just wanted to let everyone who is important to me (you know who you are) know i'm thinking of you and hoping your holidays are safe and happy! this life of mine wouldn't be anywhere near as fruitful and worthwile if it weren't for those who are close to me- so thank you all, i love you!
happy holidays, here's to continued happiness for many days and years to come!
**i do however, want to announce one very special i love you and happy holidays to my lovely girlfriend Emily!! you're amazing hun, each day is brighter because of you... our first holiday season together is here, and i'm loving every moment of it. :-)
12.24.2004
Holiday Greetings From Corduroy Land
just wanted to let everyone who is important to me (you know who you are) know i'm thinking of you and hoping your holidays are safe and happy! this life of mine wouldn't be anywhere near as fruitful and worthwile if it weren't for those who are close to me- so thank you all, i love you!
happy holidays, here's to continued happiness for many days and years to come!
**i do however, want to announce one very special i love you and happy holidays to my lovely girlfriend Emily!! you're amazing hun, each day is brighter because of you... our first holiday season together is here, and i'm loving every moment of it. :-)
happy holidays, here's to continued happiness for many days and years to come!
**i do however, want to announce one very special i love you and happy holidays to my lovely girlfriend Emily!! you're amazing hun, each day is brighter because of you... our first holiday season together is here, and i'm loving every moment of it. :-)
12.12.2004
In a Perfect World
Just a thought...
Anti-Stuff
(December 2003)
I don’t need anything like that, he remarks.
I don’t care.
I won’t judge my existence by a figure or a count.
I don’t care.
Cause things will come and things will go.
And I don’t care.
What I need is care and trust.
The kind you forge through love not lust.
Things don’t make me happy.
Things don’t make my day.
But things can ruin a man.
In many countless ways.
When echoes of happiness lay dying on a shelf.
Because long ago the goal he made was self.
To obtain more in hopes of finding satisfaction.
When all it ushered in was clutter.
A useless growing collection.
(The world today is all about material possessions- the fat getting fatter. I absolutely loathe this, so I wrote the above statement- my equivalent of a pressure cooker top releasing steam. Posessions should never measure a soul, and we should never utilize accumulated “stuff” as a barometer for success and happiness. More is more, simply put, not better or better off. Our lives shall be measured by the love we give, the love we receive, and the bonds and friendships that we value. As per usual, I’m probably sounding like a perfect person, whom has no faults, but I assure you I’m not. This is just my “perfect world scenario” shining through. It derives from that “utopian thought factory” that we all posess in our souls.)
Anti-Stuff
(December 2003)
I don’t need anything like that, he remarks.
I don’t care.
I won’t judge my existence by a figure or a count.
I don’t care.
Cause things will come and things will go.
And I don’t care.
What I need is care and trust.
The kind you forge through love not lust.
Things don’t make me happy.
Things don’t make my day.
But things can ruin a man.
In many countless ways.
When echoes of happiness lay dying on a shelf.
Because long ago the goal he made was self.
To obtain more in hopes of finding satisfaction.
When all it ushered in was clutter.
A useless growing collection.
(The world today is all about material possessions- the fat getting fatter. I absolutely loathe this, so I wrote the above statement- my equivalent of a pressure cooker top releasing steam. Posessions should never measure a soul, and we should never utilize accumulated “stuff” as a barometer for success and happiness. More is more, simply put, not better or better off. Our lives shall be measured by the love we give, the love we receive, and the bonds and friendships that we value. As per usual, I’m probably sounding like a perfect person, whom has no faults, but I assure you I’m not. This is just my “perfect world scenario” shining through. It derives from that “utopian thought factory” that we all posess in our souls.)
In a Perfect World
Just a thought...
Anti-Stuff
(December 2003)
I don’t need anything like that, he remarks.
I don’t care.
I won’t judge my existence by a figure or a count.
I don’t care.
Cause things will come and things will go.
And I don’t care.
What I need is care and trust.
The kind you forge through love not lust.
Things don’t make me happy.
Things don’t make my day.
But things can ruin a man.
In many countless ways.
When echoes of happiness lay dying on a shelf.
Because long ago the goal he made was self.
To obtain more in hopes of finding satisfaction.
When all it ushered in was clutter.
A useless growing collection.
(The world today is all about material possessions- the fat getting fatter. I absolutely loathe this, so I wrote the above statement- my equivalent of a pressure cooker top releasing steam. Posessions should never measure a soul, and we should never utilize accumulated “stuff” as a barometer for success and happiness. More is more, simply put, not better or better off. Our lives shall be measured by the love we give, the love we receive, and the bonds and friendships that we value. As per usual, I’m probably sounding like a perfect person, whom has no faults, but I assure you I’m not. This is just my “perfect world scenario” shining through. It derives from that “utopian thought factory” that we all posess in our souls.)
Anti-Stuff
(December 2003)
I don’t need anything like that, he remarks.
I don’t care.
I won’t judge my existence by a figure or a count.
I don’t care.
Cause things will come and things will go.
And I don’t care.
What I need is care and trust.
The kind you forge through love not lust.
Things don’t make me happy.
Things don’t make my day.
But things can ruin a man.
In many countless ways.
When echoes of happiness lay dying on a shelf.
Because long ago the goal he made was self.
To obtain more in hopes of finding satisfaction.
When all it ushered in was clutter.
A useless growing collection.
(The world today is all about material possessions- the fat getting fatter. I absolutely loathe this, so I wrote the above statement- my equivalent of a pressure cooker top releasing steam. Posessions should never measure a soul, and we should never utilize accumulated “stuff” as a barometer for success and happiness. More is more, simply put, not better or better off. Our lives shall be measured by the love we give, the love we receive, and the bonds and friendships that we value. As per usual, I’m probably sounding like a perfect person, whom has no faults, but I assure you I’m not. This is just my “perfect world scenario” shining through. It derives from that “utopian thought factory” that we all posess in our souls.)
12.11.2004
John Mayer Has a TV Show
yep, that's right... indeed! john mayer does have a television show, and yes it is so creatively named "john mayer has a tv show". it's shown over the vh1 airwaves, and although i don't know the set time for it's airing i believe it's a weekly type show during december- though i may be mistaken. i caught it the other night while channel flicking and was so drawn to it that i hope to catch it again in the future.
i know i know, you're probably thinking, "come on, john mayer is for the chicks, and he's just another teen heart-throb" and all that shit.... all of which i have a rebuttal for- john mayer's music is skilled and admirable, and he's a funny cat to boot. there's something about his music, of which even we men can see, that just speaks from that forgotten place hidden deep in the corner's of our heart and soul. it's one part comical, followed by seriousness. it's heartfelt, contrasted by cynicism; and poignent all the while being vague and thought provoking at the same time. having said all that, it's just easy to listen to his style and approach to musical storytelling- while straying from the dylan-esque meets allman brothers "rambling man" novel approach.
so, while steering clear of my own rambling man tendencies, i'll truncate this thought progression a bit and "quit while i'm ahead".
quite simply, ya just gotta love john mayer! and now ya gotta check out the tv show...
i know i know, you're probably thinking, "come on, john mayer is for the chicks, and he's just another teen heart-throb" and all that shit.... all of which i have a rebuttal for- john mayer's music is skilled and admirable, and he's a funny cat to boot. there's something about his music, of which even we men can see, that just speaks from that forgotten place hidden deep in the corner's of our heart and soul. it's one part comical, followed by seriousness. it's heartfelt, contrasted by cynicism; and poignent all the while being vague and thought provoking at the same time. having said all that, it's just easy to listen to his style and approach to musical storytelling- while straying from the dylan-esque meets allman brothers "rambling man" novel approach.
so, while steering clear of my own rambling man tendencies, i'll truncate this thought progression a bit and "quit while i'm ahead".
quite simply, ya just gotta love john mayer! and now ya gotta check out the tv show...
John Mayer Has a TV Show
yep, that's right... indeed! john mayer does have a television show, and yes it is so creatively named "john mayer has a tv show". it's shown over the vh1 airwaves, and although i don't know the set time for it's airing i believe it's a weekly type show during december- though i may be mistaken. i caught it the other night while channel flicking and was so drawn to it that i hope to catch it again in the future.
i know i know, you're probably thinking, "come on, john mayer is for the chicks, and he's just another teen heart-throb" and all that shit.... all of which i have a rebuttal for- john mayer's music is skilled and admirable, and he's a funny cat to boot. there's something about his music, of which even we men can see, that just speaks from that forgotten place hidden deep in the corner's of our heart and soul. it's one part comical, followed by seriousness. it's heartfelt, contrasted by cynicism; and poignent all the while being vague and thought provoking at the same time. having said all that, it's just easy to listen to his style and approach to musical storytelling- while straying from the dylan-esque meets allman brothers "rambling man" novel approach.
so, while steering clear of my own rambling man tendencies, i'll truncate this thought progression a bit and "quit while i'm ahead".
quite simply, ya just gotta love john mayer! and now ya gotta check out the tv show...
i know i know, you're probably thinking, "come on, john mayer is for the chicks, and he's just another teen heart-throb" and all that shit.... all of which i have a rebuttal for- john mayer's music is skilled and admirable, and he's a funny cat to boot. there's something about his music, of which even we men can see, that just speaks from that forgotten place hidden deep in the corner's of our heart and soul. it's one part comical, followed by seriousness. it's heartfelt, contrasted by cynicism; and poignent all the while being vague and thought provoking at the same time. having said all that, it's just easy to listen to his style and approach to musical storytelling- while straying from the dylan-esque meets allman brothers "rambling man" novel approach.
so, while steering clear of my own rambling man tendencies, i'll truncate this thought progression a bit and "quit while i'm ahead".
quite simply, ya just gotta love john mayer! and now ya gotta check out the tv show...
12.07.2004
In My Own Mind
"I live in my own mind,
Ain't nothin but a good time" --Lyle Lovett
this song lyric is deeply representative of my own view of myself. i'm a thinker, but that doesn't mean i'm smart or intelligent necessarily. i'm observant and aware of my surroundings, but again it doesn't mean i have eyes and ears wrapped around my head at each successive degree. it's fun in my mind, it's entertaining and enlightening, it's dark and expressive too, but each day i'm able to create a "place" for me to reside and swirl around the goings on of this world and make sense of it all.
having said that, lately i haven't been able to grasp any sort of poignent topic or hyper entertaining bit of consciousness to write down here for all myself as well as anyone who may read this... thus the lapse in daily on-the-dot posts. it will come, time will tell, and "my own mind" will offer some form of spark somewhere down this tunnel of a road we call life... stay tuned...
Ain't nothin but a good time" --Lyle Lovett
this song lyric is deeply representative of my own view of myself. i'm a thinker, but that doesn't mean i'm smart or intelligent necessarily. i'm observant and aware of my surroundings, but again it doesn't mean i have eyes and ears wrapped around my head at each successive degree. it's fun in my mind, it's entertaining and enlightening, it's dark and expressive too, but each day i'm able to create a "place" for me to reside and swirl around the goings on of this world and make sense of it all.
having said that, lately i haven't been able to grasp any sort of poignent topic or hyper entertaining bit of consciousness to write down here for all myself as well as anyone who may read this... thus the lapse in daily on-the-dot posts. it will come, time will tell, and "my own mind" will offer some form of spark somewhere down this tunnel of a road we call life... stay tuned...
In My Own Mind
"I live in my own mind,
Ain't nothin but a good time" --Lyle Lovett
this song lyric is deeply representative of my own view of myself. i'm a thinker, but that doesn't mean i'm smart or intelligent necessarily. i'm observant and aware of my surroundings, but again it doesn't mean i have eyes and ears wrapped around my head at each successive degree. it's fun in my mind, it's entertaining and enlightening, it's dark and expressive too, but each day i'm able to create a "place" for me to reside and swirl around the goings on of this world and make sense of it all.
having said that, lately i haven't been able to grasp any sort of poignent topic or hyper entertaining bit of consciousness to write down here for all myself as well as anyone who may read this... thus the lapse in daily on-the-dot posts. it will come, time will tell, and "my own mind" will offer some form of spark somewhere down this tunnel of a road we call life... stay tuned...
Ain't nothin but a good time" --Lyle Lovett
this song lyric is deeply representative of my own view of myself. i'm a thinker, but that doesn't mean i'm smart or intelligent necessarily. i'm observant and aware of my surroundings, but again it doesn't mean i have eyes and ears wrapped around my head at each successive degree. it's fun in my mind, it's entertaining and enlightening, it's dark and expressive too, but each day i'm able to create a "place" for me to reside and swirl around the goings on of this world and make sense of it all.
having said that, lately i haven't been able to grasp any sort of poignent topic or hyper entertaining bit of consciousness to write down here for all myself as well as anyone who may read this... thus the lapse in daily on-the-dot posts. it will come, time will tell, and "my own mind" will offer some form of spark somewhere down this tunnel of a road we call life... stay tuned...
12.01.2004
Star Sixed... Unfortunately
Purchased another "unnecessary but necessary" item today- gotta love those! Dan dragged me to Newbury Comics (if you consider dragging as the correct verb) this evening, and for the first time in my abbreviated stay on this lovely planet, I did not know what I would purchase. Well, after long pause and consideration I came to the conclusion that I would do my boys from Somerville, MA a favor and buy their sendoff live CD. The band- Dispatch, the CD- All Points Bulletin. If you haven't been fortunate enough to know this band, I offer my regrets, as they are a solid representation of musical craft at its finest. Together for eight or so years, they've decided to call it quits (amicably) to pursue other (musical and unrelated) interests. Never signed to a major label, although many came calling, these three cats flew under the radar of most music radio and tv enterprises, not to mention music listeners nationwide. In an age where music is force fed and concocted in New York office buildings that scrape the sky, it is refreshing that this band stood the test of time; consistently putting out a quality heartfelt product while keeping true to their music, their fans, and most of all their own souls. I could go on for a while about why I am into their music and style, but I'll let you check 'em out and judge for yourself.
Recommended songs are: "Bats in the Belfry"; "Carry You"; "Walk With You"; "Small Change"; "Lightning"; "Flying Horses"; "Two Coins"; "Riddle"; "Bang Bang"; "The General"
Check 'em out at: http://www.dispatchmusic.com/
Recommended songs are: "Bats in the Belfry"; "Carry You"; "Walk With You"; "Small Change"; "Lightning"; "Flying Horses"; "Two Coins"; "Riddle"; "Bang Bang"; "The General"
Check 'em out at: http://www.dispatchmusic.com/
Star Sixed... Unfortunately
Purchased another "unnecessary but necessary" item today- gotta love those! Dan dragged me to Newbury Comics (if you consider dragging as the correct verb) this evening, and for the first time in my abbreviated stay on this lovely planet, I did not know what I would purchase. Well, after long pause and consideration I came to the conclusion that I would do my boys from Somerville, MA a favor and buy their sendoff live CD. The band- Dispatch, the CD- All Points Bulletin. If you haven't been fortunate enough to know this band, I offer my regrets, as they are a solid representation of musical craft at its finest. Together for eight or so years, they've decided to call it quits (amicably) to pursue other (musical and unrelated) interests. Never signed to a major label, although many came calling, these three cats flew under the radar of most music radio and tv enterprises, not to mention music listeners nationwide. In an age where music is force fed and concocted in New York office buildings that scrape the sky, it is refreshing that this band stood the test of time; consistently putting out a quality heartfelt product while keeping true to their music, their fans, and most of all their own souls. I could go on for a while about why I am into their music and style, but I'll let you check 'em out and judge for yourself.
Recommended songs are: "Bats in the Belfry"; "Carry You"; "Walk With You"; "Small Change"; "Lightning"; "Flying Horses"; "Two Coins"; "Riddle"; "Bang Bang"; "The General"
Check 'em out at: http://www.dispatchmusic.com/
Recommended songs are: "Bats in the Belfry"; "Carry You"; "Walk With You"; "Small Change"; "Lightning"; "Flying Horses"; "Two Coins"; "Riddle"; "Bang Bang"; "The General"
Check 'em out at: http://www.dispatchmusic.com/
11.28.2004
11.26.2004
Black Friday
An Haiku
(November 2004)
Gluttony part two
Our table tops are clean now
Shopping can commense
I'll preface this next ditty by apologizing if I offend anyone who completely disagrees with my mentality on this subject. I don't often feel the need to apologize for my beliefs and viewpoints, but since this has a general relation to the "holiday season" and "the season of giving", I wish to minimize any begrudging on either behalf.
See, it's just that I loathe with a passion the whole "it's christmas, go spend money" thing. I hate it, it's so superficial and backwards... but this society is stuck in this "thing" up to our botox inflated eyebrows and foreheads. Why the mad rush to basically trample those poor souls at the cash regsiters I mean, I'm not in disagreement with showering those you love with favors, gifts, and niceties, but why can't we do it all year, every month, rather than buying each person 12-15 boxes of wonder all for one day. This notion only perpetuates unhappiness and ungratefulness with those gifts we receive. If we were to spend the same effort, attention, and money on one special gift or offering maybe once a month or so, the effort would be much more appreciated and recognized. Maybe I'm wrong... but I just believe the whole "gift giving on a certain day" is out of control. Everything we see in this society, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, is in some way fashioned or tethered to this "capitalistic, superficial, materialistic" notion of gift splurge. We could better use our time and finances (as a nation) to come closer together and more tolerant of ourselves as a "national unit"- for we are still a divided, rifted nation.
I love the holiday spirit as much as the next guy/ girl- but I lean more towards the holiday we just tossed in the trash- Thanksgiving. No that's a time of sharing and togetherness! We eat together, we sleep together, we watch football together, we decorate and cook together, but most of all... we don't feel the need to spend exorbitant amounts of money of "stuff". Best of all, this notion is agreed upon- together!!
(November 2004)
Gluttony part two
Our table tops are clean now
Shopping can commense
I'll preface this next ditty by apologizing if I offend anyone who completely disagrees with my mentality on this subject. I don't often feel the need to apologize for my beliefs and viewpoints, but since this has a general relation to the "holiday season" and "the season of giving", I wish to minimize any begrudging on either behalf.
See, it's just that I loathe with a passion the whole "it's christmas, go spend money" thing. I hate it, it's so superficial and backwards... but this society is stuck in this "thing" up to our botox inflated eyebrows and foreheads. Why the mad rush to basically trample those poor souls at the cash regsiters I mean, I'm not in disagreement with showering those you love with favors, gifts, and niceties, but why can't we do it all year, every month, rather than buying each person 12-15 boxes of wonder all for one day. This notion only perpetuates unhappiness and ungratefulness with those gifts we receive. If we were to spend the same effort, attention, and money on one special gift or offering maybe once a month or so, the effort would be much more appreciated and recognized. Maybe I'm wrong... but I just believe the whole "gift giving on a certain day" is out of control. Everything we see in this society, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, is in some way fashioned or tethered to this "capitalistic, superficial, materialistic" notion of gift splurge. We could better use our time and finances (as a nation) to come closer together and more tolerant of ourselves as a "national unit"- for we are still a divided, rifted nation.
I love the holiday spirit as much as the next guy/ girl- but I lean more towards the holiday we just tossed in the trash- Thanksgiving. No that's a time of sharing and togetherness! We eat together, we sleep together, we watch football together, we decorate and cook together, but most of all... we don't feel the need to spend exorbitant amounts of money of "stuff". Best of all, this notion is agreed upon- together!!
Black Friday
An Haiku
(November 2004)
Gluttony part two
Our table tops are clean now
Shopping can commense
I'll preface this next ditty by apologizing if I offend anyone who completely disagrees with my mentality on this subject. I don't often feel the need to apologize for my beliefs and viewpoints, but since this has a general relation to the "holiday season" and "the season of giving", I wish to minimize any begrudging on either behalf.
See, it's just that I loathe with a passion the whole "it's christmas, go spend money" thing. I hate it, it's so superficial and backwards... but this society is stuck in this "thing" up to our botox inflated eyebrows and foreheads. Why the mad rush to basically trample those poor souls at the cash regsiters I mean, I'm not in disagreement with showering those you love with favors, gifts, and niceties, but why can't we do it all year, every month, rather than buying each person 12-15 boxes of wonder all for one day. This notion only perpetuates unhappiness and ungratefulness with those gifts we receive. If we were to spend the same effort, attention, and money on one special gift or offering maybe once a month or so, the effort would be much more appreciated and recognized. Maybe I'm wrong... but I just believe the whole "gift giving on a certain day" is out of control. Everything we see in this society, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, is in some way fashioned or tethered to this "capitalistic, superficial, materialistic" notion of gift splurge. We could better use our time and finances (as a nation) to come closer together and more tolerant of ourselves as a "national unit"- for we are still a divided, rifted nation.
I love the holiday spirit as much as the next guy/ girl- but I lean more towards the holiday we just tossed in the trash- Thanksgiving. No that's a time of sharing and togetherness! We eat together, we sleep together, we watch football together, we decorate and cook together, but most of all... we don't feel the need to spend exorbitant amounts of money of "stuff". Best of all, this notion is agreed upon- together!!
(November 2004)
Gluttony part two
Our table tops are clean now
Shopping can commense
I'll preface this next ditty by apologizing if I offend anyone who completely disagrees with my mentality on this subject. I don't often feel the need to apologize for my beliefs and viewpoints, but since this has a general relation to the "holiday season" and "the season of giving", I wish to minimize any begrudging on either behalf.
See, it's just that I loathe with a passion the whole "it's christmas, go spend money" thing. I hate it, it's so superficial and backwards... but this society is stuck in this "thing" up to our botox inflated eyebrows and foreheads. Why the mad rush to basically trample those poor souls at the cash regsiters I mean, I'm not in disagreement with showering those you love with favors, gifts, and niceties, but why can't we do it all year, every month, rather than buying each person 12-15 boxes of wonder all for one day. This notion only perpetuates unhappiness and ungratefulness with those gifts we receive. If we were to spend the same effort, attention, and money on one special gift or offering maybe once a month or so, the effort would be much more appreciated and recognized. Maybe I'm wrong... but I just believe the whole "gift giving on a certain day" is out of control. Everything we see in this society, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, is in some way fashioned or tethered to this "capitalistic, superficial, materialistic" notion of gift splurge. We could better use our time and finances (as a nation) to come closer together and more tolerant of ourselves as a "national unit"- for we are still a divided, rifted nation.
I love the holiday spirit as much as the next guy/ girl- but I lean more towards the holiday we just tossed in the trash- Thanksgiving. No that's a time of sharing and togetherness! We eat together, we sleep together, we watch football together, we decorate and cook together, but most of all... we don't feel the need to spend exorbitant amounts of money of "stuff". Best of all, this notion is agreed upon- together!!
11.25.2004
I love the way leafless branches look against a grey sky...
November Grey
(November 2004)
Oak tree, strong and stately
The agressor
His naked extremities reaching skyward
Cold and grey
A wind pushing forcefully
At his northern face
Exposed and bare
This season, she’s flat and lifeless
But not in a somber way
Not in a negative way
November is full of beautiful days
More like a welcome mat
Or accessible way
As if Saturday
Go on, roll in the grass
Take the time to smell the scent
Of Poplar leaves, a dying waft of brilliance
Nature’s gift to a fall passerby
Of which few will ever notice
I’m constantly surprised and bewildered by the general consensus of fall/ winter= bad. Now don’t get me wrong, most people do like the early to mid fall where vibrant colors fill the landscape to the brim, but a lot of people also turn off their “pleasant vision filter” as soon as the vista becomes more dull and grey. This, to me, is when this world seems most alive and vivid. It’s like mother nature’s soul shining through to us all- that deeper beauty where pureness and uniqueness shine through, catching ones eye. Late fall is raw, the smell of dead leaves fills the air, grass becomes a golden yellow shag carpet streaked with green, and sidewalks feel more cold and firm that they ought to. Our space feels less cluttered, and openness is given new meaning, almost as if truth and honesty are beckoned from on high. We can see through wooded areas where once only the creatures of the forest traveled- now sharing this space with our eyes and our curious stare. Everything is so sparse and bare, that it pulls me in so far that I wouldn’t dream of leaving- because true beauty is always found in the inner workings, the soul, the truth, and the pure grit of humankind. We’ve been modeled after mother nature…
(November 2004)
Oak tree, strong and stately
The agressor
His naked extremities reaching skyward
Cold and grey
A wind pushing forcefully
At his northern face
Exposed and bare
This season, she’s flat and lifeless
But not in a somber way
Not in a negative way
November is full of beautiful days
More like a welcome mat
Or accessible way
As if Saturday
Go on, roll in the grass
Take the time to smell the scent
Of Poplar leaves, a dying waft of brilliance
Nature’s gift to a fall passerby
Of which few will ever notice
I love the way leafless branches look against a grey sky...
November Grey
(November 2004)
Oak tree, strong and stately
The agressor
His naked extremities reaching skyward
Cold and grey
A wind pushing forcefully
At his northern face
Exposed and bare
This season, she’s flat and lifeless
But not in a somber way
Not in a negative way
November is full of beautiful days
More like a welcome mat
Or accessible way
As if Saturday
Go on, roll in the grass
Take the time to smell the scent
Of Poplar leaves, a dying waft of brilliance
Nature’s gift to a fall passerby
Of which few will ever notice
I’m constantly surprised and bewildered by the general consensus of fall/ winter= bad. Now don’t get me wrong, most people do like the early to mid fall where vibrant colors fill the landscape to the brim, but a lot of people also turn off their “pleasant vision filter” as soon as the vista becomes more dull and grey. This, to me, is when this world seems most alive and vivid. It’s like mother nature’s soul shining through to us all- that deeper beauty where pureness and uniqueness shine through, catching ones eye. Late fall is raw, the smell of dead leaves fills the air, grass becomes a golden yellow shag carpet streaked with green, and sidewalks feel more cold and firm that they ought to. Our space feels less cluttered, and openness is given new meaning, almost as if truth and honesty are beckoned from on high. We can see through wooded areas where once only the creatures of the forest traveled- now sharing this space with our eyes and our curious stare. Everything is so sparse and bare, that it pulls me in so far that I wouldn’t dream of leaving- because true beauty is always found in the inner workings, the soul, the truth, and the pure grit of humankind. We’ve been modeled after mother nature…
(November 2004)
Oak tree, strong and stately
The agressor
His naked extremities reaching skyward
Cold and grey
A wind pushing forcefully
At his northern face
Exposed and bare
This season, she’s flat and lifeless
But not in a somber way
Not in a negative way
November is full of beautiful days
More like a welcome mat
Or accessible way
As if Saturday
Go on, roll in the grass
Take the time to smell the scent
Of Poplar leaves, a dying waft of brilliance
Nature’s gift to a fall passerby
Of which few will ever notice
11.24.2004
Bad Bush
Because of Bush, I'm now a "red denizen"... well according to this map!
Looks like I didn't have to move to Maple Leaf territory after all- I'm already there!
Looks like I didn't have to move to Maple Leaf territory after all- I'm already there!
Bad Bush
Because of Bush, I'm now a "red denizen"... well according to this map!
Looks like I didn't have to move to Maple Leaf territory after all- I'm already there!
Looks like I didn't have to move to Maple Leaf territory after all- I'm already there!
As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days...
... but damn sam I love a woman that rains...
It's raining today- and those that know me sure know that I'm a huge fan of rain. It's a calming event for me. And yes, I see it as an event in and of itself. I sit and enjoy it sometimes, just hearing it, feeling it, and taking it all in. I don't care what time of year it is (well, during snow season it can be a cramp in your side) and how it rains, I just love it. In my mind, November was created for grey, gloomy, damp, wood stove and coffee type days. They're made for choppin' wood, cleaning up the last of Autumn's fallen glory, and tossing a football around with Jr. in the yard. Rain just enhances these late fall aspects. I can't articulate my feelings completely, so I'll retire from trying...
Here's something I wrote about rain:
Rain
(April 2004)
Let everyone move
As quickly as they may
To their shelter
To their solace
Let them escape from their day
When the rain comes to call
I take the opposite view
No running, no hiding
I relish it, I love thy rain
I’m a minority
Soothing to me
It comforts like a warm cup of tea
Gray skies warm my heart
Performing their cold, raw part
To never make me wish to flee
The gloomy skies don’t offer a scare
They are welcomed
They are embraced
Like a cozy, comfy chair
They say some people walk in the rain
While others just get wet
I say why walk?
When I can run
And splash more yet
So when the rains do give way
To a sunny, brighter day
I begin to pine
For that gray, content way
That I become when it rains
Soothing me
Healing me
Feeling more like me
It's raining today- and those that know me sure know that I'm a huge fan of rain. It's a calming event for me. And yes, I see it as an event in and of itself. I sit and enjoy it sometimes, just hearing it, feeling it, and taking it all in. I don't care what time of year it is (well, during snow season it can be a cramp in your side) and how it rains, I just love it. In my mind, November was created for grey, gloomy, damp, wood stove and coffee type days. They're made for choppin' wood, cleaning up the last of Autumn's fallen glory, and tossing a football around with Jr. in the yard. Rain just enhances these late fall aspects. I can't articulate my feelings completely, so I'll retire from trying...
Here's something I wrote about rain:
Rain
(April 2004)
Let everyone move
As quickly as they may
To their shelter
To their solace
Let them escape from their day
When the rain comes to call
I take the opposite view
No running, no hiding
I relish it, I love thy rain
I’m a minority
Soothing to me
It comforts like a warm cup of tea
Gray skies warm my heart
Performing their cold, raw part
To never make me wish to flee
The gloomy skies don’t offer a scare
They are welcomed
They are embraced
Like a cozy, comfy chair
They say some people walk in the rain
While others just get wet
I say why walk?
When I can run
And splash more yet
So when the rains do give way
To a sunny, brighter day
I begin to pine
For that gray, content way
That I become when it rains
Soothing me
Healing me
Feeling more like me
As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days...
... but damn sam I love a woman that rains...
It's raining today- and those that know me sure know that I'm a huge fan of rain. It's a calming event for me. And yes, I see it as an event in and of itself. I sit and enjoy it sometimes, just hearing it, feeling it, and taking it all in. I don't care what time of year it is (well, during snow season it can be a cramp in your side) and how it rains, I just love it. In my mind, November was created for grey, gloomy, damp, wood stove and coffee type days. They're made for choppin' wood, cleaning up the last of Autumn's fallen glory, and tossing a football around with Jr. in the yard. Rain just enhances these late fall aspects. I can't articulate my feelings completely, so I'll retire from trying...
Here's something I wrote about rain:
Rain
(April 2004)
Let everyone move
As quickly as they may
To their shelter
To their solace
Let them escape from their day
When the rain comes to call
I take the opposite view
No running, no hiding
I relish it, I love thy rain
I’m a minority
Soothing to me
It comforts like a warm cup of tea
Gray skies warm my heart
Performing their cold, raw part
To never make me wish to flee
The gloomy skies don’t offer a scare
They are welcomed
They are embraced
Like a cozy, comfy chair
They say some people walk in the rain
While others just get wet
I say why walk?
When I can run
And splash more yet
So when the rains do give way
To a sunny, brighter day
I begin to pine
For that gray, content way
That I become when it rains
Soothing me
Healing me
Feeling more like me
It's raining today- and those that know me sure know that I'm a huge fan of rain. It's a calming event for me. And yes, I see it as an event in and of itself. I sit and enjoy it sometimes, just hearing it, feeling it, and taking it all in. I don't care what time of year it is (well, during snow season it can be a cramp in your side) and how it rains, I just love it. In my mind, November was created for grey, gloomy, damp, wood stove and coffee type days. They're made for choppin' wood, cleaning up the last of Autumn's fallen glory, and tossing a football around with Jr. in the yard. Rain just enhances these late fall aspects. I can't articulate my feelings completely, so I'll retire from trying...
Here's something I wrote about rain:
Rain
(April 2004)
Let everyone move
As quickly as they may
To their shelter
To their solace
Let them escape from their day
When the rain comes to call
I take the opposite view
No running, no hiding
I relish it, I love thy rain
I’m a minority
Soothing to me
It comforts like a warm cup of tea
Gray skies warm my heart
Performing their cold, raw part
To never make me wish to flee
The gloomy skies don’t offer a scare
They are welcomed
They are embraced
Like a cozy, comfy chair
They say some people walk in the rain
While others just get wet
I say why walk?
When I can run
And splash more yet
So when the rains do give way
To a sunny, brighter day
I begin to pine
For that gray, content way
That I become when it rains
Soothing me
Healing me
Feeling more like me
11.22.2004
U.S.A?
<>I like to write... what it is I can't pretend to label. However, from time to time I'll post some sort of my failed, shady, upside down poetry here. Here's one I wrote recently...
United Superficial Americans? (U.S.A)
He's too...
She's too...
We all can come up with inserted answers
But why?
Why are we as a nation
Driven to a shallow perception
A meaningless search for the superficial
And endless effort spent on "perfect"
Why?
Why does "a few extra" mean fat?
Why can't we be ourselves?
100 per cent of the time, our own
Let our real beauty show
Let our true colors bleed and flow
Why?
Can we have our own mind?
What about how I believe?
If I'm different, then I'm wrong
Or if I'm just not the perfect image
Or image of perfection
Again I'm wrong
But why?
For what?
A few more pennies in someones porcelain bank
With no one but themselves to thank
Posters create a rush
To copy, to imitate, and blush
The market becomes its own worst
Enemy is fear
Our agenda is now clear
More, more, more
And again- why?
Where did the real stuff go?
Where is our conscience?
And our faith in the deeper side
Where is the road not taken?
And a beautiful, wonderful
Blissful pride...
In the real, in the me, in the you
In the true
This world has become so entangled in superficiality. I see it every day, and it bother's me. It bothers me so much and so deeply, that I think and write about it often and freely. I don't have a problem with style, but come on people, where's the substance. A brilliant, famous architect bythe name of Frank Lloyd Wright believed in a concept called, "form following function". How cool and original is that?! We must first think of utility and function for something, then and only then can we design it's aesthetics. This can pertain to anything from clothing and cars, shoes to handbags, and hand-tools to homes. We need to accept that some people think and act differently, and some people don't jump at the "trendy" or the "cool". We need to appreciate people, life, and things for what they are and not what we want them to be...
I'm stepping down off of my soapbox now- sorry to all those who may now think that I think I'm perfect- i'm not, I can assure you.
Good-day...
United Superficial Americans? (U.S.A)
He's too...
She's too...
We all can come up with inserted answers
But why?
Why are we as a nation
Driven to a shallow perception
A meaningless search for the superficial
And endless effort spent on "perfect"
Why?
Why does "a few extra" mean fat?
Why can't we be ourselves?
100 per cent of the time, our own
Let our real beauty show
Let our true colors bleed and flow
Why?
Can we have our own mind?
What about how I believe?
If I'm different, then I'm wrong
Or if I'm just not the perfect image
Or image of perfection
Again I'm wrong
But why?
For what?
A few more pennies in someones porcelain bank
With no one but themselves to thank
Posters create a rush
To copy, to imitate, and blush
The market becomes its own worst
Enemy is fear
Our agenda is now clear
More, more, more
And again- why?
Where did the real stuff go?
Where is our conscience?
And our faith in the deeper side
Where is the road not taken?
And a beautiful, wonderful
Blissful pride...
In the real, in the me, in the you
In the true
This world has become so entangled in superficiality. I see it every day, and it bother's me. It bothers me so much and so deeply, that I think and write about it often and freely. I don't have a problem with style, but come on people, where's the substance. A brilliant, famous architect bythe name of Frank Lloyd Wright believed in a concept called, "form following function". How cool and original is that?! We must first think of utility and function for something, then and only then can we design it's aesthetics. This can pertain to anything from clothing and cars, shoes to handbags, and hand-tools to homes. We need to accept that some people think and act differently, and some people don't jump at the "trendy" or the "cool". We need to appreciate people, life, and things for what they are and not what we want them to be...
I'm stepping down off of my soapbox now- sorry to all those who may now think that I think I'm perfect- i'm not, I can assure you.
Good-day...
Let's Get Rollin'
I'm hoping that this thing doesn't turn into an abandoned idea, and that I utilize it for the good of my sanity and those that find solace in it (haha, who the hell would enjoy my inner workings). I'll either start it off with wild abandon or like a fluttering leaf on it's way to the ground- who knows. All I do know is that I have a mind, I use it every minute of every day, and there are times when I want "the world" to read the thoughts that come out of my mind! So... here we go, please feel free to comment to me on anything you see here! {first post= history... but surely not the kind you'd find in a text somewhere, lol}
U.S.A?
I like to write... what it is I can't pretend to label. However, from time to time I'll post some sort of my failed, shady, upside down poetry here. Here's one I wrote recently...
United Superficial Americans? (U.S.A)
He's too...
She's too...
We all can come up with inserted answers
But why?
Why are we as a nation
Driven to a shallow perception
A meaningless search for the superficial
And endless effort spent on "perfect"
Why?
Why does "a few extra" mean fat?
Why can't we be ourselves?
100 per cent of the time, our own
Let our real beauty show
Let our true colors bleed and flow
Why?
Can we have our own mind?
What about how I believe?
If I'm different, then I'm wrong
Or if I'm just not the perfect image
Or image of perfection
Again I'm wrong
But why?
For what?
A few more pennies in someones porcelain bank
With no one but themselves to thank
Posters create a rush
To copy, to imitate, and blush
The market becomes its own worst
Enemy is fear
Our agenda is now clear
More, more, more
And again- why?
Where did the real stuff go?
Where is our conscience?
And our faith in the deeper side
Where is the road not taken?
And a beautiful, wonderful
Blissful pride...
In the real, in the me, in the you
In the true
This world has become so entangled in superficiality. I see it every day, and it bother's me. It bothers me so much and so deeply, that I think and write about it often and freely. I don't have a problem with style, but come on people, where's the substance. A brilliant, famous architect bythe name of Frank Lloyd Wright believed in a concept called, "form following function". How cool and original is that?! We must first think of utility and function for something, then and only then can we design it's aesthetics. This can pertain to anything from clothing and cars, shoes to handbags, and hand-tools to homes. We need to accept that some people think and act differently, and some people don't jump at the "trendy" or the "cool". We need to appreciate people, life, and things for what they are and not what we want them to be...
I'm stepping down off of my soapbox now- sorry to all those who may now think that I think I'm perfect- i'm not, I can assure you.
Good-day...
United Superficial Americans? (U.S.A)
He's too...
She's too...
We all can come up with inserted answers
But why?
Why are we as a nation
Driven to a shallow perception
A meaningless search for the superficial
And endless effort spent on "perfect"
Why?
Why does "a few extra" mean fat?
Why can't we be ourselves?
100 per cent of the time, our own
Let our real beauty show
Let our true colors bleed and flow
Why?
Can we have our own mind?
What about how I believe?
If I'm different, then I'm wrong
Or if I'm just not the perfect image
Or image of perfection
Again I'm wrong
But why?
For what?
A few more pennies in someones porcelain bank
With no one but themselves to thank
Posters create a rush
To copy, to imitate, and blush
The market becomes its own worst
Enemy is fear
Our agenda is now clear
More, more, more
And again- why?
Where did the real stuff go?
Where is our conscience?
And our faith in the deeper side
Where is the road not taken?
And a beautiful, wonderful
Blissful pride...
In the real, in the me, in the you
In the true
This world has become so entangled in superficiality. I see it every day, and it bother's me. It bothers me so much and so deeply, that I think and write about it often and freely. I don't have a problem with style, but come on people, where's the substance. A brilliant, famous architect bythe name of Frank Lloyd Wright believed in a concept called, "form following function". How cool and original is that?! We must first think of utility and function for something, then and only then can we design it's aesthetics. This can pertain to anything from clothing and cars, shoes to handbags, and hand-tools to homes. We need to accept that some people think and act differently, and some people don't jump at the "trendy" or the "cool". We need to appreciate people, life, and things for what they are and not what we want them to be...
I'm stepping down off of my soapbox now- sorry to all those who may now think that I think I'm perfect- i'm not, I can assure you.
Good-day...
Let's Get Rollin'
I'm hoping that this thing doesn't turn into an abandoned idea, and that I utilize it for the good of my sanity and those that find solace in it (haha, who the hell would enjoy my inner workings). I'll either start it off with wild abandon or like a fluttering leaf on it's way to the ground- who knows. All I do know is that I have a mind, I use it every minute of every day, and there are times when I want "the world" to read the thoughts that come out of my mind! So... here we go, please feel free to comment to me on anything you see here! {first post= history... but surely not the kind you'd find in a text somewhere, lol}
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