A questing thought occurred with a restless glimpse across the arcade at her face. In the background, the rat-a-tat-tatt bing-a-bing-a-bing of the games surrounded what was a rather sedate and deeply pure entrance into a meditative state. One of internalization and winsome, drifting dreams. Simply put her facade exhibited a world inside that seemed to somehow beckon. What might one do to enter it? That was the question th...
Standing out here out on a mesa in these high desert plains and hearing what sounds like voices on the wind that’s softly blowing, and I am stretching imagination and nerves to hear what they seem to be saying. Knowing that the path I have followed is right which the Tao has decided and directed those of us chosen to find that single Essential Truth that shines in our minds like a mission. As I stand here in the dark red...
Standing here and knowing that we are all flawed and at times seem to be stuck with the things we aren’t proud of, along with the decisions that we have made that turn into those thoughts that torture our dreams and seem to cripple our souls. There times when I, or rather we hate being out here and it seems to be like a nightmare, and sometimes asking ourselves if God is out there and allowing those thoughts to exist and...
Every step of the way we walk the line and in most cases, we get what we deserve, as your days are numbered and so are mine. While time seems to be piling up as we seem to struggle and scrape with there being no place to escape to as we all feel like we are boxed in. With just more games to be played by them with their jukebox tears, and they seem to be lookin’ out at the cotton fields for some sort of dignity that passes...
What is dying Mommie?Will all of me cease to be?Of all that I am and all that I've been,Is there nothing left of me?I believe in Heaven Mommie and think that's where I'll be.When you come Mommie, please try, oh try and find me. I am not sure exactly when Katy wrote this heartbreaking poem and only found out about it today, (6/27/17). My mother discovered it in Katy's room about a week after Katy passed and felt it would...
Standing here taking in all of what was seen, and wondering if I act accordingly will each minute count for something in all eternity? With conviction seeming to be following all the accusations made, and the crimes and misdemeanors are all clearly undefined with them still giving away time to be served of some kind. While all look around for their possibilities down by the riverside, as the leaves slowly turn brown with...
All around me are the views of familiar faces that seem to be going nowhere, and has me recalling the familiar places I left behind as tears seem to be a way to fill their glasses as they sit in the Old Man’s Bars and wait for the day they die the slow death they have chosen. Looking right through most of them and being very easy to file them in a convenient drawer much like an old library card catalogue. Now it seems as...
I am a stranger in a strange land standing here alone at the balcony railing, as I have done so often in the past looking down watching the scene un-fold below. With it, all like being something out of Dylan’s Desolation Row, and being able to see all yet, not being seen. As I stand here in reflective thought and contemplating the reason(s) or the folly of my being here as I stand here uninvited to this dance, as usual.Wh...
It has been a long, long night of waiting until my dreams come true, those dreams of you, my sweetest and bestest friend. Now, as I stand in a doorway in the dark light of the sun, out near to that long winding road that leads to your door, and as I start the journey to you; I'll eat when hungry and drink when I'm dry and, live my life on the square. You seem to be lost, in this crazy landscape of emotion(s), which have b...
Rising from the mist of memory are the recollections of those I have seen and known in both battle and the times in-between. With me still feeling the stings of some undone wars that still rage like a fire out of control. Making me feeling a bit unsteady and wanting to hold on, even after leaving that place that never felt like home to the one that did. And still there are those who through either ignorance or their idea(...
Standing here on a wooded ridge feeling the fine drizzling rain in my face here in the North Country Fair, and feeling as if I had wiped the dust from my hands and the sleep from my eyes and being aware of changes taking place. As I find myself standing here and am reminded of when I stood in a dark doorway and looked out at that temple of life when I attempted to try and live my life upon the square as I looked to the sk...
Once again I find myself making my way down the line and this time I haven’t heard that old Highway 61 call, and knowing exactly where I have been and now have had most of my yesterdays tagged and filed away as I watch all roll by. And that Girl from The North Country Fair sits waiting while dreaming of fields of sunflowers bent over in the snow, as she knows that the time will soon arrive to have all start over again and...
Sitting here upon a wooden chair, and seeing the filtered sunlight coming in as I sit with my back to the wall again. Looking up and seeing myself surrounded by both shelves and stacks of books, and feeling these tired eyes of mine renewed by this comforting sight here. It's like seeing all of my old friends gathered here with me in one room. And feeling that double dose of that silver bullet caffeine kicking in. As I loo...
Sixteen years have passed and every second seems like a lifetime, and those years that have passed are like some sort of banner, or pennant flying over the field. A place where it seems there are both desperate women and men who are all divided trying to make some sort of getaway through the fallen leaves. Hearing what I thought was fortune calling to me, and I stumbled to my feet and left the shadows where I was sitting,...
I am finding it increasingly difficult to witness chaotic confusion at work without letting it bother me. Three hours into my day and I want to scream over the radio “EVERYONE CALM THE FUCK DOWN”!!, but instead I will calm down and vent here. Lucky you.You see, the problem is, most of my staff is not “seasoned.” They have no idea what mid-March and spring break will bring us. I do. A fucking flood of people with unimagina...
