Something has an Odor

Powerful spring like motion of the seasons might explain this simple day.
Basically, just work and a few moments with friends.
But that seemed to be enough. Happy and peaceful. As usual, I feel out of touch.
And, as usual that is fine with me. What a beautiful day.
The un-needing. The un-planning. Simplicity.
Like the easy laughter of kids, once they understand that it is ok to be wrong.
As long as it is all for fun. As long as it turns to smiles.
Now, pull my finger.

Sunday Song IV - The Path Taken

Kinda like a cloud I was up, way up in the sky
And I was feeling some feelings you wouldn’t believe
Sometimes I don’t believe them myself
And I decided I was never coming down.
Just then a tiny little dot caught my eye it was just about too small to see.
But I watched it way too long and that dot was pulling me Down.
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
Well shut up so what, what does it matter now?
I was swimming in the haze now I crawl on the ground.
And everything I never liked about you is kind of seeping into me.
Try to laugh about it now but isn’t it funny how everything works out
I guess the jokes on me. She said
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I used to be so big and strong.
I used to know my right from wrong.
I used to never be afraid.
I used to be somebody
I used to have something inside
Now just this hole that’s open wide.
I used to want it all
I used to be somebody
I’ll cross my heart and hope to die but the needles already in my eye, and
All the worlds weight is on my back and I don’t even know why.
And what I used to think was me is just a fading memory
I looked him right in the eye and said goodbye.
I was up above it. I was up above it.
Now I’m down in it
I was up above it. I was up above it.

Now I’m down in it

Lakedaimonians!

What do we live for?
What is worth dying for?
Is the only valor that I will see
Hidden in whiskey tunes
Foolish dice,
Wave splashed waiting,
And broken Chances?
Some stories,
Real or Fable,
Are legends in the minds of men.
These will guide and tease
Those of us just
Seemingly
Passing through.
Fuck it!
Sparta!

Great movie.

New Winds

Words from another thought.
I am an adventurer unsure of my calling or path
Only that something is calling and I am moving.
I really love thinking and wit.
There is almost nothing
Better in life than those few rare
Close moments of true connection where two people
Really communicate.
One of the rare better things would be
When that connection and closeness is shared
Physically as well, as That is the best.
But, hey, not ever conversation or sweaty smile
Has to be something unbelievable.
Earthy moments,
Real moments,
Like the spring winds,
Are pretty darn fucking good.

Sneaky Godzilla

Wake Up

Butting heads with coughs and fevers.
How freeing it is to wallow in those dreaded visions.
Night thoughts and missed chances,
All away and at bay
With only a heat filled blanket to mark the border
Between the callers and the called
The flesh seems to take a vacation.
Seems to be someplace else.
Leaving only the churning.
The gurgling.
The mix.
Now that the fog is lifting
And the hunger and lusting
Have returned
Waking the skin to crawl and feast.
Wondering if it might have been sweeter

To have stayed in those rare dreams.

Sunday Song III - Truths

They hung a sign up in out town
If you live it up, you wont
Live it down
So, she left monte rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and monroe hips
She went and took that california trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said dont look back just
Come on jim
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You dont meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes theres nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.
Well, God bless your crooked little heart st. louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When theres nothing left to keep you here, when
Youre falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the riverside motel,
Its 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But its so hard to dance that way
When its cold and theres no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head theres a record
Thats playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, Im standing right here
And just hold on.

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