Been there, done that…. and have the “scars” to prove it.
It’s a nice thought, but reality indicates otherwise.
Some promises seem so simple when they are uttered,
yet so difficult to keep. Such is life. 😉
This just struck me as humorous.
Bitter cold greats my morning commute
Crystalline branches bow a salute
Angry soil yearns for bare feet
Longing to feel sweet summer heat
Headlights reveal something ahead
A tiny object, living or dead
Piece of brown paper or tree bark perhaps
With realization, my heart in collapse
Source of this movement now I do see
Burning red eyes pleading with me
Don’t leave me here to suffer this fate
My pain and my fear you now must abate
The soft dullen thud felt to my core
Compassion can be such a wicked old chore
No further pain nor frost-bitten chill
Such was his life, a cold bitter pill
A poor rabbit’s tale of pain and of fear?
Or wicked reflection in my morning mirror?
The answer is there for all who will see
For I am the rabbit, the rabbit is me
I’ve been very busy lately with work and life, but have wrapped myself in a cocoon of music the entire time. Here a few lines from songs I’ve been playing, singing and ruminating on for the last few weeks and months.
(I left out Dragula by Rob Zombie because that is only when I’m in a “Fuck You” mood.
– Dig through the ditches, burn through the witches. Slam in the back of my Dragula- “Freak” rock about the Munster’s car, gotta love it. SHIT, so much for leaving it out. If you don’t like it…Fuck you! Hahahaha
– Hate me today Hate me tomorrow Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you Hate me in ways Yeah,
ways hard to swallow Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you
Ed Sheeran – Thinking Out Loud
Edwin McCain – I’ll Be
Lifehouse – You and Me
Hinder – Lips of an Angel
Chris Isaak – Wicked Game
3 Doors Down – Here Without You
Blue October – Hate Me
Stained – Ouside
3 Doors Down – Kryptonite
Goo Goo Dolls – Iris
I heard, and here I sit
Will you contact me
Now that he’s gone
Your promise gone along with him
Wait, did you make that promise to him
Or did you make it to yourself
I guess THAT is the real question, isn’t it
And the answer is, Yes
I know very little anymore
Far less than I once thought I knew
Yet I know this
It would be nice to talk with you again
About nothing in particular
Simply shoot the breeze
Is that even possible after everything
But I had to ask
Knowing an answer will never come
I’m just talking to myself, Again…….
So here is the deal… I think one of the most healthy things a person can do is laugh. Laugh at themselves and other people. Laugh at the joy and the pain, at the good and the bad. Not take life so damn seriously all the time. Disabilities, race, religion, gender, etc. They can all be funny if not meant in a mean or hurtful way. Just people poking fun at life and it’s challenges. We all have them. So if you are offended by this, sucks to be you. Your insecurity is not my problem.
Lighten up and laugh a little because this is some funny shit.
I have a confession.
I love Rosa (The burrito lady)
She comes to me (my office) each morning
with the most delicious hand made
burritos known to mankind
Bacon/potato, sausage/egg, ground beef, diced beef, chorizo and egg (OMG)
each one hand rolled with love, in a delicate flour tortilla…..
But then there are her tacos.
Not just any taco
Deep fried tacos of glorious chicken or beef.
I cannot contain my human urges
My lust is palpable when the office assistant rings me to say, “Rosa is here”
I go for the chicken and add her special sauce
making it extra hot, just the way I like it