So Good

Just had to share.

Accept it.

Once it was all about seeking.
A random event based on Awe.
Wandering through the options and the paths
Until something too bright to ignore
Tore at the scabs.
Then the Hunger took over.
Only taking and having mattered.
That too faded
Either sated or overcome
Somehow
Now is the strain of non-indulgence.
There are pleasures, still.
But not what is wanted.
Something beautiful
Truly beautiful
Is again needed in life.
This summer’s sun has done something
Brought something
Freedom from old Hooks
Fresh dreams.
Easy Hopes.

Great Balls Of Fire

The best time to view Antares is on or around May 31 of each year, when the star is at "opposition" to the Sun. At this time, Antares rises at dusk and sets at dawn, and is thus in view all night. This of course depends entirely on your own position on the globe.

Sexy Reaping

Death and such other unknowns wander the edges of our day-to-day activities.
Some believe they understand and other might really know.
I believe I don’t know. Or is it just that I know I don’t believe?
Hmmm.
Either or. This life, good or bad, is just the start.
Even if just the start of nothingness.

Chicks Dig Big Dice

Dice.
Randomness.
Statistically trackable beacons to the inner workings of fate, chaos, and probability.
Those that have never felt the unexpected joy of that oh-so-needed but never dreamt of 20 need not apply, for theirs is a smaller world.
Yes, I speak to the ones who have dared to walk the paths of adventure and imagination, who time and time again threw their creative gestalts into the fray against innumerous challenges and adversaries, either for glory, gain, or slaughter.
Always also for the roll.
That sweetest and most finicky of mistresses.
Beautiful Lady Luck.

Sunday Song VII - Sung In Jeep

I went to a party last Saturday night
I didn't get laid, I got in a fight,
Uh, huh
It ain't no big thing
Late for my job and the traffic was bad
Had to borrow ten bucks from my old man,
Uh, huh
It ain't no big thing
I went to a party last Saturday night
I told you that story, I'd be alright
Uh, huh
It ain't no big thing
But I know what I like
I know I like dancin' with you
And I know what you like
I know you like dancin' with me
Yeah, yeah
Kiss me once
Kiss me twice
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me deadly
Had a few beers, gettin' high
Sittin', watchin' the time go by,
Uh, huh
It ain't no big thing
Nothin' to eat and no TV
Lookin' in the mirror don't get it for me
Uh, huh
It ain't no big thing
But I know what I like
I know I like dancin' with you
And I know what you like
I know you like dancin' with me
Oh, yeah
Kiss me once
Kiss me twice
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me deadly
Kiss me once
Kiss me twice
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me deadly
You know I like dancin' with you
Dancin' with you
C'mon
Kiss me once
Kiss me twice
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me deadly
Kiss me once
Kiss me twice
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me
C'mon pretty baby, kiss me deadly

A Reason for Sight

Brain Flood

"He is strong! If I die, I have to go before him, and he will ask me, 'What is the riddle of steel?' If I don't know it, he will cast me out of Valhalla and laugh at me. That's Crom. Strong on his Mountain."
Many thoughts on this sleepy, sunny, brisk Sunday, which just so happens to also be the Day of Mothers. Love ya, Ma!
I have been away for a while, sailing, but also in a more metaphorical sense. Maybe I am closer to my return. Who knows? I just wonder what shores are darkened when these districts are vacant. And I wonder what sort of jokes are there. I can only guess how the women dress, when out hunting and smiling. Or how they might move when that special, close time is taken. It is interesting but not to be known, except in half glimpses between sleep and awake. That dream mixing with real state.
There are sharp little catches to barb the flesh and its needs.
Staying in the borders of boredom isn’t as bad as I had hoped.
For the record, nothing ever leaves the shelves of Want.
Ever.
You can adjust. You can hide. You can say no. But you cant stop wanting.
But that is ok, too. That is just part of life. All of us, seeking that echo filled peace of before. Again. Like remembering summers early breeze while trudging through the snow.
More. Much more. Thinking faster than I can write. It seems overly easy to walk away from a feeling. Easier than it should be. Maybe they are not the feelings as I have labeled them. Or maybe they are, but with out roots. Just stems, leaf, and flower. Nice in the sun but blow over once the sun moves behind the clouds.
Time will tell. If someone listens.
Oh.
And the Skin.
Let it all in.