Hare today, goon tomorrow!

Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

Brutal!
Go get’em, Fufu-nator!
The lives and wisps of chance are dancing around.
Smirking giggle fueled little fuckers
Making me loose my hard worn scowl and smile.
The sun helps.
That heat fills you with freedom as the Jeep rolls on.
I started today with a Hug from someone I barely know.
But it was a nice hug. Hee Hee Hee.
Fairy Tales and Bedtime stories.
Different meanings to some.
Marathon Dice Attempts.
Once common place.
How does that happen?
Things we used to do without meaning to can become
Tasks.
Oh Well.
Boogie Time productions and Cool Sky.
These are the edges to the day.

Feel Free

Life’s not perfect.
Sometimes the Dice just don’t go right.
Even the Sure Things can leave you wanting.
But some things hit right.
Hit true.
Good timing from a call.
Slick tunes rolling in your mind.
A free thought, bright and vicious.
Boiling over.
A smile.
Sweet and energizing.
Bringing it all together.
Reminding that not everything that mattered
Needs to still.
That our wants don’t make the world.
Rather, our choices open the doors.
Be at ease, young world.
That big old Sun still has a lot of shining left to do.
Tears, blood, and doubt all still have to rain.
Only means that life is still clawing.

From Last Night

I drink. I feel it. The endless abandon.
Day to day, the worries, plans, thoughts and cares.
Drifting away.In their place, a calm. The myriad voices internal muted. Left over is the stage on which usually play the facets of Me. There now prance others. The unknown. The yet to see. Another sip. The poison working. Getting high of the neural toxins. Otherwise called booze. Sip by sip. Death. Clarity. Makes me wonder what we see when we forget. I am not endorsing intoxication. No. That is a waste. I am, however, experiencing it.

Mental Escrima for the Masses

“Let us grab the world by the throat and make it give us what we desire,”
-Valeria

Lots of thoughts have passed this way by.
Wandered again the lands once mine.
Now broken.
As if little thefts of pride,
Or courtesy
Have brought somewhat down
That which I had believed eternal.
Sadness and dismay touched me.
With them being new guests
I shuddered at their fresh scent
In following these gears, turning, to seek the impetus
I also wronged one who might have been dear
Add it to the heap of regrets and Shouldas.
Tall pile. Warning of collapse. Let it.
I have new visions now, guiding me to near
Fever.
Something new comes. Will I be ready?
No. But worthy? Maybe. Just maybe.
Even if this were not the set of events I would have wished.
This is the Now that is upon me.
I will make it thru, as I always do, by choice.
Thankfully knowing that those who have been there for me
In the past
Both far and the needed recent
Will be there still.
I must make sure that I do my part
In all deals and wagers.
Thanking those I owe
Showing me that there is more

And taking what I need.