Flying solo
I always wanted to be a
Bird
Imagine looking down
At the patterns of the land
Like a quilt
The shapes and patterns
Weave where people and
Animals live
Flying solo
Over terraine
Untamed
I am safe riding the
Wind
If I had wings
I would soar
Until I could not be seen
By land
If I had feathers
They would change
Colors
And I could or would
Not blend
I was driving home after work. It was 11pm so I was alone on the road. We are having a bit of snow but it is like talc powder so the wind blows white swirls over the black top resembling dry ice. I notice my fuel guage below the empty line and my imagination took hold and I wondered if I had enough gas to get home. There are no gas stations open at this hour and I begin thinking of my drive home. Will I get home? Then I began to think of the highway I must cross, and what if my car stalls in the middle of the two lanes? and what if...Then I remembered it is a 4 way stop and I would be seen and not hit unless the other driver in not paying attention...And then I got to the stop and thought, maybe I should buy one of those little red things that you put gas in in case of emergencies...
Then I got to the stop and saw the blue flashing lights of the only gentlemens club within 60 miles of here and I remembered the hoo ha when it opened. I thought to myself, I am not afraid to eat out by myself, not afraid to see bands by myself, see movies by myself or travel by myself. Am i brave enough to go to a strip club by myself, just to see what they are like?
Hmmm
I think you like me.
I know I like you, so,
It is with tears of joy
In my throat
That I call you "friend"
A friend may not be
The passion of life
But a friend does offer
Life's breath in the interim
A friend does give an
Ear
An ear that, if truly a friend
Does listen
And in turn
I do listen
Friend,
I think you like me
And
I know I like you
With respect
I do offer you
My heart and ear
It is a tall order
To be asked
To help make someone
Feel better
With words that can only
Touch, by sight and not
By sound
If I were by your side
No words would be
Necessary
My silence would absorb
Your pain
The squeeze of my hand
Would draw your tension
Away
These words are empty
But my heart is full
As many hearts here
Do hear me
And agree with these
Words
We friends here
Are mute
Our hands helpless
In pockets
But
Our hearts do
Hold you tight
And we are with you
Every step of the way
The old man said to the
Little girl
"There is only one"
"One?" said the girl.
"Yes". and the old man paused
He looked to the window, and
Scratched his white stubbly chin.
"And, child, it is a Wondrous Thing,
To be admired by The Camel..."
I am watching a movie simply because Desmond Harrington is in it.
?Body shots
Sniper shots
People that go
Bump in the night
Ghoulish children
With baby rattles
Rattle their chains
Our chains
I need a stiff one
On some firm
Flat Abs
A shot of Gold
With a salty kiss
Body shots do
Beat
Sniper's shots
And with a swallow
I ?do disarm
Them?
Can you get an STD from reading these blogs tonight?
Post Apocalypse
I live in no man's land
No man in sight
I am in bed
A bed no man has
Slept in
This new world
Is really a world
I left behind
I have returned
To noman's land
If I could strip away
Every layer
Disect all things
With a steel magic wand
Would I see what
Others see?
Would anyone see
What is there at all?
When moods change
Like the weather
When freinds come and go
Like the tides
What we remember
May be only
Muscle memory
And not the truth at all
I hurt regularly
I hope regularly
I imagine daily
To keep my muscle memory
I keep my heart beating
I keep my hand outstretched
I never forget how to feel
Even if subconsciously
Many thanks to all who commented on my last blog. Not a nasty comment to be found. Now that says something. There are numerous people on this site who are considerate, caring, sweet, supportive and generous.
nothing wrong with that.
i will have lived an extraordinary life.
all those who have inspired me, will be remembered in my art/writing
it is a beautiful thing, you
please know you are a jewel.