Reality

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.

The Rabbit

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

On my mind….

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

• People fall in love in mysterious ways.  Maybe just the touch of a hand. 
• I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.
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• Something about you now, I can’t quite figure out. Everything she does is beautiful. Everything she does is right….. And I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you.
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• What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.
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• But girl you make it hard to be faithful, With the lips of an angel.
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• All the miles that separate, disappear now when I’m dreamin’ of your face.  I’m here without you baby, but you’re still on my lonely mind.

     –  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

 

• I can see through you, See to the real you.
• If I go crazy then will you still Call me Superman (or Batman)  
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• And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Tunes:

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

Wondering, I am

So

 I heard, and here I sit

wondering

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

Probably not

 But I had to ask

Knowing an answer will never come

I’m just talking to myself, Again…….

Funny shit (to me anyway)

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.

Taco Lust

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

Oh Rosa………..