July 8, 2003
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lax
I’m asking permission
To take your hand
For a sip-slap conversation.
There,
The window seat is
An offering for view -
You’ll see baggage passing
Calloused palms
Piled high on rusty bed
After bed.
Damaged goods transfer
At Grand Central
Where they’re inspected for
Scratches and scuff
Marks and
Ownership.
They’re snaking through the terminal.
They’ll tumble down the chute
Onto an ogling line but
Some pass more hands than others.
They’re blurred alike but only one is mine.
How many are yours.
Regardless and so,
We’ll have a sip
Or I’ll take over
Where they left it.———————–
Fall of the Cowboy (Remington)So, my bill hit the floor but it just isn’t the right time for something like that. The recall measure is in full swing and Standard/Poor’s just issued a warning for the state. Man, trouble. Still, it’s the first bill of its kind (esp. on the state level). It’ll resurface later. The formula is actually pretty innovative (if you’re asking me… ha!). Good stuff.
You know, I had an epiphany a few years back. I woke up in the middle of the night, staring at the ceiling, terrified. The rat race gets pretty tempting but I’m trying to stay above the fray. Somehow, I’m hoping to live life with purpose. Sure, some days are a grind but that’s to be expected. But those days need to be a means to an end rather than one second of a lifelong drone & buzz.That night, I saw a fat, middle-aged and balding me, sitting at a desk. Successful, maybe. But looking back on years lean with meaning. It’s a slow, quiet slide from point here to B. And it ain’t easy going back. So, I resolved to live differently, to hold my ground. Maybe part of it is disposition but a good portion is just choice.
It’s a good afternoon.
But man, it’s hot. Eye-of-the-Tiger: I’m going for a run.—————–
Now listening to:
ahhh yeah.“or your mattress is FREEEEEEEEE!“
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Comments (13)
what an interesting site u have here. i will now subscribe!
don’t know much about politics but I’d vote for you!
lots of double meaning in this poem… we’re thinking… I think the imagery is jsut right.
Bo’
thasnk for nice comment on my coolness. the narcissist in me thanks you
your dogs are way too much. i sent them a mental hello. hope they recieved.
sounds like youare fated not to live sucha meaningless existence. besides you are God’s beloved and you sound like you are communing with him. he definitely has much more and greater things in store for you. so the whole fatbald and unhappy thing seems removed from the reality you are meant to live
eye of the tiger. what a great motivation factor. hope you jabbed a coupel of punches post run and felt all manly and such
ps my favorite seat is window. muha liek you wanted to know but beacuse you metnion in poem i must celebrate!
poem = thanks
thk u for your writings…they always upLift me …inspire me…and push me….i love the ~peep~ i m constantly getting into ur **beautiful** world….u r jsut like a “faraway fren”—far & yet so near…
catch some twinkless today..wun u???
Cher’
Sampson says to Happy: “Quit stealing my photoshoot. He was taking a picture of me, not you. Are you making that innocent/sweet look again? Stop it! It’s my photo, I want to be the cute one!”
lol now you think I am insane, don’t you? By the way, why’s there no picture of Bear?
you know it!
party on, party people, let me hear some noise…
i’m not sure how the guy will do in the nba if he makes it.. i doubt he’d be in dallas though..
You sound like your life is a great deal better than the rat race. You are making a difference. Very people can say that. I wish I could.
I am still delusional and wish every day to be filled with celestial meaning. Result is continual disappointment, and worse, boredom.
Being good is oh-so-staggeringly boring, being bad WILL get me to that existence “lean with meaning” (superbly put!). What to do?
very nice site and you are a thinker.
K&D is cool, btw.