Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Burning Ring Of Fire Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Final Fantasy Steals Women

Love is like a burning fire!
It blazes and blisters all that come near.
But without its hot light
We are but cold huddled forms.
And the flames dance so pretty,
When this love lights up your face.
Broken Hearted Beauty Posted by Picasa

Windy Feelings.

Special moments move so fast.
The good ones that build,
That we hope will all last.
Some of the sad times roll on.
And mad times burn long.
But the final end fray
Will be all won
By the Heart
To Try

Monday, November 21, 2005

Chimpanzee Dreams Posted by Picasa

No Pieko. No Smiles.

See the little Chimpanzee?
He don’t look too happy, do he?
Maybe he banana got all squishy.
Maybe he little tree all fall down.
But the little Chimpanzee, he is still up and a waving.
He still a thinking.
And he still a looking.
Big Chimpanzee eyes.
Hoping as they peep.
From tree to tree and all around.
He looking hard for he tree.
He looking for he home.
Warm and safe and all like he knows.
He misses he tree.
Poor little Chimpanzee.
Helping Hand Posted by Picasa

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Empty Falsehoods

It’s no big deal.
Get a couple of things wrong.
Slip of the tongue.
Trip of the feet.
Burp of the brain.
‘kinks in the armor’ and cracks in the heart.
But is no big deal.
And it is Nothing New.

PS: ‘Walk the Line’ rocked!

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

When the style runs High. Posted by Picasa

Strange Love

I couldn’t post for a while. This is what I meant to post:

Are you going to bark all day, little doggie, or are you going to bite?
Sometimes nothing says it better.
And to think, this has all happened before.
Want generates hope.
And then the belief.
Forgetting to be hesitant.
Not remembering to stay angry.
Absent-mindedly dreaming.
But don’t worry.
The real thing will always slap you awake.
How apt.
Lest we forget.
The foggy form of memory adjustment isn’t in my plan.
So many interesting people.
All those dark eyes and smiling invites.
Most, if not all, would be better.
They can’t be worse. Not all of them.
Somewhere there has to be courtesy and class.
And to whom it may concern in the ether;
I think the Headstones put it right:
Fuck You.

Now, as I can post again I had to decide if these thoughts were still relevant. But also, based on my views on censorship, especially self-censorship, I let it roll. I reflected on it, too. The thoughts and feeling that fostered these words had changed, as was expected. But the funny thing was how fast they had done one full reversal, sort of switched back and now my feelings all over the place.
I feel mad. Not angry (well, maybe a little, and not really sure why, which makes it disturbing. I think I am just tired-full body and full soul- tired, but also I let myself get worked up about nothing, which seems to be something new). Just mad. Insane. Like some lazy version of manic.
It is in these moments that time plays tricks on your mind. And dreams, hopes, worries and fears all sit at the same table.
At least I can mentally puke on this little blog when I feel like it. And wander around the others, so many, with new perspectives or shared shadows. It is a nice thing to be able to mix one’s own thoughts and ideas with those of others. Of yours. With those of the minds that type thoughts wide with wonder and energy. A pity I allow myself to be too busy to read everything out there.
And I am done.
Rock on.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Wamth of Flesh Posted by Picasa

Love and Hate

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Making Friends Posted by Picasa

Future Boom

This cool evening finds the thoughts cool as well.
Better than the frantic and fury filled wonderments.
Seeming unrelated splashes of karma are joining.
The flesh needs to be formed.
The blood needs to move.
And the heart has to sigh.
Relaxation of damnation.
Fun times. On the cuff.
Beauty of happiness.
I can feel the fingers tickle my spine.
And I see a future.
I just can’t see it all.
Like driving into the sun.
Late in the day after work.
Feeling free and positive.
Just trusting in the road to turn, as you want it to.
And smiling.
Killer cuties mark the way.
Their eyes charge the day.