July 22nd, 2010
Hypnotize my women and feed them to the fishes.
Oh no, that was misogynist please oh please still be interested.
And all you little children comprehending all my syllables
Keep in mind the tone of jest and don’t do something so insensible.
I’ve been taken away by the crazy train
Rolling off the rails yet
staying out of jail but
One day I could fail and
then I’ll be okay because when in Rome
I’ll make it home
I’ll top as often as I’m owned.
Life is a game.
We play it all the same.
It’s as important as we get
but it changes everyday.
So me I take my wishes
Feed them to the fishes
Sushi is delicious
And I like the fancy dishes.
Word.
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July 19th, 2010
I used to think you had
layers like an onion.
Now you just piss me off
Fuck your opinion.
I don’t even wanna hang out
If you pay for lunch, honey
Complication fixed with a
Fuck your opinion.
Somewhere how we talked got all complicated
We can’t just speak aloud. So much time is wasted.
Somehow, where we’re at doesn’t get the right reception
Wait it out. Wait it out. Give it time for reconnection.
I used to think you had
jokes that were funny
Now it’s just racist
Fuck your opinion
I used to think morals
Had to come from something
Now I’ve had some time to think
Fuck your opinion.
Word.
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July 16th, 2010
What makes us unique is the fact that it’s us.
Everybody should hope to experience lust.
Everybody I grope is more sophisticated
There’s a lot of variables but for you I’m grateful.
I could have made it without you
but I made it with you.
I’m happy that I mounted
when you wanted it too.
We try to mix and match
but we wear different size shoes
And we’re accustomed to different styles
when we’re walking for miles.
What makes it special is the fact that it’s us
The experience is unique but not us so to speak
People might very well feel all these things
all the time but it’s you this time with me.
I don’t mean to suggest it won’t have
lasting impressions.
But how grand is its grandness
And what parts are true blessings
The experience is the art
and the nature is science
Time spent together wearing just smiles
can blind us.
And it’s alright like adjusting
to a brilliant daybreak.
Pleasantly fading
as the day’s labor lays waiting.
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July 13th, 2010
You’re important to me
but what’s important to you.
We got a lot of constraints
but it’s important to choose.
Sometimes, you should be first.
Sometimes, we just cruise.
But maybe I’m losing out
as I leave out paying my dues.
You alarm, I hit snooze
Click away at the clues
I got a lot of puzzle pieces
Like the one that Bean chewed
And they don’t fit together
as I would have mused
I expect expectations
have been knocking us loose.
And I must complain
I’m disillusioned as well
Nobody feels supportive
and I almost just fell
but I’ve got three legs to balance
Don’t you ever tell.
Can I really help it
if you get me to swell.
You’re more than a laundry washing,
sex machine, convenience offering.
I took a stab at a team pulling me
Quite came close to toppling.
I want it all built up so high
You’ll need a helicopter and
Then a satellite to see
All that I’m prospecting.
I’m not getting what you need
But I am not stopping.
You’ll be important to me
Until I’m in my coffin.
Word.
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June 25th, 2010
Those guys and women earned their keep today by manning just about every traffic signal in the city. A storm ripped through which I underestimated and took down trees everywhere. When trees go down, so do the power grids.
Anyhow, they had to not only direct traffic, but they seem to have thought through the traffic patterns and coned off lanes that led to more gridlock. I thought they chose smartly. They earned the speeding ticket for which I have yet to pay. Well done.
Tags: police
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June 9th, 2010
For an absent father type, by which I mean I do not have day to day custody of my children, I was more than a little surprised at how optimistic I feel now as compared to an hour ago today. During that interval, I learned that my kids and their mother, have moved closer for a change. I kind of realized it was stress not being around them and I’m still not around that easily. But having the distance gap closed to about half of the original distance is like opening up shriveled lungs with a clean breath of air.
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May 28th, 2010
I want to strike a balance if I can manage it. I think a primary relationship that involves home building and adult stuff should somehow take what the people involved already had individually and add to that. I don’t really like or truly understand the flip side which is the compromises and rules. That is partly because I am disagreeable. Also, partly I feel this way because when people who would date meet, they don’t have all the rules and things work well enough to make them think they should go further. The state of feeling like you want to go further is one I’d like to live in with a newspaper for an umbrella.
Sometimes I wander away from my partner. I’ve thought about this and there are tons of reasons. Sometimes, I’m just not paying attention and that’s not a good thing. Sometimes, I am simply taking “me” time and that me time takes a variety of forms. Some forms involve me alone. Some involve me with buddies (read: non-sexual friends) and some involve me with people who have chemistry. Wandering away is a funny thing to balance in a relationship because I need to be me to maintain me. In my mind, that’s the me that comes back to my partner home builder and who she (or he) really wants.
Relationships of any kind take some level of work. There are light and easy days and there are problem days with real genuine problems to be solved. There are even days where there are moods which aren’t always related very well to a solvable problem. It seems like those days are sort of like catch up days for being so high energy all the time. Being supported reminds me why relationships of any kind have value. Being accompanied makes life feel worthwhile.
Hepfat reminded me of some basic rules when I read one of her posts. My friends aren’t necessarily friends with each other. I’d qualify that to say the level of importance changes. I think generally my friends do support my other friends as a way of supporting me. I’ve been really fortunate that way. But she’s right, a near lover of mine cannot be expected to be that with my house building partner. It’s too much and too entangled.
And my friends aren’t my team’s friends necessarily. They are mine in as much as my choice of interacting with them is almost vacuum like when I can consider simply my feelings on whether to keep a friend or not. There are dick ways to do this and nice ways to do this. But basically my friendships formed simply between the parties involved and are non transferable. The good news is I think new friendships can definitely form between friends of friends. The bad news is this leads to jealousy and uncertainty on the part of friends (or lovers) that feel left behind.
It’s apples and oranges sometimes talking about commitment and sustainability to the point where I sometimes feel that one person’s pleasure is in fact taking cookies right out of the other person’s cookie jar of happiness.  If that’s the case, then the foundation is flawed and the existing structure of the relationship cannot be trusted. The good news is the people can step back and consider reforming with the new information.
It doesn’t make you insignificant because you’re very important. It doesn’t make you disposable if we have to walk away from something that means so much. It just makes us tougher, smarter, and more likely to build a happy hearth and home if we approach our relationship as one form of two very devoted friends who want to see the other person thrive while thriving along side.
I mentioned the other day and I think it’s true that my entire life has changed so much in my perspective. I used to think in terms of right and wrong as set by God and through God influenced men. I’ve gone beyond that to a world where there are many valid goals and compromises seem to leave all the goals a bit unfulfilled. I’ve gone from having a moral compass to the uncertainty that comes with believing I have no idea what environment works best for me. And I hope to get there. And I’ve only even tried with people who have displayed awesome levels of qualities I admire. There’s no shame there. And there’s a lot of hope to boot.
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May 20th, 2010
I posted it on my forum but it’s too good not to project to a wider audience.
The hair traps full again
Hooligan
You listen
A fucking wookie needs to use the hair trap
if you’re showering
You can act all ape shit
And go towering
I’ve got a laser pistol
And I’m feeling foul and then
I don’t even understand
Why you use a towel
you need an industrial
hair dryer but we’re short of power and
The nearest batteries are for
sale in Kessel Run
You’ll stink for twelve parsecs
I’ll hold my breath now here we come!
Tags: Star Wars
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May 20th, 2010
Expressionless
Suppressing all the reasons for objecting
Because objectively
my life is the results of my changes
The results of my testing
the people who relied on me
and I never asked a question
I just stomped off like I
knew what what was best was
And I fight off depression
because I know it’s my fault
And I threw away the cookie jar
So I can’t get caught
I can’t give away details
Now that I’ve sown up my jaw
Expressionless
And combustive underneath it all
They want to know what’s on my mind
’cause inside
it seems empty
Sensing the tension underneath
deep within me
Asking for the clarity
I love attention not charity
These are just technical difficulties
Please bear with me.
Expressionless
I want to tell you what’s on my mind
Because basically
I’m trying to leave my mistakes behind
It’s not the past that haunts me
It’s the failures on the horizon
And I walk right into them
Like I run through life blind
And I know you want to help me
I can tell that you’re true
But I couldn’t share the information
If I really wished to
And I don’t because my choices
Are only my issues
So boo hoo for me screwing up
please hand me the tissues
They want to know what’s on my mind
’cause inside
it seems empty
Sensing the tension underneath
deep within me
Asking for the clarity
I love attention not charity
These are just technical difficulties
Please bear with me.
Expressionless
I made a choice took a fall
And risked it all
I’m trying to break a cycle
’cause I’m spiteful and stalled
I don’t need to validate my feelings
I don’t need ‘em to grow.
I need technical experiences
Feelings? I don’t.
You can’t tell if you should pity me
by my expressionless tone
I just need to rest
If you’ve a nest you can loan
I’m indecipherable like
a religious tome
Where I’ve a bed and a beer
That’s my home
Take me home
They want to know what’s on my mind
’cause inside
it seems empty
Sensing the tension underneath
deep within me
Asking for the clarity
I love attention not charity
These are just technical difficulties
Please bear with me.
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May 11th, 2010
The toy soldier with the heart of gold
growing old
A story so trite
Neil Young sang it, right.
But when I say soldier
The war that isn’t over
Is my interest in exploring
Existence opposed to suffering
Don’t wait with me
Walk with me
Run with the dogs in my pack
if you would talk with me
They’re as rabid as they get
now that Atlas holds their baggage
Let him suffer while you run
so you can see what I’ve begun.
I know that you don’t know
What this world is given to us for
I know that you don’t know
How to have just what you hold
I know that you don’t know
I don’t know your answers
and so much more
I don’t need the answers
to knock on your door
I wanted to come in
and I’m hungry for your
presence in the pack
that I built just for us
Just for nothing but pluses
Plus, is it really a cost
if it lifts us up?
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