Happen

I was not searching for anything I was surrounded by love from my friends and my family. At times I have found daisies ,sometimes in small groups sometimes alone, always I am surprised and maybe just a bit happier then only a moment before.If ever I've looked for them I've never found them intentionally, always happen on them by accidental coincidence.You are a daisy to me. A rare and welcome surprise .You stand alone your face to the sun your eyes opened wide, bright and smiling a welcome relief, an inviting sight I will enjoy your fragrance,I shall join you with a smile we shall enjoy the sunshine together and share wine in this summer whether or not we should or shall not live for a short while or live on forever.Just us two in this sun in this weather...

Happy

Welcome December the darkest month of the northern hemisphere ,Your color brown with hints of white,A month of holiday to help disguise the now resounding bleakness, Talk of a new year a new beginning ,hope for the future ,yet we are only given the present,any excuse to help distract from the harsh realities of winter, a seasonal haven for a malcontent...

Liers

Ah ha happy holiday,glad you could make it, I didn't think you cared, suddenly your here,sharing in the festivities such good feelings you share with me welcome home and merry go fuck yourself. Whoa what the fuck do you want this time, I got no money for you, you bled me dry.Hit the bricks bitch ,don't care anymore if you cry, tears are cheap memories are free ,freedom ain't easy but it suddenly suits me, beats me where you should go or what you should do,get along ,go on just be gone,oh and happy new year to you too,now let me introduce you to the tip of my shoe...

Why

You did wish me well you always knew the right things to say you even said the sweetest things the day you had to go away you always made me feel ok your a hero to me all that consideration such a unique awareness of how to comfort not just me but so many in so many ways,so I'll use today to say thank you...

Thanks anyway

Waiting ,waiting, passing time, trying to realize why somehow I have been allowed this opportunity to describe some ancient passions that lie deep inside this psyche, I know as my mind,which I believe to be often associated with most others and their own questions why.Good news I have nothing new to say we often are comforted by what we already know and spooked by what we do not so no boos today.Fear not, you all know ,all you need to know,no surprises ,maybe tomorrow. Happy tday

The river

I've seen rivers run I've seen em flow watched in the spring when they would overflow,watched them In the winter when under the ice it would go.It always finds a way, it has a purpose, it feeds wildlife ,its marks the time of the land ,and it soothes the mind of this mortal man.It never asks you questions ,it won't bother you if you leave it be .It speeds and it slows on its way to the sea .How many years have you flowed?How many gallons how many reasons you have collected the same many seasons ?Your before me ,always there for me,I'm sure long after me,I saw you and you never knew me.You tricked me ,made me swim you didn't care it was winter when some how you drew me near then threw me in.Bravo my oldest friend again and again you win.We had fun,still you run I'll see you a few more times probably, never am I too sure ,I'll walk away you'll run the same way day after day you got to go and I can't stay...

yo b-day

Roses are red like the friggan hair on your head now go out of course no drinking ,guess you got to smoke some kind of stuff instead haha ,nuff said,oh ya the cops don't care its your birthday,so ah um happy birthday,just a glass of warm milk then straight to bed...

Awash

In the summer when the weather is hot its not long till the ponds dry up exposing mud and dead leaves.There is no more mystery of what is down beneath the surface it is all plain to see.So now we see and now we know what has come and gone before us.Now together we shall wait for fresh water to wash away our truths and help disguise our failures and recreate our mystique and our mysteries ,hide our dead leaves and drown dreams,fear not,it never fails the rain again shall fall...

Oh yea

Remember them,remember when,there you are a friend of a friend,some are no longer here some are nearly dead,some of us linger on long enough to write another song, even if its our last song even if its our last thought, complaint ,hallucination, scream or cry,the last tear we nearly shed, left to ask only one more question ,why or not don't really care just know not why or how but that I or we are still truly here. I didn't really know you then ,thats just because, I don't know if I'll know you now or if it is a just cause.Its all right still good to see you in this sudden light...

Tking

I'm a fool just like all the rest,maybe even more so than some but I sure had fun,and I intend to have some more,thats what all the working was for and it beats the hell out of none.

When old friends make amends is it a new beginning or a continuation of the end?People don't change but patience levels do could I ever still be patient enough to still be friends with you?

Begin

Solo expression film at eleven, I'll grant the interview if you give me a confession,no need for facts that just confuses the truth, lie like a baby thats the beauty of youth, tell me just the funny parts the rest may bore me, no need to know about broken hearts,please do not implore me.You may now begin then wake me when its over.Unless you amuse me I'll be under cover.waiting for yet another opportunity to claim immunity from life's misfortunes,and hidden beauties.

Thats right you found me mr. write.

shit

Walking down that road,been down it before,same old potholes getting deeper in worn out soles. Sometimes I trip, seems nothing is ever fair. Just got complacent, guess I don't anymore care.Could walk around or maybe run away, but it all still catches up with you on some other day.Complacency embraces me, I deal with it ,its ok .I swore that one day, one time ,I would just walk the other way. Just not today.Today I'll walk back down that road,I may fall It won't kill me I'll get back up,I may limp but I'm still strong, I know this road ,I hate this road,this road increases my load ,my burden in this life,still I meet new people,maybe not good people,but still a few people,so ,so long ,I'm down the road...

Transitional mayhem thats the way I see it

now

At last

Then suddenly there was a tree towering mightily over me,I had barely noticed it before now it stands a hundred feet above the forest floor.Somehow I did not see the tree in the forest,it always stood there and flourished,the fertile soil had nourished a sapling that shot up to the sky and thou it stood in front of me, how I'm not quite sure, someway it deceived my eye, hiding behind grand old trees that were already quite mature.Where did it go,that chipmunk I thought I used to know . It came to me for food near the base of that young tree,I would feed it, it never stayed for long, would just eat and quickly get along,well I do wonder.And where are all the birds that sang without any words,they too ate the bread that too that chipmunk I often fed,seemingly they have all fled.Guess now its just too cold.And the squirrel is ready for winter,it has worked tirelessly to prepare for this yearly encounter.Nature and evolution help, with a winter fur, double thick a warm and velvety pelt.Then the great furry caterpillar,black and auburn the last to go,don't know what becomes of him when it starts to snow.All players in position its about to change the condition, of life as we now know.Winter has arrived it is no longer disguised as mild or nice,it reveals its true intentions and covers all with pain and ice . On your marks get set and go...

You've heard it maybe once before maybe I'm not quite sure,not to sure of why I bother any more.

whatever

Machinery abusing greenery, it almost seems obscene ,yet there will be no end to the to the forward regress.The human animal will never surrender,never give in to the diminished lifestyle that we've been trying so long to avoid when we travel to friends at the end of the earth, continually giving birth to more offspring more crazy ideas,unafraid of our fears of dieing to soon,unsheltered from space in the shadow of the moon,endless excuses our so called saving grace to many warnings we've been given, still will never change our living styles our lack of faith all with a smile nearing the end of this man's human race...

Time

Well well its been awhile,where mentally have you been,what kind of encounter have you been avoidin Its been annoying trying to conjure up conversation with you from my memory.I know it sounds funny but I'm half mad, from you ,at you,because of you.You eluded me you deceived me you confused me ,that was easy.And you used me that was ok I enjoyed the company every day ,when you get this letter maybe then you'll understand why I wear my heart on my sleeve and hold my head in my hand.If you don't get this ha then everything is status quo you just go on pretending or maybe you really didn't know,I'm lonely and I'm bleeding it seems only a little time and consideration is all I've been needing I'm desperate I will wait,just till your response I will try to be patient,but at times patience magnifies sadness but I will wait,theres little alternative,I will try to remain sane for sanities sake...

heyyyyyyyyyy wake the fuck up.................lol................

beat

Hidden thoughts,random admissions, guilt without feelings been a long time since I walked with you.Took another chance,took a final stance never cared to dance when the music stopped.I preferred to walk and walking is what I still do.Not over too,not around or through maybe alongside you maybe alone.Maybe just walk on home.Same old song,at least I know the words maybe ad lib a verse or two,name that tune,sing each song,leave real soon,keep moving on.

note to self

Still don't know why when I hear that song I just wanna cry.Why does music stir our soul stimulate brain chemicals whatever the brand of your rock or roll.A memory, a fantasy somehow perceived as a fantastic reality.Adrenalin pumping heart thumping body moving somehow soothing ,visual emotion primitive communication.Just don't know just let it flow.

To me

November turkey day birthdays color of blue gray,earth tones and wooden homes and the visitors all gone away.Surreal natural feel,lost in the woods steel to cold to hold cat o nine tails lose their shape and slowly wither away.First ice on the pond Indian summer definitely gone,the woods grow quiet except the crackle sounds of the first camp fire.One cold beer,too cold for two.Time is slowing down.Daylight drifting away.Shadows mostly in my mind.Stray from the pack,enjoy the lonely moment then sneak on back.Thats how I remember my November.

Fore you

Were you waiting ,its alright,contemplating its alright ,its your day your moment to shine in your beautiful life.You've helped so many,time after time.Don't ever kid yourself your not alone.You spend your time trying during trying times,I don't just say it because it rhymes,its true I don't completely understand,I seldom do,but I got witnesses words on the street.Have a calm day,look them in the eye then look away.Take no for an answer,then just dance down the road.Don't look back,a pillar of salt goes nowhere,thats not you,I know. and so I"m told.

wax figures

what is time but an opinion for change and variation its alway the same time ,time has never changed only you and everything has

what is time but an opinion for change and variation its alway the same time time has never changed only you and everything has

314

Just for today,I won't let it bother me,wont let it lead me astray.Will wonder why,won't want to really know,which is the real reason you didn't want to go.I went and you stayed,did not see much reason to celebrate the holiday.Without you there the room seemed so bare,I sat alone un bothered by others