Seems like a flow chart of my life .. Craft Beer (check), go to the psychologist (check), in my happy place (check)… ahhh….. that’s all just a silly post as I am sometimes just a silly goose (this being one of those times if you did not notice)
Sometimes I am just me, thinking about my failures, trying to be a better person, not some avatar for hopes and dreams, we all are peaks and valleys… even when we wish to be mountains observing it all… I want to be a mountain, but maybe that is why mountains are in a range, there is more, than just… one.
musical thoughts… I was listening to the blues for most of the day, specifically BB King, I can not tell you why, just was in the mood, maybe the rain on my roof… not sure, I didn’t pick up one of my own guitars, I was letting others speak to me, so far…
I don’t quite live in the city. I don’t quite live in suburbia. I exist somewhere in between. I pass by lots of concrete but also lots of leaves (this time of year, at least). Back to my point, my thrust… You should find beauty, wherever you may go.
A speck, something to upturn the day. A face – in a cloud, A face – in a crowd. A child’s smile, a child’s laugh, a child crying. Often if I hear a child crying I will smile (wait… hear me out)… For I was once that child, it is the purest sound, of life. For I was a child once, not so long ago (at least in cosmic time). Crying over something simple but we are just larger children now, worrying about larger things. But what is the difference between a switch of licorice and a mortgage ?
I saw a stream by the roadside. I should have stopped when spontaneity threw it’s hook out. I should have pulled over. But I did not. But I should. To find beauty in a moment. I truly should… endeavor to find beauty, wherever I may go.
Notes… I have posted some photos recently on this blog (you probably noticed)… I am literally trying the above, but not just photos… with my words, we will see how it goes, I want to focus on life… because I am alive now! we all feel immortal, until…
I can not tell you what a dopey smile that brings to my face… the hours playing that utterly iconic game… but check out her other stuff, awesomely talented player … and she covers all sorts of the geek realms..
I have been battling a sinus infection for some days… wrapped up in my room, like a tomb just trying to get back to myself. Sinus infections are like migraines inside your face, you can literally touch the pain and push it around inside the spaces behind and around the eyes. Not complaining, just explaining. Just something I deal with… people have it much worse than me… although I must admit I am waiting for the day when lack of breath will kill me.. it almost did a few times when I was a teen, asthma attacks where they had to jack me full of adrenaline…. where I was pacing about for 2 days unable to sleep. I have nightmares of drowning and it is odd always knowing what most likely will be my ultimate end… lack of breath.
I wrote these today out on the porch, in conjunction. In fact I wrote the second poem in the middle of the first and then finished the first. The older couple interrupted my mojo but then inspired it… life is indeed strange these days, I hope it remains that way.
“coming of the rain” 7.4.2018
among all this bounty
how can I feel such sorrow
the coming of the rain
far off rumbling
tremors in the air
the birds feel cautious
not the usual songs of summer
perhaps it is the fireworks
non rhythmic throngs
of bursts of bombs
leaves, here and there, begin to twitch
seem to have met their marks
as my country celebrates
I sit here
for the coming of the rain
an older couple walking down the street
speaking in a foreign language
(russian I think)
they seem content
as much as body language presents
reflections on the side of my car
as they pass
might I know their story
and be distracted from my own
DMK Note… I used the term “older couple” on purpose… I had to help my father do something the other day and he remarked that the client we were meeting is a strange young guy. That guy had to be at least 20 years my elder… so I wanted to have the reader of this poem use their own idea of “older”… it is so relative, I will not reveal how old the couple walking actually was, it does not matter.
whimsy. I have two whole days off (a rarity) so I will be out and about here in New Jersey digging for fossils… yes, you can do that here. One of the best kept secrets of NJ (ahem, besides myself) is Big Brook Park. You are allowed to just hop in and dig (so I do). But anyway here is a silly little thing I threw together the other day while looking at my stat page (as most of us surely do here on wordpress). Surely this is an inside joke for wordpress folks only… so, find art wherever you may roam (or blog).
free with a plan
view site stats plan
pages and posts
as close as I come to “commercial” music… R.I.P. Shannon, saw these guys at woodstock 94 (maybe I will tell you about that sometime, I wonder where Jodi is…hope you are well out there!), they were great… “No Rain” – Blind Melon