I will never admit to you I miss you |
In the quiet of the evening and I'm all aloneI will never admit I miss you.In the early morning snuggled warm in my bedI will never admit I miss you.When I hear a funny joketaste a lovely glass of win... Posted by on Fri, 21 Aug 2009 19:17:00 GMT |
Winter Isolation |
I find myself fighting the winter blahs the last few days, must be the cold snap. Life has it's usual stresses, some old hat and some new. Probably it's the weather (or Seasonal Affectedness... Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 14:05:00 GMT |
New Year, Starting over |
Starting over can be wonderful, but the process to get to it can really suck. I believe I have made it a good part of the way through the sucky part, although it's not all gone... and I am b... Posted by on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:04:00 GMT |
The best man was a guitar player |
The best man I've loved was a guitar player. Stumming late at night his music on my sides, as if I were the instrument. He transferred the music in his soul to me through his fingertips, into my ... Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 08:39:00 GMT |
Get Away |
I need a getaway. To get away from here, away from the responsibilities. To get away form the endless work and facing of reality my life involves.
Take me somewhere warm, where the perfumed bree... Posted by on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 07:42:00 GMT |
Customer Service Week |
Its National Customer Service Week here. Who designates these things, the President? A group of CEOs somewhere who need to justify their multi-million dollar salaries with some morale booster?&n... Posted by on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 16:56:00 GMT |
Epiphanies |
Epiphanies
We go through life, looking for that great epiphany. That moment when all is clear to us, the mysteries of our lives are revealed.
Actually life is a series of small epiphanies.Defin... Posted by on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 16:49:00 GMT |
Memories come in dreams |
I remember in my dreams, what I try to forget while awake.
The smell of me on your lips, the look in your eyes at this moment, your soft joyful laugh, and then the sounds of your... Posted by on Sun, 02 Oct 2005 18:49:00 GMT |
"Your Voice" , an analysis |
I've been reading some work from Pablo Neruda, and this is
one that I'm thinking about today:
You sing, and your voice peels... by Pablo Neruda
You sing, and your voice peels the husk of the day's gra... Posted by on Sun, 02 Oct 2005 17:21:00 GMT |
Definition of "Friend" vs FB |
It appears some defining is in order here, guys. When I say "Friend" I do not mean "Fuck Buddy". When I say I'm here to talk to friends....I mean people with similar interests, with ideas an... Posted by on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 19:28:00 GMT |