The start of something past due

Monday, October 16, 2006

i wish you would

Isn't it funny-I have no idea if anyone even reads this, but at the same time I don't care. I think it should be that way. It leaves me free to leave a piece of my soul here.

Speaking of soul...I downloaded limewire and couldn't be happier except i haven't figured out how to get the limewire songs into any of my already existing itunes playlists.
A few of my favorite inspiring songs

Sugar Blue - Jeff Finlin
Come Pick Me Up - Ryan Adams
In Spite of Ourselves (and) Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man - both by Loretta Lynn and ConwayTwitty

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

just when you think you've found something and are ready to tell the world about it-there it goes-slipping through your fingers until you are left with only yourself.


where are you? you-the one I'm supposed to be with. The one I'm searching for. You elude me.
when will we meet? or have we met already? maybe we caught eachother's eye in passing. maybe not. maybe I passed you by, thought nothing of it and you did nothing to retaliate. no. that can't be it. i would not have passed you by, would not have brushed you off if you were the you i am searching for. are you here in new england, walking among the hills and valleys and brightly colored trees of fall? or are you on the california coast bathing in the sunlight, wondering where am i, the you you've been searching for? tell me are your feet grounded; will you not come to me? find me in the frozen winter and warm my hands, cold as icicles?
i would be ashamed if we never meet.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Neither Here nor There

You are there
and I am here
and love is neither
here nor there.
So i'll light
a cigarette an'shed
a tear and wait
for this tree
some fruit to bear.

There you are
and here am I
wishing hopefully
in the starry sky,
for a visiting
angel to pass by,
lighten my load
and teach me to fly.

In these lives we
call our own,
we are intertwined
and not alone.
So let us make
this house a home
and wake up smiling,
our love shown.

For now I'll wait,
cigarette burning
stomach empty
and butterflies swirling
Because you are there
and I am here
and love is neither
here nor there

the begining

a squirrel is seizuring outside my window...
Right, so in light of this new blog - my first blog acutally - i think a poem is in order, but those will come soon enough.