Well Thats Good


I have not been as active on my blog as I have been in the past and I thought at first that I had become wondering-deficient. It was not until I stepped away from the great carnival that occurs in the U.S. every four years ( there is a lesser one every two years for those who suffer withdrawals ) that I realized my process of ” wondering why” had not disappeared it had merely been inundated with sloppy political brew. Upon that realization and having taken an “everyday life” shower to rid myself of the cloying scent of ” election projection” I experienced a sort of “wonderment revival”, and felt the need to speak out and be heard, to be laughed with and at, and to attempt clarification of the biological and literalogical? conundrum involving taste, smell, good and well. What the hell, here we go and lets all hope this turns out swell!

We all know that our overall sense of taste depends a great deal on our sense of smell, right? So that means that if we do not smell good then of course our food will not taste good. Or in other words if we do not taste good then we are not smelling well. If this happened to me, should I then go to my Dr. and ask her to taste me so as to determine if I was well enough to smell, or would that only indicate that smelling good was merely a precursor to tasting good or would I really be visiting the wrong office? Since tasting good is really not the puzzle I was hoping to solve; since eating was the thing I wanted involved, I think I’ll tackle (football season in America) the problem from another direction.

I wish to eat and I want to enjoy my dinner. I want my food to taste good. If that is to occur then I must smell well. Do I need to go back to the Dr. who can tell me if I smell well enough to taste good, or does she even care, just as long as I don’t smell so bad that she can stand to be close enough to tell if I indeed do smell well.[ BTW Can a Dr. tell if you are well by the way you smell? I only know one way to smell and that is through my nose and if that is not good enough to tell, oh well!]

Huh! So far I still have not eaten , I do not know if the food tastes, let alone smells, good , or well ; I don’t even know if I am well enough to tell, and if I were to tell the Dr. that she smells well, would she ever see me again ? Or would I have to wait until I tasted good enough to smell well then make another appointment or should I take  chance that I will taste well enough to smell my way to the restaurant and just make a reservation ?  If I made a reservation would anybody come?    If it smelled good maybe?……….. Should I ask the Dr. to marry me ?

What’s love got to do with it ?


A little love here, a little love there, doesn’t seem to matter where, you drop the line, cause who is to care, just positive feelings radiating out somewhere.  Yeah, right. Try playing that tune with a jealous soul, or a person with no self esteem, try it with the reverend of the church, his take on it will pertain to his flock. Not enough nuances to cover the word, not enough adjectives to describe it, without looking into the eyes. Not enough crawling out from under the shell, too many take things verbatim; go to hell! If one cannot think out side of their box, I will still love them but not how they thought !

Happy holidays !


I really do not know if this is the proper season for this discussion but it is on my mind ; so before I forget about it, I open with [ “our baser sensibilities ” ] !

Humans will try to breath anything .  If you do not believe this, just try not to !

We will try to drink anything ! If one does not think so, one should look around in the bars, in the fields, in the homes, in our cars. I do not say this bodes well for the human race.

People have tried to eat every substance on Earth ! and probably a few things from beyond !  How else would we know what poisons our system?

EVERY body thinks about sex. Even when the chaste deny, when the bohemian acts, when the ignorant wonder, when the school children experiment, with or without shame; in the oceans, skies, caves,cars,houses hotels and barns, people think, wonder, dream, philosophise and talk about it. There is no escaping the world without having had some sort of thought, misgiving, aspiration or repulsion, reaction or proaction to sex! So that having been said, I am back off to bed and try to recover my dreams.  Good night !

from the tip of my tongue


yes my dear i can hear, yes i will for as long as i am this i can promise you for as long as life lives and lovers give this i can promise you

of course i can see why do you ask and of course i will for as long as i am asked and that i promise you

is that your hand, yes i thought so, feel alright  why yes you should know that i can promise you and it will last for as long as you ask, every one feels and that much i can promise you

the taste of honeydew and the love on your lips why should i not be able to savor the flavor of love from now until the ends of the earth, it is certain this i do promise you

the scent buried in my mind of honeysuckle and sunshine is embedded deep in side what is that you cant think that i could not yes the promise remains

follow yes do not tarry rather hurry the light is growing dim and your voice seems mute though the promise is given the smell of love and the sweet taste of us  why the bitter hurry now i promised you are you coming where are you  come on now i promised

 

threehundredandsixtyfivedaysandsomehours


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!

 

Blind Luck


Love is blind, we know all too well, blind love can easily lead one to hell

On earth, for emotion so strong may blind even the most astute

Scholar of iridescent feelings, and cause the unravelling of controlled will.

Search carefully , certainly with eyes and mind both clear,

Be sure the reflection between two is a mirror,

Because uneven vision combines to create a potent state of peril!

Run not into love , blind as a bat.

Walk in and enjoy till eyes see the complete

Picture composed , when true hearts do meet.

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!