Zelda

To all the summers

Waiting for the sunrise to touch the earth

The fields of open wheat

The blankets of lights beside the moon overhead

The late nights

Dreaming

Writing

Speaking

To all the women

Told they are too shrill

Too emotional

Or just how to misbehave

Remember

The lamps do not have to cease

Or go out

Alabama

Also gave you

Zelda Fitzgerald

She is one of our own

And you are enough

On your own

Remember Z

Read her

Carry her with you

Think of her

And

Stop apologizing

For taking up space

And existing

Start living.

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Simple Things

She dreams of little things

As she steps over the cracks in the street

And the whole wide world it seems

Is on the edge of a break down

This wet blanket of time

This overcast sky

It’s rotating now

I always whispered into the dark

It’s simple things

You take away with you

The notes on the napkin

The perfect slice of pie

And

There are certain shadows

That you just carry with you

As you go

The old man in line at the drug store

Remembers the Kennedy’s

I remember 9/11

Someone asked me what it was like

And I just looked at them

And I was sad

Because they don’t remember

The world before – the heaviness of now

MMBOP

Surge
The original animated Batman from the 90’s

But now that I’m older I think a lot about that man in line at the drug store

And I realized everyday for him must be heavy as well

And those who lived through Nixon

Or the man who told me about D-Day …

Being a teenager

The pain in his eyes

Asking me how you’re supposed to come back from that

And I remember the pain in peoples eyes after the Tornados …

We all carry darkness

And we all live in this same room

We just see it from different corners

Lit by the same light

Different points of view….

Carry the simple things

Take them with you

It’s ok to believe again

Like you once did

Create again

A little at a time

This is an old pain

Older than time

And even the stars are quilted with shadows

It just takes courage

Just one step at a time

That’s how the light is made

Beagle in the City #239

Simon: Dear doggie journal, I have been stranded for three years…

Ethan: I’ve only been gone for a few hours…

Simon: It’s been a year of rain. And flood. There’s hardly any food, there have been stealings. Our kitchen is gone!

Ethan: Hey, I told you We’re remodelling it…

Simon: I am keeping cheeses and breads.

Garf: Wait, is that what was under the couch? Because you should go shopping…

Writers Log #20

It’s almost been a year since I started Humira,

It’s been absolutely life changing for me,

I’m able to work 50 hours a week

Work out

Drink an occasional beer or wine or old fashioned …

I don’t have to look for a bathroom (just in case) first thing when I enter someplace new

I can drive to a city without stopping and sit through a musical without having to go to the bathroom.

I have my life back. And honestly I thought it was pretty decent before, but I had never realised just how much of my flare ups I had just come to accept as part of life.

So thanks Humira, and my team of doctors. They have walked with me for this whole journey.

And with this in mind I am able to write about working out as well…in a almost 30 quest to save my knees and recover my abs…

Obligatory gym thing. In this never ending battle against my beer obsession and my quest to recover my abs.

It’s actually an awesome feeling overcoming a goal. I don’t like to think of it as reaching a goal, so much as destroying a goal.

Being able to lift more than I did last week, or run for two more minutes than I did last week.

Own it.

High stake Blues

A long while ago, but not that far …

Away in your home town

While you were sleeping

In the bar

Where the blind mice played their blues

And the old cane cat

Sat and drank his sorrow

Trading stories

With the one eyed fox

Who never got caught

Remember

We believed we was just misunderstood

How can we help thinking about the times

And how they’ve changed

What happened to the –

We would let our bills go by

Bowl until midnight

I would almost kiss you at 3am

And your batteries were dead

What did we know

About loss and sacrifice and pain

Look at us now

Standing in line

Hoping we make it to see our dreams

I think it’s going to be a lot quicker now

Than we ever did believe

All our dreams turn to sand

In the winds of time

And the world is smaller now

It fits in the palm of her hand

But she never leaves this town

Have you heard her sing tonight?

Her lips are red as wine

Her soul

As deep as the sky

And you’ll ask what the Lord did to let her down

When she breaks your heart just the same

She’s breaking out

The pillars are coming down…

Reality (Bleeding Ink)

They say you’ve got the future in a bowl…

A wicked glass

The potion is thick

The hangover will never last

They put you down

I Still don’t know

What am I-We?

Waiting for…(looking for)

A body

A heart like our own

Sky full of diamonds

Are we fading?

As we go through this life

How did you measure up,

To yourself?

My child,

Your days fly by

A thousand at a time

But these are your days (change in the pocket of time)

And you can change

We can change our minds

Throw it all in the waste basket

Throw it to the sky

You can be the rebel you wanted to be

You’re in the land of the living

Wake up
you can make it (if you can take it)

You can go it on your own

We all get the same hand of cards

We only get a life

How did you play it?

Rooms

The strangeness of letting go,

We always say it’s difficult

It seems the older I get

The less arranged it is

People are ripped from us in the night

We don’t get to say good bye

We don’t get to make sure they are ok…

The strangeness of letting go

we fight so hard every day just to stay …

While nothing in this room is permanent …