comes right down to "a place to stay", they couldn't be farther from each other.
The road is a lonely place, town to town, but filled with excitement. Meeting strangers, seeing the sights, eating different foods from different cultures.
The street is the easiest hard place known to man. It's easy. No responsibilities. Nobody who relies on you. Just you and the cold concrete beneath your feet. Sleeping can be difficult. But once you find that spot, your spot, that warm spot where you know your neighbors; it can make all the difference
The road is a lonely place, town to town, but filled with excitement. Meeting strangers, seeing the sights, eating different foods from different cultures.
The street is the easiest hard place known to man. It's easy. No responsibilities. Nobody who relies on you. Just you and the cold concrete beneath your feet. Sleeping can be difficult. But once you find that spot, your spot, that warm spot where you know your neighbors; it can make all the difference
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Exhaustion in their eyes
Walking down the streets,
looking left and right,
I see the exhaustion
in everybody's eyes.
Green with hope.
Blue with enthusiasm.
Brown from swallowing so much of our leader's crap.
Fed up. Fed up with a system that BANKS on societal idealism. Our system runs on the balance that people will do what is best for the group, before they do what is best for themselves. This idea in itself is not corrupt or incorrect. I believe it to the very CORE. But we went wrong when we allowed politicians and their consitutants to willy-nilly define the group.
Capitalism breeds money.
Money breeds greed.
Greed breeds isolation.
Isolation breeds smaller defined groups.
Smaller groups means less to "take care of".
Less to "take care of" means more for yourself.
More for yourself breeds Winter08
WAKE UP! BROADEN your world.
GAIN a larger perspective.
WE HAVE EVERYONE TO TAKE CARE OF!
"No society can surely be flourishing and happy when the greater part of the members are poor and miserable." John Adams 1723
looking left and right,
I see the exhaustion
in everybody's eyes.
Green with hope.
Blue with enthusiasm.
Brown from swallowing so much of our leader's crap.
Fed up. Fed up with a system that BANKS on societal idealism. Our system runs on the balance that people will do what is best for the group, before they do what is best for themselves. This idea in itself is not corrupt or incorrect. I believe it to the very CORE. But we went wrong when we allowed politicians and their consitutants to willy-nilly define the group.
Capitalism breeds money.
Money breeds greed.
Greed breeds isolation.
Isolation breeds smaller defined groups.
Smaller groups means less to "take care of".
Less to "take care of" means more for yourself.
More for yourself breeds Winter08
WAKE UP! BROADEN your world.
GAIN a larger perspective.
WE HAVE EVERYONE TO TAKE CARE OF!
"No society can surely be flourishing and happy when the greater part of the members are poor and miserable." John Adams 1723
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Best Throw-back Lines
Here are a few of my "Throw-Back Lines". It's called the throw-back line, because it is delivered moments after a strange man tries to pick you up. One could say the opposite of a "Pick-Up Line", Best if smoothly delivered with a blend of quirky.
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"honey. I've ditched far better men than you"
"You've got that super charming quality. And this quality, which would normally be considered "cute" to most women, is simply unattractive to me."
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"honey. I've ditched far better men than you"
"You've got that super charming quality. And this quality, which would normally be considered "cute" to most women, is simply unattractive to me."
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Geez, turn that down! That glow is deafening!
Laptop in my actual lap, as I lie in my bed, winding down with a little blogging before bedtime. My eyes squint from their long tired day. I can feel the shine of the monitor on my face, screaming at me to close up shop and rest. Geez, turn that thing down. That glow is deafening!
Tonight is the night I try a new face cream. Actually, they are patches pasted to my face with the hopes of gluing a new "youthful look" during the night. These must be fairy patches, going off to never never land in my dreams. Never never have I looked so tired.
Tired. Those words fall from my tongue and I grimace. I tried hard not to say that word. Tired. If you don't say it, then nobody thinks it. That's my motto.
So... here I am... saying the word to this glaring computer. The lines seem etched into the screen. Tired. Tired. Tired. If I say it any more, it won't mean anything to me. Tired.
Nope. No luck. Exhaustion has settled in, and my eyes win the battle for rest. Goodnight. Yawn. Good night. May I wake up with youth in my eyes.
Tonight is the night I try a new face cream. Actually, they are patches pasted to my face with the hopes of gluing a new "youthful look" during the night. These must be fairy patches, going off to never never land in my dreams. Never never have I looked so tired.
Tired. Those words fall from my tongue and I grimace. I tried hard not to say that word. Tired. If you don't say it, then nobody thinks it. That's my motto.
So... here I am... saying the word to this glaring computer. The lines seem etched into the screen. Tired. Tired. Tired. If I say it any more, it won't mean anything to me. Tired.
Nope. No luck. Exhaustion has settled in, and my eyes win the battle for rest. Goodnight. Yawn. Good night. May I wake up with youth in my eyes.
Friday, October 31, 2008
People come to Vegas to hide
That’s right. I said it. It’s out. People come to Vegas to hide, doesn’t matter whether what we are hiding from is real or imaginary. We are all hiding from something.
Hiding from Real means you made a mistake somewhere along your life path. And someone, some corporation or some agency is trying to find you. This can range from “bad credit” , up to and as gruesome as “charged with thirty two counts of felony and on-the-run”. Real. Involving real people, real problems, real reality TV shit.
On the other side, there are the imaginary things we hide from. Imaginary things are much much harder to hide from than real things. They are the self-imposed fears, jealousy, biases, ignorance and close mindedness. It’s hard to hide from those. Because they are with you every moment of every day, living in a land called Morals, deep in the bowels of your soul. And it took me coming to Vegas, through all the highs and lows I have experienced here, to understand the difference. Because everything in Vegas is imaginary.
Easy to get lost here.
Hiding from Real means you made a mistake somewhere along your life path. And someone, some corporation or some agency is trying to find you. This can range from “bad credit” , up to and as gruesome as “charged with thirty two counts of felony and on-the-run”. Real. Involving real people, real problems, real reality TV shit.
On the other side, there are the imaginary things we hide from. Imaginary things are much much harder to hide from than real things. They are the self-imposed fears, jealousy, biases, ignorance and close mindedness. It’s hard to hide from those. Because they are with you every moment of every day, living in a land called Morals, deep in the bowels of your soul. And it took me coming to Vegas, through all the highs and lows I have experienced here, to understand the difference. Because everything in Vegas is imaginary.
Easy to get lost here.
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