Working on those night moves

I thought that since I seem to be so fond of placing other people's poety here that I might as well put some of mine here too. So here's some.

and so I think of you

on wind swept days, with deepening clouds
top shattered mounts, vibrant with summer
as lowing light’s red crimson hue
burst fully into violet’s birth
yet besting not deep indigo’s
last death throws of the day to night

and so I think of you

heart moving swiftly to entreat,
a torment deep, with laughing bitter
from this lost and aching spirit
such truth of colors of the night,
felt tersely through love’s salted tears
while mists of hues enchant the soul
with bargained hopes that never come
veiled in sorrow where no one sees
until sleep’s dark encompass me

relentless days pass into night
while morning’s birth brings no glad marrow
and still I wait, heart in my hand
hope like a meter keeping beat
and for a day fate’s promised not
when once again sweet tender bowing
I touch the truth and kiss your brow

and so I think of you

 

Time, time, time time, keeps on slippin, into the future.

I just noticed that I haven't made a post here for a few days. It's time to now.

I have this online routine. I come online, check my email (sometimes actually respond to some of it), check everyone else's blogs, get hammered by Sue with shit she has found or been sent online that day and listen to her read all the stuff she thinks is funny or interesting (this is ongoing all evening, or day as the case may be) and then I hit Geekfest where I spend hours reading and posting.

Geekfest, as you may remember, is the Eureka Springs, Arkansas answer to the insanity of it's populace. Yes, we are all insane here in Eureka and damn proud of it too. If you truly want to know how whacked we all are, one only need read Geekfest to find out. I have to admit, I love Geekfest. How sick is it that I get my good gossip online about what everyone is doing in town?

As you may remember, Eureka is a small tourist town of close to 2400 souls still embodied (there is no real count of all disembodied souls that might be running around these hills and hollers here). So it's a small town and we all know what small towns are know for right? Right. Yes, indeedy, we love to talk shit about each other and what we are all doing. Hell, we just love to talk shit and we do it so well. We talk shit about anything and everything. From gardening to gun control. You name it we'll talk about it, especially on Geekfest.

There are monstrous posts that I have made on Geekfest, way larger than the shit I post here. I would copy and past, but AOL blogs can't contain the size content of my posts. So, I will link you here so that you can actually see the size of my posts (just one example): http://www.geekfest.com/ubb/Forum1/HTML/005777.html

Bon apetite!

 

Of course, of course

I was just looking at a picture of Sue and I taken on this Valentine's Day. It made me think about how bad our finances have been this last year. The reason it made me think of our finances is because they wanted like $10 bucks for that pic and we were so broke. But I had them take our pic anyway, and paid for it despite the fact we could not really afford it anyway. And why did I do this? Because I really love her and I wanted this picture of us together on Valentine's Day.

Stupid, silly romantic you say? Maybe, plenty of people have accused me of being romantic.  And silly too.  Maybe, but who cares. More than anything I am a sentimental fool. And I am sentimental about Sue. Think of me as silly, go ahead, tell me I am silly for loving someone so much. I don't care. I am simply in love, sentimentally, deeply, utterly in love with my wife. Which is ok in my book.

Give me just a little more time....

So the moon is waning now. This is a good and a bad thing. It's good in that I can banish away shit I don't want crawling around in my life and it's bad because I can't draw things to me that I want or need. Like in the case of money. I can refuse poverty and the lack of money right now. It's sort of like doing reverse psychology in a way. I can clean up my mind and spirit of negative energies, allowing for the space for good energy when the new moon comes in a week or so.

For whatever reasons (it's almost spring, my bio-clock is winding down rapidly, whatever) I have this real desire and energy to do some really positive changes in my life right now. They are all very personal changes, things that effect me mostly, but in the long run, they will effect those around me too.  Being the co-dependant creature that I am, I have to be careful that I am always doing something for me and not because someone wants me to do it for them. When I do things for me, it tends to work. When I do things because someone is forcing me to do it for their sake, I will almost always fail.

I am almost 50, I will be by May 21st. I have this desire to give myself a few gifts. I want more than anything to give myself good health, so that is something I am working on even as we speak.

There is more. So much more that I have never had the time to devote energy to, but somehow I want to do them before I leave this plane of existance this time. It's like my heart cries out for these things. Things I have wanted to do all my life, but trying to survive and raise children has always sapped that needed energy and time away from me. Survival + children + relationships= no time or energy for dreams to be fulfilled. Somehow I am going to figure out a way around all this stuff that saps my time and energy. That is one of the things I will ask for on the new moon.  That and an Extreme Makeover <grin>.

The Laundry of Champions

So tonight was laundry night. I hate doing laundry, but I am seriously anal about it so, I insist I do it and it be done my way. Come to think of it, I am that way about most things. I would like to say that is because I am old and set in my ways, but that's not true, I have always been like this and it appears I am not about to change anytime soon.

Laundry wouldn't necessarily be a big subject for me if not for the fact that the washing machine is broken right now. For me, doing laundry right now is a big deal. I drag my ass half way across the countryside to Ky and Audey's house and then spend the evening keeping them awake. Don't get me wrong, I love going to Ky and Audey's house, it's just such a pain in the ass dragging laundry over to a friend's house just to have clean clothes for yourself and the family.

It all Sear's fault. They have fixed our washer (and dryer) at least 15 times in the last 4 years. They finally replaced the dryer last year (when Sue threatened to sue them), but they are being total assholes about this washing machine we paid way too fucking much for.

So I just threw the last load in the dryer so that everyone has clean clothes to wear in the AM and now I am going to bed. Still pissed at Sears, still wishing things were perfect in my not so perfect little world.

 

Mistress and the boy

This is Emily's poetry:

The Mississippi's mighty, it starts in Minnesota
at a place that you can walk across with five steps down
And I guess that's how you started
like a pin prick to my heart
At this point you rush right through me and I start to drown

Ky and Audey came over today. Their visit was nice, really nice. Made my day, maybe even my week. We attempted to go fishing. That ended up being a bust cause it was just too windy which made it way too cold not to mention impossible to cast your line. For some reason the trout don't hit much on windy days either.

They stayed for dinner and to watch the L word. The whole evening was just nice. They watched the first and last episode of the first season of QAF too. The sex in QAF rocks. I think both Ky and Audey enjoyed it. You see how far I am not going with this guys? Let's just say the back massages were part of my personal favorites for the evening. Just having them come visit is a real joy. I love having them around. Period.

The Doctor is Out

I have been pretty busy this week. Which is good cause it means I am making money again. It always helps to be able to pay your bills if you know what I mean.

I haven't had too much to say here simply because I have been too busy to sit down and post as thoughts occure to me. Also, I have this curfew of 1am. Most of my deeper thoughts come to me late at night. It becomes impossible at a quarter to one to post a deep thought since I know how long it actually takes me to do things, so I just don't bother posting cause I know I will never get it in and finished by my curfew.

I am posting this now because I do not know when I will be able to sit down and do it again anytime soon.

Now I have to get dressed for work.

Remnant

Ok, so I did some serious research on Moonblood (the orignal 1971 LP release). It can go for up to $3500. My copy, because it was opened and played is worth about $1500.

Does that blow your mind or what? Blows mine anyway. Emotionally I can't imagine ever being in a place where I could sell it, I would have to be pretty hard up financially to ever sell it. But it's kind of cool knowing I have it none the less. Kind of nice knowing my old friends from way back when made something that seems to have some kind of lasting value (or growing value or whatever).

Their band name Fraction, comes from the New Testament as in:

Romans 11
5   Even so then at this present time also there is a remnant according to the election of grace.

Fraction, remnant, same thing right? Well, Jim Beach thought so anyway. Fraction was Jim Beach's brainchild and baby. He wrote most of the songs and of course he was the vocalist on all the cuts.

Jim was Vic's best friend. Jim collected exotic automobiles. Jim almost killed Vic in one of those exotic automoblies once. He almost killed himself too. I can't remember which car it was that he trashed in the Santa Monica Mountains that day (the Porche maybe or the Vet or maybe the Shelby Stang). At any rate, he thrashed that car into the side of the mountain and then spent the next million years in the hospital himself recovering.

I met Jim at his parents home in July of 1969. He was way older than I was (by 6 years). I was 15, he was 21. I remember that meeting well, seeing his room (a little too pristine for a straight guy in my opinion). Jim and I never became friends. Even when Vic, he and I were business partners, I still never really got to truly know Jim well.