highway blues

Shifted like a heartbeat lovestruck and confused. Moving fast while staring intently into the window of a car, there's this beautiful woman in which I only see a side profile of, but the side must be her good side. In fact, I just realized it was half of her face, and if it is as identical as I assume then she's the elegance I've waited to change lanes for. As I casually cruise my eyes in the direction that my car is traveling I tug my car in the momentum to dodge a large truck. (WTF!?) Why does everything have to stop me from pursing an interest? The windows of this car mute the conversation that is dying to exist, yet in my mind it doesn't go over so well, so I fancy her with a charged smile, and her response- still a side profile. So then I wonder, am I under the impression that she's not feeling me? I drive on waiting to grasp a glance, then a 1/4 mile passes and I lost my chance, she's on the off ramp.

Life's too short to dance with ugly chicks

Married or not, she's a helluva woman. There's not a woman that I've crossed passed with that I haven't fell in love with, whether it's 10 minutes or 10 years. Is that fair? Men love cars, men love sports, fishing, drawing, reading and writing. Hell some even love drinking. I love women. A woman, I do love, but as a collective noun women are the love of my life. How sad. It's as sad as how lonely I'll be if I chased that love over the one that loves me back.

I know it hurts

I've got to be one f*#%@d up person if my volatile temperament has the capacity to mutate a once sweet and kind hearted person to someone who can hold the cold reigns of my persona. It should be illegal to transfer vices, and loathsome thoughts, yet it crosses the threshold on a plate grease up with olive oil. I am trying to find the please in my voice, or at least in the blue sky, and maybe the chemical imbalance will bring me back to happiness. It seems I'm getting it together in a mindstate that keeps saying "you got it." I do love her, and her love is strong, or else I wouldn't have made it this long, but she won't always "love me no matter what."

Cheerios parachute on to a soccer field

I lost track of time in the middle refereeing interview, I didn't get the job. I've been distracted by how often I blink and it's synchronization to the flickering l.e.d. light in the corner of the room. A room stained with white walls, where shadows seem to be intimidated by their welcome.

Artistic Refuge

There no need for a whole speech on this when the image can speak for itself.

Thank you mother nature

Yesterday was my favorite day. I was singing, "I hope tomorrow is like today!" Well, it's supposed to be, but nothing seemed to revel my insides more than the astonishing splash the clouds painted on the background. The sky was full of depth, the shades of blue really made my summer come alive. This is a proper farewell. And so, yesterday I lived happily ever after. Today you can say it's the afterlife. Spirits dance around vividly like wishing stars, which we all know are seeds, and we hope to catch them so they can root into our dreams. Does beauty always feel this good? Where it can over the look the cold feel of tarp on a five hour cold body? It must. Homeless people even look chipper. I'm in the middle of the city and for the first time this summer I wish I was surrounded by more plants than concrete. I want to feel the coolness of the vegetation and the wind that swept across the land just to touch me in the face. I want to feel that.

Insane in the membrane

It's crazy out there...
that's the title of a very good friend of mine's poem. It's also a true statement.
It's so crazy you'll soon hearing about how a one year old stabbed a their new born sibling. People seem to carry this demented or insane characteristic in their bloodline. It also seems that people are being pushed to their limits and hitting a threshold that causes nothing but calamity to the outside world. "They" say pray for these people. I say pray for the future because as much as the media cherishes on running a headline (negative) into our society's brainwaves all we will see is a dissenting destiny. I mean weather we have extremist holding employees at gunpoint because of what they see on the discovery channel or a former coworker blasting people away because he was fired (racial tension). Then there are political figures and their scandals, corrupt people taking dollars amounts that could run a small country and killers with such a devious way of going about a crime. I just say it's all going to hell, everyone and all of it. There's always hope, but I say have fun then get on the sled because its all coming down.