Mother was born too

It was the depression about 1930,times were tough thats what I hear,thats when my mother was born.Shes 80 now don't really know how this happened when it occurred?She still gets along denies knowing right from wrong,still got the dirt,telling crazy jokes to random strangers still warning me of the common dangers at least as far as she knows.She love the drama the element of surprise,she loves to say do you want to hear,then tries to shock you into submission,I guess that is her mission.What a trip,always interesting,usually convincing,always entertaining ,taking the lords name in,vain but I would never have it any other way.thanks ma happy birthday...

The mighty tree the most tremendous weed

One time

It was very early morning the kind of early where your a little confused about your reason for being up so early.It was fairly cold and damp.I lit a cheap lantern that I fueled with charcoal starter fluid,it was more available than kerosene and it seemed to work.I was young at the time so it seamed safe also but I may have been a walking time bomb.That would have been difficult to explain to mother,if I blew up she merely would have said ,what are you stupid?As if she would have known any better,ha.Walking through the morning fog in the woods at a young age quite alone,rather frightening and with the shadows created from a flickering lantern and a creative mind ,rather exciting,not comforting ,just hmm.Going to check the traps,I felt it was a test of will ,and character.I guess I passed.I was not always this responsible,I am ,thank god not even close to perfect,I just have a good day from time to time .This was one of them I guess thats why I recall that morning specific.Then the chores are done,and soon up came the sun and then there was no fear ,no thrill no sensation of lonely exhilaration .Exit the secret lonely world of the woods back to home.

shit I forgot what I was gonna say,something about a dog and a boy and life day to day

Oomf

How goes it? Still hangin on ?Any fatter, slower, wiser more annoyed ,less tolerant less concerned about the environment,little need for entertainment, getting your feet fitted for fresh cement.Will you write your name in it,spell it wrong record the date,record that song you always thought was great,now two feet first wouldn't hesitate over board cause your so bored turns out your just a fake,Well here we go Geronimo...

Next time

Tried to catch an eel ,hard to do,slippery quick,deceptively seems like the correct shape to grab but it has to many evolved defenses. What made me try,was I just hungry,curious bored, delirious ,arrogant.Shall I try again,have I learned anything maybe I'll try probably,maybe I'll succeed,it was entertaining...

It is only my perception that confuses me

See

Now that your realizing the length of the race you should be able to adjust the pace,accordingly.immediately readily easily.Maybe slow down a stride or two its easier to look around and figure out what to do ,speed is pressure and seldom anyone enjoys that for to long.Time to think and make a good decision, maybe less chance you'll get it wrong.Or maybe not ha good luck.

God no

Another Friday,another beer ,I'm fortunate today just to be here I could be in Haiti where a hard life has turn to worse horror and crazy,I sit here and shed a tear I can only cry from my right eye I must keep the left one clear to be ready to see if or when its my turn to be turned upside down,such anguish I can only pretend to believe and understand.I can not ,I can not understand...

Terri Obrien

I saw them at the rendezvous up state N.Y.the biggest private party in the world no police no colors just sisters and brothers do what you want be who you feel you got to be...if you been there you know what I mean,,,be free people your brother T...

The redezvous

I'll see you then you'll be my friend we shall meet at the rendezvous .There will be music and free spirits flying all still smiling,realizing its often all ok if you let it be, if the anger you kiss it goodbye then set it free,So again I will see you there then,at the rendezvous where we shall smoke and drink and sing with other kindred spirits and dabble in the little extra joy they should bring.We will hear it,others have sang about it, I've heard them sing i've seen them and the joy and emotion it brings at such inter active gatherings I will see you when...

No talent

I'm older now ,wired ,tired,fed up, strung out, worn down, seen too many pop idols, solved too many riddles ,still no closer to satisfied, too tired to struggle, still got my hands tied.Waiting for the bridge to give, life is fair because we all get one life to live, nobody is happy, the richest are dead, the poorest ain't fed, the middle freak always got a beef,everybody hoping for some relief, waiting for the break, hoping for some slack,never remain calm never react to a sudden change ,try to sustain strange, always entertain the thought of another newer different day...

Fragile handle with care

You said it

First or last the future is past cannot deny that I'd like to ask you to go fishing then maybe a swim a scenic walk maybe just sit a bit kill some time share some mind a little rap then some lunch and maybe a nap all in the name of playing it sane.Listening to music trying not to confuse it with enthusiasm,optimism or getting back at em,Its all to brief,don't need any instant relief still got some time,and a little rhythm,hope to be kind,all is forgiven for giving it my all...