It's late.
I'm a bit tired, but feeling creative.
Introspective.
Insightful.
Utterly unwound.
And I don't want to get in bed.
Because this feeling is one I rarely have.
I'm always too busy
or too drunk
or too consumed by the minutae of everyday.
I don't usually see the beauty around me.
I'm not watching for the things that spark this mind of mine.
I think I need to forget the small stuff
put down the bottle
and just enjoy this life as it floats on by.
December 29, 2007
Why can't we all just love each other?
This country is divided.
It's full of factions
sects
glorified high school cliques.
And none of them seem to like each other.
One clan calls the other fags,
sinners,
niggers.
The other strikes back with morons,
WASPs
crackers.
Most don't ever say these words.
But they think them
and the hate that broods beneath the surface shows.
We are a nation
a world
a singular people
divided.
Why can't we all,
in a world that lets us connect as never before,
just love each other?
Our differences are what make the world go round.
They advance the conversation,
They develop our collective mind.
But lately, it seems we do not want to know what lies ahead.
We'd rather cling to what we have
and march backwards into the oblivion from which we came.
For those of you that believe in a higher power,
love is the ticket to a happy eternity.
For those of you that don't,
love is the ticket to a happy today.
It's full of factions
sects
glorified high school cliques.
And none of them seem to like each other.
One clan calls the other fags,
sinners,
niggers.
The other strikes back with morons,
WASPs
crackers.
Most don't ever say these words.
But they think them
and the hate that broods beneath the surface shows.
We are a nation
a world
a singular people
divided.
Why can't we all,
in a world that lets us connect as never before,
just love each other?
Our differences are what make the world go round.
They advance the conversation,
They develop our collective mind.
But lately, it seems we do not want to know what lies ahead.
We'd rather cling to what we have
and march backwards into the oblivion from which we came.
For those of you that believe in a higher power,
love is the ticket to a happy eternity.
For those of you that don't,
love is the ticket to a happy today.
December 17, 2007
Things I've noticed.
The best feeling I can ever recall
is the just-right form of a well-worn mitt on my hand.
Creamy brown leather wraps my hand like a loving mother as I cross the street.
I always knew my glove wasn't the most expensive
nor the biggest
nor the newest.
And I used to always see that.
But one day I just knew,
"This is mine, and nothing else could be better"
Because with a friend like that,
Who needs anything else?
Well, recently I've begun to feel that way about other things.
Friends.
Family.
Almost family.
They all have their faults, I know.
They are close-minded,
impatient,
conservative,
overbearing.
But you know what?
Only I know these things.
And I finally get why that's a good thing.
is the just-right form of a well-worn mitt on my hand.
Creamy brown leather wraps my hand like a loving mother as I cross the street.
I always knew my glove wasn't the most expensive
nor the biggest
nor the newest.
And I used to always see that.
But one day I just knew,
"This is mine, and nothing else could be better"
Because with a friend like that,
Who needs anything else?
Well, recently I've begun to feel that way about other things.
Friends.
Family.
Almost family.
They all have their faults, I know.
They are close-minded,
impatient,
conservative,
overbearing.
But you know what?
Only I know these things.
And I finally get why that's a good thing.
I think now is the time to talk.
I am getting married to this girl soon,
And she has been with another.
Not by her choice,
but by that of a man that was bigger than her,
but didn't act that way.
He pushed her down.
He pushed himself in.
And, though he says he regrets it now,
that man committed an act that took away a young woman's rights,
confidence,
and most of all, trust.
She was strong.
I admire her for that.
She pushed up her chin,
and turned up the corners of her mouth
while she could have, should have been turned upside down.
I helped, I think.
Tried not to act as though my insides weren't ripped clean from my body.
Tried not to act as though we lost something only the two of us should have ever shared.
Tried not to show the anger, the rage, the resentment that boiled inside.
But there was only so much I could do.
I wasn't there.
I couldn't stop it.
I couldn't put up a fight.
I couldn't take a swing in the name of the one I love.
But no matter.
We cried.
We cried.
We cried.
We cried.
We talked.
We talked.
We talked.
We talked.
We built.
We built.
We built.
We built.
We built a palace on top of this rubble.
And now we're going to live in it
for the rest of our time on this earth.
So here's to you,
you rat-bastard shell of a man.
I hate hate hate hate hate you,
but you've brought me closer to the only one I want to be near.
And for that, I suppose, I forgive you.
And she has been with another.
Not by her choice,
but by that of a man that was bigger than her,
but didn't act that way.
He pushed her down.
He pushed himself in.
And, though he says he regrets it now,
that man committed an act that took away a young woman's rights,
confidence,
and most of all, trust.
She was strong.
I admire her for that.
She pushed up her chin,
and turned up the corners of her mouth
while she could have, should have been turned upside down.
I helped, I think.
Tried not to act as though my insides weren't ripped clean from my body.
Tried not to act as though we lost something only the two of us should have ever shared.
Tried not to show the anger, the rage, the resentment that boiled inside.
But there was only so much I could do.
I wasn't there.
I couldn't stop it.
I couldn't put up a fight.
I couldn't take a swing in the name of the one I love.
But no matter.
We cried.
We cried.
We cried.
We cried.
We talked.
We talked.
We talked.
We talked.
We built.
We built.
We built.
We built.
We built a palace on top of this rubble.
And now we're going to live in it
for the rest of our time on this earth.
So here's to you,
you rat-bastard shell of a man.
I hate hate hate hate hate you,
but you've brought me closer to the only one I want to be near.
And for that, I suppose, I forgive you.
December 14, 2007
Content.
Well, it has finally settled in.
In 9 short months my life will change.
I'll be in a different house,
and my mate will replace my mates.
I'll be married.
Wow.
The boy who looks like he's 16
and acts like he's 12
will officially be grown up.
Trippy, eh?
Most men worry about hanging on to their manhood.
Losing my boyhood is what worries me.
In 9 short months my life will change.
I'll be in a different house,
and my mate will replace my mates.
I'll be married.
Wow.
The boy who looks like he's 16
and acts like he's 12
will officially be grown up.
Trippy, eh?
Most men worry about hanging on to their manhood.
Losing my boyhood is what worries me.
December 3, 2007
Right now, your parents miss you.
Mark Fenske wrote that. Van Halen said it. I think we all know it.
This web comic (I didn't think I'd ever find a meaningful one of those, by the way) really made me think about how many people out there really care about what happens to me. And conversely, how many people I should show how much I care, too.
Copy and paste the link below to check out "Animal Crossing".
http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/11/animalcrossing_mirror.jpg
This web comic (I didn't think I'd ever find a meaningful one of those, by the way) really made me think about how many people out there really care about what happens to me. And conversely, how many people I should show how much I care, too.
Copy and paste the link below to check out "Animal Crossing".
http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/11/animalcrossing_mirror.jpg
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