Start Over

Ahh, the stroke of the keypad feels rusty. The rhythym of the letters does not exist as a beat, a count, but rather as a rush and a rest, a starting and stopping.

My point of view has shifted so imperceptively but so very definitely, I suppose there should not be any wonder at the confusion that exists in my mind. I mean it IS still from behind the same eyes and from within the same mind I compose but with the emergence of a new facet built into wall of logic from whence the ideas flow it seems that the pull of the current steers the flow of the words onto and over the banks of the old stream of thought and begins cutting new channels that guide the impetus of expressed ideas and mores.

It really seems odd to me that the realization of what physical health means to the thinking being should change so much how that being expresses itself. Having come to that point I cannot deny what is so obviously true….I am not the same man I was two weeks ago. And that being said, even though my main thoughts and outlooks remain the same, enough variance exists that expressing those feelings is equal to revealing the thoughts of a comparative stranger.

When one declares from a platform familiar and steady the power of the words reflects the stability of the platform and when the platform exists in a state of flux the resolve of the words seems unsteady even to the hand that wields them.

Enough of self-revelation, for now it is enough to have restarted the engine and having goosed the throttle a little it is enough to have committed these few words to paper, it is enough to have acknowledged a new beginning.


When I get really really tired I like to hum.

Like at the end of a long long day

MMmm,   MMmmm  , Just hum.

To make myself feel happy when there is nothing left to say

I just press my lips together and vibrate my nasal cavity

MMmm,  MMmmm , Long hum

It shows the depths of my depravity

When exhibited with melancholy

MMmm, MMmmm  Ho- hum

Display your lack of energy

Please join in with all sincerity

MMmm, MMmmm, Lovely hum

Hum my ass

I mean bum

MMmm, MMmmm, Sassy hum

“Lost in Space” or “Between these Ears”

Time “lost” inside my head

Is not time lost at all.

How do I know myself today

Without incorporating what I learned yesterday?

I cannot find myself you know

Till I discover the secrets held in store

And how old changes into new

When unfamiliar ingredients are added to the stew.

The peril of growing stale as week-old bread

Sends me back to get lost instead

Deep in the confines of my own mind !

Be back shortly! Leave a message !


Having a blog to me

Is kinda like having a Christmas tree

Under which every morning I see

Presents so proudly laid out for me

From brothers and sisters all around the world

From mothers and fathers who give it a whirl

From friends all around who take time to wrap

Their thoughts and time and gifts of gab

Into comments and visits and smiles and views

That add understanding to the worlds news

Yeah having a blog to me

Is kinda like having a Christmas tree




I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something.  I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc.  Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.

One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?

Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?

Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .

BTW    I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!


Implied Consent?

Implications of changing lives. Let us say that as a sick,deluded, person you decide to ruin someone’s day by throwing a cat under someone’s car but the car never showed up? Our intended victim decided to stop for coffee that morning,thus throwing your timing completely off,and you are left standing on the corner with your cat out of the bag! The implications are immediately understood and you had best be getting off the street before you are accused of molesting your pussy!

But in a somewhat more realistic sense, think of circumstances that ,in hindsight you would wish to avoid. Say that a bus crash on an overpass occurred this morning and it was the bus you would normally have taken to work. You are happy that You weren’t on this bus. The implication would be that you, too would have been involved in this incident. But suppose you HAD boarded that bus and dropped your briefcase on the way in and because of this slight delay the bus was not in the exact spot at the exact time the crash had occurred and hence the accident never happened.

So what has this mental exercise proven? Maybe nothing at all, but it does seem to me that a judgement made solely on an implied idea may be best not acted on immediately. IE. I was at the convenience store with my pistol The store was robbed while I was there. (Implication)I robbed the store.( reality) because I was there with my pistol, I captured the robber and was a hero!

First Crush

I remember when I first saw you there at the race

I remember thinking, “That woman should sit upon a star

With a frame around her face.

then it seemed I would see you everywhere!

At the market, downtown,or in your car

And I could not but wonder how I never noticed you before.

When finally. I got the nerve to say hello, your smile blew me away

But still, for some reason I cannot say

I never asked and I don’t know why!

Just a dumb male, I must have been

Maybe though this counts as a win.

Cause your perfection lit up my eyes

We never had reason to fuss or fight

So your face brings me a smile no matter where

I think back to when I admired you so

And never will I ever  know

What could have been and tantamount it is to sin

Only because I never asked back then!

Could be nice, or BS! I just write this stuff!

I would like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony[If I actually knew how that is done] and buy someone a Pepsi[ I dislike Pepsi, but if everyone else drank it,there would be more Coke for me.] so that all the world could sing and shout, and dance around the square,[ That would be the center of a town] and do things they would normally  not dare! Like listen to the tunes of life, from the past and near the future[ which would be around now, being the present and instantly the past] so that we could have some fun and maybe nurture a new generation with forward thought and congenial attitude and enable our children to bring to life a brighter and more benign world where we could all enjoy our Coke, or Pepsi or whatever would be the thing of tomorrow in perfect harmony! What a gas![ hopefully that will be the past; or the future because biological function……….Have a nice future!

Well meaning smiles!

Smiles today seem sometimes to be far and few away, but the truth really lies when people forget manners  taught, such as thank you ma’am and excuse me sir and were among the most commonly heard words, along with Hello, and how do you do. Now folks forget the power, that lies innately within them; to meet their neighbor with gestures that require so little time, so a fondness can grow between them, Some choose a noxious selfish way, to attain what is thought deserved, and nothing is given.Would things not be better to earn with a bit of concern a direction that can be enjoyed? Say a  lady drops her bag and another quickly picks it up, then returned the mistrewn items back, before the crowd can trample all that is fallen, and smiles and waves, goes on his usual way not pretending to set an example? A smile is born even though there is no hero, where have we lost our way!? A man in a suit and tie is stranded by the road, a flat tire presents the obstacle; everyone else continues down the way the problem is not their own, but one man stops andvtakes a few moments of time to aid him on his way, then perhaps a kind, warm feeling, projects, but the hero is now long gone.Perhaps it occurs and it may be that the ex-stranded business man will think twice before he strays, when another soul with problems of her own, he  stops and offer some help as he can and feels the goodwill projected forth as he afterward continues along his way. What is a bit of time for us?, who have many minutes to spend, that we cannot choose to blow away a few bits of time now and then, and give what aid we may, just for the privilege to state, Sorry I am a bit late, but I felt the need to assist a person in dismay, Forgive me as I smile!

It is all rock and roll to me!; even the country!

It seems this is a perfect day for listening to music. Vickie and Seth bought a new pair of headphones and gave them to me in honor of Fathers Day.[Okay, I know that Hallmark made up the holiday so that they could fill the gap between Mothers day , and Independence Day] I am enjoying the tinninitis killer, {that is what I call it anyway} and the pure sound of Deep Purple, and Bread, Creedence Clearwater Revival, [what a name] , Train, Nickleback and Hinder , the Black Crows, …………Lord, how many bands have I listened to today? Of course every band and almost every song evoke memories of our past, but somehow make those memories current, if that is possible. Oh well it works for me. I have fallen into love, and cryed my eyes out over lost loves, and driven my vehicle like a madman, and simply felt safe and content due the talents of the artists, past and present, I have come to remember as if they were all an integral part of my life, even though I see the possibility many of them could have been, or would not be welcome in my home. Paradox? I do not care; the fact that they expressed their talents and were accepted is all that matters to me. Let the Enquirer Have the rest!  Hey, Kiss,  Beth! Later!