Friday, October 15, 2004

Bits and pieces, odds and ends....

I am yours,
and you are mine.
until the end of time and light.

********

Focus--
elusive,
like a leaf blowing in the wind.
always out of reach,
i trip along
stretching, leaning--
needing.
Never alone, never quiet here
and when it arrives--finally--
the silence is distracting
full of the remainders of thoughts from the chaotic moments.


Frozen
In Time
Not yet ready
For this to end


just some shit i scribbled during traffic school.
that last little pyramid one? i built it that way on purpose. 1-2-3-4
yes, this was a second run of traffic school...
goddamned lead foot lisa.

so now, here i sit on a friday night.
hubby's having a beer with a buddy.
i'm trying to unwind.
it was a busy, but exciting day.

so i'm sitting here, listening to some tunes.
some wonderful tunes.
and thinking some dreamy dreamland thoughts.
and then pooof--
there you were.
to know that i woke you...
with my wanting.
across the mountains, the plains, and the sea...
it still surprises me when such proof of our deep-running connection surfaces.
sleep well, sweet one--

weekends make me think--
i need to take some serious time out and just breathe.
breathing is harder than it sounds.
okay, not really, but that sounded cool.
not cool like Kerouac, or cool like Cobain, or cool like Kennedy.
cool like...
water running over dark smooth rocks...
moss covering the banks, sun sneaking through rustling leaves...
a carpet of wet leaves, pine needles, frost covered grass.
home.
i wanna go home.
i have this strange feeling that i could be a better writer there.
stooooopid thought.
all i need is a laptop to be a writer.
but...
there's something about living in a conformist's paradise that is rather hellish on one's creativity.
or maybe not.
maybe it's just what i need, to force me to be different.
yeah, that's more like it.
...over the rainbow, way up high...
(still have my tunes running...)
anyway, i should stop dwelling on it.
i should just be thankful my parents are in good enough health that i'm not needed.
but i did ask my mom if she wouldn't mind just breaking her ankle or something.
so i would be NEEDED, for god's sake.
she was willing, cutely enough.
or maybe i can just swing some sort of weekend trip.
like a normal person.
i think i have delusions of grandeur.
or maybe, once again, i just like the sound of that.
...but doesn't that prove it?
ah, nevermind.

sleight of hand and twist of fate...

sometimes i wonder.
actually, most of the time i'm not talking, i spend wondering...
wondering and wandering, in my head.
needing and wanting and wishing and dreaming.
planning?
never.
regretting?
rarely.
appreciating what i have?
ugh.
only if you remind me...
fucking brat.
(me)

you know...
sometimes i am confused.
sometimes i am apathetic.
sometimes i am inspired.
sometimes i am a little bit country...
and i'm ALWAYS a little bit rock n' roll.

over and out.
ten-four.

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