petty squabbles

it never fails to amaze me how, despite my best intentions, i am drawn in time after time to compete on a most visceral level with some of the people that i supposedly love the most. its interesting how i tend to extend more courtesy to those that i know not at all over the ones that i am in closest contact with. is it true that familiarity breeds contempt. i am given to wonder if you are in a knock down drag out with the other(better) half then contempt is the only thing that is being bred.
peace out

In the morning I am most creative

and its also when i think of her

does she sit and think of me?

or does life pull her into its greedy clutches

filling her days, stealing her nights

Won't Accept That

I realize but won't accept
the thought that our apartness
may linger on beyond our goals

two years is long but already
six months gone

its not that we wont get there
its the interminable wait that pains
the what ifs that enter
unbidden, unwelcome
the thought that why
do i even think it could

the odds of love surviving low
i acknowledge them
but won't accept that

your words of endearment
swords to my black thoughts
and dispels all my fears

the backdrop is ready

i am alone
or i once was

when you came it was wraith-like
first i alone
then turning
find you standing there
beckoning, confiding, nurturing, daring

an easy place to be, ordained
old friends and young lovers composite
collage of life and love

i want to be in that picture again
the frame of life is ready
take my hand
lets fill it together

reasons why

i listen to zydeco music for the same reasons that i listen to some rock , rap, hip hop and reggae. cuz i like it and in the right circumstances, cuz it pisses sum people off.

kicking me blogs bum

not being able to post
on here
till now
sux

Suddenly Life is

If it happened suddenly would anything change
rearrange
Or is all so preordained
and constrained
my viasage pained

Does nothing spontaneous ere occurr
in a whirr
all a blurr
you demure
well i'm not sure

Really all a master plan
in gods hand
a master plan
tomorrowland

methinks that all
a crock of shit
full of it
make me spit
no returns, no deposit

an apology

for not making it on this weekend when you said you would be there. for not doing so man of the things that in retrospect i should have. mostly for letting you down. still after all of that to see that you still care enough to write, that has the value of oxygen to a submerged man. maybe thats what i've been, certainly thats how i've felt.

looking forward to sunnier days, spring in wisco can't be that far off.