Slumpty Dumpty

This past couple weeks I've been in a creative slump. Haven't thought up any songs on guitar or bass, or anything to write about. In fact, I haven't even played them for a while. I am still trying to write in my journal on a semi regular basis, but nothing different or exciting. Suppose I could bring journal entries in here, but some of it is personal and shouldn't be shared publicly. And it would be double work. Then again it could be a good way to inspire others to contribute thoughts to everyday errata and possible stir up some creativity. Now I know what you're thinking, you are all just as busy as I, if not more so. Although it's the same amount of time that it would take to comment on Facebook, Twit(er), or another blog. So if y'all can help a brutha out, read me more and comment, "that would be great."

Memorial Day weekend is upon us. Since my company supports community banks and credit unions, that means I get banker holidays off. Happy, happy. Joy, Joy. I'm thinking if I can afford it, I'll take a trip down to my good old friend Sandra's place in the country near Houston. Maybe being out in the sticks where cell signal is low and there isn't high speed internet, I'll be inspired to write something. Any ideas on this would be helpful. One thing I found from a friend's blog http://runlikejoy.blogspot.com/ is "'Google' the word blogs and come up with a blog that listed 10 ideas for blogs when you feel like you've hit some kind of writer's block." (http://runlikejoy.blogspot.com/2012/05/odds-and-ends.html). On occasion I've been known to write when I fancy a drink or several ;) So we shall see what we shall see. And just a reminder, my offer still stands for contributor to my "open source" on going short story. I'm thinking about getting published soon, so any material submitted and incorporated into my story will receive credit. Hopefully I'll get my poetry published soon, would like to see me in print. :) Hope to hear from y'all soon, O Faithful Readers o'mine. Arigato gozaimasu!

She

A thing of Beauty, a Masterpiece of design.
Created by God as His instrument.
Daughter, Mother, Lover, Friend.
Passion of a Sinner, patience of a Saint.
Kind of heart, effortless in charity.
Body of a Celtic Warrior Princess from yore,
spirit of a Sidhe Queen.
Beautiful, loving, and strong.
Her hair like a banked fire
Slowly burning, but can be brought to a roaring flames if roused.
But within her flames my heart does burn.

Fool

Insufferable Fool!
To your detriment have you ignored our sage advise
Nay, instead you prefer to take the road well worn
Jesters and Naives trampled the path ahead
The messenger hath been dispatched with Godspeed
Soon you will taste the bitter potion of disgrace
Vultures and dogs will attend your sky burial
And the murder of crows that is "your people"
will laugh at your sun bleeched bones.

Innerspace

Found this one laying around on a spare drive..

REFLECTING
Mesmerized by the cadence of droplets from the Fountain of Youth slipping away
ALIVE
Feeling the weight of the years in a single breath
AOLNE
The inner child neglected. Mistreated
HOLD ME
Behind eyes closed, images of the cesspool which swims humanity.

HATE
Bittersweet agony, torturous visions of dispair
HURT
Rivulets of pain trickle down my face
LONELINESS
Ubiquitous cloak of insecurity drapes over my heart
COMFORT ME
Bring the happieness I know you can

 

 

Goin back to Cali.

Mar 28th, 2012
9:40pm CST

My first flight in 13 years. Admittedly I was a bit apprehensive. For years I avoided it like the Plague and would publicly denounce the very notion of getting into another flying tube of death. Or so I would exclaim. I think it was just a reflex to all the airplane movies I saw growing up. You know the ones, they almost always end I'm some horrific pile of flaming, twisted death-filled carnage. One also filled, by the writer's vision, with a story of the human spirit, pulling together to save one another and sometimes sacrifice for the common good. Ok, so maybe it's not that bad. This time I wasn't gripping the arms of my seat like I was being electrocuted as we ascended into the sky. It looked like they dragged the waters Of the Amazon delta, and poured it into my cup. After take off, the flight attendants with little enthusiasm came by with the food carts. Thankfully it was a smooth flight and landing.


Apr 2nd, 2012
6:40 pm PST

The time spent with my family was of mixed emotions and experiences. It was wonderful to see my kids again. My how they've grown in just 6 months! Crazy. Nice to see my Dad and Kathy too. They haven't changed in the past year since we last met. But we had good times. Bolsa Chica wetlands, Camelot mini golf, a near visitation of Griffith Observatory, and Rob with his kids joining us for dinner. Just being able to hold my children again was the best part of the whole vacation.

The flight back had a little more turbulence then the other direction, but wasn't bad. Finished my book about an hour ago, so I have time to write more here later..

Back In The Saddle

Well its been a while since I've put time into this blog, so here we (the royal "we") go!

  Now I've been journaling for a little over a year now and some of that will appear here. For those that know me, this will be the edited version of what they understand of my life since then. I'll try to keep it brief as to not bore the august body that is you the reader.

"The short SHORT version." So..starting from last Summer. I quit at&t, moved to Texas for a better job and life. Endured heartache and headache and then had a couple events in a row that woke me up. So then I moved again and have been trying to live a drama-free life. The past seven months have had their ups and downs. And then I had what some may call an epiphany. Had what I thought was a heart attack, may have just been an anxiety attack, found I needed better control of my blood pressure and blood sugar. Also my stress and diet. Moved into a better environment, went back on the HCG Diet, walking a couple times a day, writing more and playing more guitar. Cut a bad element from my life permenantly and am trying to straighten out another major event in my life. I refuse to live in misery anymore, I'll not be so nice, giving, loving, caring..doing everything for everyone with the blinders of love on..just to get mistreated, used like a welcome mat. Walking over me on their way to another. I need to not lose sight of life around me, and who I am.

Still reading? Whew, though I put you to sleep with my mental cleansing. Anyway..done with the rant. I shall do better to write more on this site. If you continue to read this page again or stay subscribed, I promise it'll get better. Peace!