It is that season again and Jack has been breathing at the back of my neck. It is with mixed emotions that I welcome him.
I do so miss the sun on my face, but the cuddling time is nigh. It is a time when two, so close as to share the same place, can say nothing and in that so much.
The silence is comforting.
The rhythm of two hearts eases the tension and melts the cold grasp stress places on us.
Warmth shared as it was your own.
Leave the troubles of the world at the door to be washed away with the snow melting from your boots.
Join me.
We shall make paradise midst the throws and cushions of the couch and await the warmth of the Spring.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
oh bugger me
Out in the Park, on the bike, the chain whipping past
The last throws of summer, before the chilling winter blast.
The squirrels run amuck through the leaves loud as thunder
Are they having fun, yes this thought I do wonder.
I saw a murder in the Park, of course it was crows
And I must have counted 20 or 30 of those.
The sound is was haunting, eerie, spooky, yet cool
I can tell that old Alfred was far from a fool.
The light is waning and night draws closer still
Remember these thoughts, I always will.
Don’t you hate trying to write poetry? It seems like you get stuck in this silly rhyming and it never ends. I know that there are other styles and I never seem to find the time to actually explore them enough to learn their form. Sometimes I just want to capture those feelings in words for posterity sake.
The last throws of summer, before the chilling winter blast.
The squirrels run amuck through the leaves loud as thunder
Are they having fun, yes this thought I do wonder.
I saw a murder in the Park, of course it was crows
And I must have counted 20 or 30 of those.
The sound is was haunting, eerie, spooky, yet cool
I can tell that old Alfred was far from a fool.
The light is waning and night draws closer still
Remember these thoughts, I always will.
Don’t you hate trying to write poetry? It seems like you get stuck in this silly rhyming and it never ends. I know that there are other styles and I never seem to find the time to actually explore them enough to learn their form. Sometimes I just want to capture those feelings in words for posterity sake.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
not again....
Well I guess it was always inevitable, I mean after all it is my mind.
Needed sleep before going back into work.
Settled in and told myself...."We need to get some sleep"
the next 3 hours where like Sunday dinner at an Italian Families house...( No Offense because you will agree it is true)
It was like 20 different conversations all going on at the same time with each one competing to be heard over the rest. Each one escalating louder and louder.
Oh sure three was the occasional pause as a new course came out, but it was short lived and then back at it full bore.
It has been awhile and perhaps I though ( mistakenly of course ) that I could simple quiet them all and get a short nap, but I was WRONG.
It was like trying to rationalize with a bunch of two year old children. Although they may have been more receptive.
I thought I would just revisit this here since my friend R&V always laugh about "Just do it" or "Just breathe"
well off to argue with the minions once again
Needed sleep before going back into work.
Settled in and told myself...."We need to get some sleep"
the next 3 hours where like Sunday dinner at an Italian Families house...( No Offense because you will agree it is true)
It was like 20 different conversations all going on at the same time with each one competing to be heard over the rest. Each one escalating louder and louder.
Oh sure three was the occasional pause as a new course came out, but it was short lived and then back at it full bore.
It has been awhile and perhaps I though ( mistakenly of course ) that I could simple quiet them all and get a short nap, but I was WRONG.
It was like trying to rationalize with a bunch of two year old children. Although they may have been more receptive.
I thought I would just revisit this here since my friend R&V always laugh about "Just do it" or "Just breathe"
well off to argue with the minions once again
Monday, October 19, 2009
Phoenix -1901
Lyrics to 1901 :
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present -- they don't matter. Now the future's sorted out
Watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out.
It's 20 seconds 'til the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
Lie down, you know it's easy like we did it all summer long
And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
It's not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling
Girlfriend, you know your girlfriend's drifting away
Past and present, 1855-1901
Watch them build up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out
It's 20 seconds to the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey" Lie down, you know it's easy, like we did it all summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey" It's not a miracle we needed, and no, I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present -- they don't matter. Now the future's sorted out
Watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out.
It's 20 seconds 'til the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
Lie down, you know it's easy like we did it all summer long
And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
It's not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling
Girlfriend, you know your girlfriend's drifting away
Past and present, 1855-1901
Watch them build up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out
It's 20 seconds to the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey" Lie down, you know it's easy, like we did it all summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey" It's not a miracle we needed, and no, I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Autumn - where has the magic gone.
The trees are changing into their winter wear…leaves of colours and branches bare.
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.
The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.
This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.
Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.
Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.
This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.
...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.
The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.
This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.
Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.
Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.
This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.
...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Why make the Air Marshall raise your child?
Okay...it takes a village to raise a child has it's merits. However I don't think it affords the parents the ability to just check out.
I was on a flight the other day and a Family unit of four was assigned to the row of seats behind me...( AC DF ).
Of course the adults sat side by side and the 2 child units were across the aisle behind me. Mom instantaneously asleep, either out of exhaustion or taking advantage of the fact someone else would be stuck with the kids. Male figure ( I am guessing Mom's boyfriend and not biological father) trying to ignore the kids but perhaps guilted into dealing with them...
Kids are playing with the trays up/down up/down... nail polish??? do I smell nail polish on a plane. A tiny compartment where the air is recycled. Isn't that rude and shouldn't it be prohibited?
"Have we left the state yet??" "Is that Madeline's house?" what was next "Are we there yet?"
OMG I think I want the Air Marshall to taze them.
NEW FAA regulations should be parents sit in front of their kids or in the seat adjacent to them.
Don't make me suffer for your poor foresight to use contraception.
Now maybe that would be something I would pay extra for - No kids flight like a No Candy aisle at the market.
I was willing to bribe them $5 each to not say a word for the whole flight....and if the did they would have to pay me. (should have had the hutzpah to actually do it).
I was on a flight the other day and a Family unit of four was assigned to the row of seats behind me...( AC DF ).
Of course the adults sat side by side and the 2 child units were across the aisle behind me. Mom instantaneously asleep, either out of exhaustion or taking advantage of the fact someone else would be stuck with the kids. Male figure ( I am guessing Mom's boyfriend and not biological father) trying to ignore the kids but perhaps guilted into dealing with them...
Kids are playing with the trays up/down up/down... nail polish??? do I smell nail polish on a plane. A tiny compartment where the air is recycled. Isn't that rude and shouldn't it be prohibited?
"Have we left the state yet??" "Is that Madeline's house?" what was next "Are we there yet?"
OMG I think I want the Air Marshall to taze them.
NEW FAA regulations should be parents sit in front of their kids or in the seat adjacent to them.
Don't make me suffer for your poor foresight to use contraception.
Now maybe that would be something I would pay extra for - No kids flight like a No Candy aisle at the market.
I was willing to bribe them $5 each to not say a word for the whole flight....and if the did they would have to pay me. (should have had the hutzpah to actually do it).
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Inspiration Persperation Desperation
Well I was pondering the reasons why people blog. Where do they find their inspiration? What spawns the creative process?
For me it is a reactive/creative process. I become privy to, participate in a conversation about a topic. The topic sparks something in my mind that I feel the need to voice an opinion about.
Sometimes it is a lot of work, sometimes the rebuttal flows like a great river. Of late there is nothing but a dry river bed.
I am uninspired by the government. Actually I am sickened by the fact it resembles a 1st grade elementary class...Liar Liar pants on fire....I am rubber and your glue..... I'm not listening I'm not listening... well you get the picture.
I never feel desperate to write.... sure I feel guilty that I haven't written, I somehow feel that I owe the four people that read me something and it better not be dribble.
Lately though, the creative well has been empty. I perhaps have not been involved in any great debate, or intellectually stimulated enough to be creative.
It is not rock bottom, but it feels like it.
I am in a rut. I had an interesting conversation that touched on "Urinal Mint Mentality" but I didn't have anywhere to go with that really.
One of my dear Friends writes a lot and with all due respect even her posts have not sparked the creative juices in me. I do adore her and enjoy her blog, I dare say I miss it when she doesn't post.
There was a very controversial blogger that was a riot to read... the blogs were edgy and controversial... they often got me started on something or another... but "alas poor Yurik, I knew him well"... /thanks W.S.
I could try some poetry... perhaps.
Haiku - not so much.... :-(
Need a spark, need something to ignite the passion in my mind. I long for the fire to blaze and my synapses to go into overload with thoughts.
Ah I miss the days where I could not type (side note I type like crap and as slow as Molasses in January) fast enough to keep up with the ideas that were racing in my mind. I would lose track of where my tangential thoughts were taking me.
So I dream that soon I shall return to the mental plane where lively conversations abound and blogable thoughts are aplenty.
"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." - Albert Einstein
For me it is a reactive/creative process. I become privy to, participate in a conversation about a topic. The topic sparks something in my mind that I feel the need to voice an opinion about.
Sometimes it is a lot of work, sometimes the rebuttal flows like a great river. Of late there is nothing but a dry river bed.
I am uninspired by the government. Actually I am sickened by the fact it resembles a 1st grade elementary class...Liar Liar pants on fire....I am rubber and your glue..... I'm not listening I'm not listening... well you get the picture.
I never feel desperate to write.... sure I feel guilty that I haven't written, I somehow feel that I owe the four people that read me something and it better not be dribble.
Lately though, the creative well has been empty. I perhaps have not been involved in any great debate, or intellectually stimulated enough to be creative.
It is not rock bottom, but it feels like it.
I am in a rut. I had an interesting conversation that touched on "Urinal Mint Mentality" but I didn't have anywhere to go with that really.
One of my dear Friends writes a lot and with all due respect even her posts have not sparked the creative juices in me. I do adore her and enjoy her blog, I dare say I miss it when she doesn't post.
There was a very controversial blogger that was a riot to read... the blogs were edgy and controversial... they often got me started on something or another... but "alas poor Yurik, I knew him well"... /thanks W.S.
I could try some poetry... perhaps.
Haiku - not so much.... :-(
Need a spark, need something to ignite the passion in my mind. I long for the fire to blaze and my synapses to go into overload with thoughts.
Ah I miss the days where I could not type (side note I type like crap and as slow as Molasses in January) fast enough to keep up with the ideas that were racing in my mind. I would lose track of where my tangential thoughts were taking me.
So I dream that soon I shall return to the mental plane where lively conversations abound and blogable thoughts are aplenty.
"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." - Albert Einstein
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