tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59837081067032152222024-03-08T08:49:35.836-08:00Something Strange, Something NotSomething New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-63026648297671065412009-01-29T00:53:00.000-08:002009-01-29T00:54:28.835-08:00Sad to Write, Tears to SpeakSo here we are.<br /> Family, friends, and acquaintances.<br /> I have no clue who else is there but<br /> this is for you, too.<br /> For my brothers, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles,<br /> face I've forgotten, and faces I'll never let go.<br /><br /> Someone we love has passed on,<br /> has moved on.<br /> Something that is hard to grasp at the moment.<br /> A woman we all love, in our own way;<br />something death cannot take away.<br />I know some here witnessed her birth and youth,<br />some of you grew up together,<br />or have always looked up to her<br />even if you had to look down as you got older.<br /><br />As I continue on, I realize today is for us, these words are for us.<br />All these tears, hugs, and spent emotions are for us.<br />But the wonderful things she gave us,<br />the learned things,<br />or those we've always known<br />are here, as well.<br /><br />To my brothers,<br />its up to us to carry on her will,<br />things we hold in our hearts,<br />and things we never knew she gave us.<br />For every situation I am in<br />I can hear my mother's voice and guidance<br />speaking to me.<br />My mother,<br />forgive me<br />OUR mother<br />will always be with us and she will be passed on through us.<br />Whether it be children, words of wisdom,<br />or that look that used to stop me in my tracks<br />and let me know:<br />You have royally messed up.<br />My brothers Adam and Zach, please be strong.<br />People love you and you know mom will always be looking after you.<br />So, what, could go wrong?<br /><br />To Albert,<br />what can I possibly tell you?<br />My love and respect you have<br />earned a million times over.<br />In you I have witnessed<br />the strength and the will<br />to live through the pain of decay.<br />To the dawn of a new day,<br />I salute you.<br /><br />What else can I say on this day of loss<br />but<br />to live on to sing her song.<br />She loved us all.<br />We miss you mom.<br />Regardless if you are just a thought,<br />or a prayer away.<br />See you one day,<br />someday.Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-52502411141794973372009-01-29T00:45:00.001-08:002009-01-29T00:47:35.055-08:00For Jim<div style="text-align: center;">Belly button lint<br />tell me your story<br />Where did you come from?<br />Oh! Where are you going?<br />I find you<br />lodged<br />in my belly.<br />But on the bright side I get to pick you out.<br />So, seriously,<br />how did you get there?<br />I pick you away<br />yet you always come back.<br />I guess we were meant to be.<br />Friends,<br />but no more<br />'cause frankly,<br />You kind of disgust me.<br /></div>Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-80881716661111504902009-01-29T00:35:00.000-08:002009-01-29T06:36:21.540-08:00Reassembly<div style="text-align: center;">In a state of nonexistence<br />I defy the odds<br />and quickly pull myself together<br />because if I am going to accomplish anything,<br />it has to start here.<br />Cast off and brushed aside<br />I have been left to a void<br />which any thing will wisely avoid.<br /><br />I collect and I gather cells, atoms,<br />and if I'm lucky,<br />my body parts,<br />into something resembling my former self.<br />Using all focus and concentration<br />I cannot even use this time apart to gather my thoughts.<br />But time apart led me here<br />or maybe I did,<br />but I really don't have<br />a moment to waste.<br />A moment without her<br />burns like an eternity<br />in hell.<br /><br />So, once torn and broken,<br />I've now pulled myself together.<br />And feeling confident but not overly,<br />I say fuck a plan.<br /><br />And I move to make a stand.<br />It felt like forever<br />but she had just walked out the door.<br /><br />I take the heart she has in her hand,<br />my heart,<br />which she has just ripped out of my chest<br />and take it back.<br /><br />But I have no clue how to put this bloody pump back into my chest...<br />and its been mine my whole life.<br />But it took her two seconds and instinct to rip it out.<br /><br />Well, fresh meat, anyone?<br /></div>Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-56905040341174024192009-01-29T00:27:00.000-08:002009-01-29T00:34:17.893-08:00Street dreamsI walk down a street<br />that has a story.<br />I know nothing about.<br />So I make up my own.<br />This path leads to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Never where</span>.<br />A place that never was,<br />but always is.<br />A place that has no secrets,<br />yet tells no tales.<br />It is what it is<br />and it is what it isn't.<br />Its occupants come and go.<br />But you'd never know.<br />It changes with time,<br />but I'm not aware how.<br />It was here a baby was born.<br />It was over there a god was seen<br />wearing fake devil horns on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hollow's</span> eve.<br />They say the first story never<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">penned</span> was never told<br />by a blind traveler who saw everything<br />and forgot it the next instant.<br />Here lies<br />the first stone stolen<br />from the first pyramid.<br />Built by a drunk to keep the roach<br />he captured under a cup from getting out.<br />I think that one was made up.<br />But who cares.<br />That stoop sitter will start a war,<br />commission a new compiled history<br />once he wins simply to make it a true story.<br />The bodies will be countless,<br />but he'd damn all hell<br />if he'd let a good story<br />go to waste.Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-70486665711723560952009-01-29T00:09:00.000-08:002009-01-29T00:26:59.170-08:00AwakeShe questioned the ways<br />that I passed the days.<br />Her opinion was firm<br />and her words lingered in my mind.<br />She told me, "You seem lost and waiting for something."<br />"I'm not dead." I replied.<br />"Maybe not, " she said.<br />"But are you sure you're alive?<br />You'll know it, when you are." *<br /><br />We said our goodbyes<br />and went our seperate ways.<br />I tossed in my sleep<br />and I started to weep.<br />I cried myselt to relief<br />and I fell asleep.<br /><br />And woke with a dream<br />true and sweet.<br />So I made my own way<br />through the blooming day.<br />And I followed my heart<br />because it knew where to find her.<br /><br />And when I saw her, she knew.<br />"I've been waiting for you. " She smirked.<br />"I know." I told her.<br />And before I could act<br />I was tasting her lips<br />and resting my hands on her hips.<br /><br />It can't all be magic like this.Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-53453614257265937042009-01-29T00:02:00.000-08:002009-01-29T00:05:05.752-08:00Poem C789 AwayWhen I pass away<br />My memories will be lost<br />Like tears in the rain.<br />Have you ever tasted<br />My grandmother's food<br />or seen my grandfather's smile?<br />My story is history.<br />Will you even read the liner notes?<br />Am I worth your time?<br />I spend so much life dreaming<br />and dream so much about life.<br />When will I ever get them straight?Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983708106703215222.post-78620397269939089802009-01-28T23:56:00.000-08:002009-01-29T00:01:27.768-08:00Lust on my mindFrom this angle<br />I mengtally detangle<br />the ties that hold on her shirt.<br />Oh, no!<br />I look away and blush<br />because you are supposed to,<br />when caught.<br />but getting caught is only<br />an impetus, at best.Something New Everydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08602861607516811233noreply@blogger.com0