Poo. |
When I think of poo, I think of you. All glistening and fresh, like the morning dew, only different.
Like poo, you make haste with coffee.
Unlike poo, when you dry out you don't get brittle, and even... Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:19:00 GMT |
The Sandblaster |
The Sandblaster creeps into every inch of what you are. Whilst alone, still accompanied by those that have touched you. Becoming more of one with all that makes you. Stronger, no ne... Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 04:25:00 GMT |
BOOM!!!!! |
So, the first mortar I've ever heard landed near us yesterday.
I had wondered how I would react, if I would freak out or what. Amazingly enough, my first thought was "well, they didn't get m... Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:08:00 GMT |
The middle of the night... |
It was the middle of the night as I boarded the C-130....
There were about thirty or so of us, mostly soldiers, three civilians.
As we boarded the back of the plane, we made sure our kevlar (helm... Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 09:36:00 GMT |
Time |
It's cliche, I know.... There is never enough time, that's the way I feel sometimes. Everything goes away so quickly. I am lucky, foresight is a strongpoint of mine. I have known to slow down t... Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 22:08:00 GMT |
Dad... |
I love you Dad. Throughout all the years, no matter what happened, you were there. I always felt safe knowing you were around. You have always helped my dreams to come true, and somehow, I know ... Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 20:32:00 GMT |
Sometimes.... |
So what if I like to push people away, so what, figure it out. If and when i'm ready to come out of this coccoon, if will be obvious. People, especially women, get into my head easily. Just stay away.... Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 18:49:00 GMT |
it's 4:40 and all is we-ell |
your world....the ways you pushed me downto me one way, them anotherthat kiss, those two kissesso empty, a shell that gives me nightmaresI knew you. I was still memine, while naive, so strongnothing b... Posted by on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 00:53:00 GMT |
The murky depths..... |
Getting ready for a gig..... I try to quiet my mind in preparation for the mass exodus of longing that is my trumpet playing. I wonder if every musician plays for similar reasons. The musical worl... Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 08:55:00 GMT |
Bye, my friend..... |
While it is no longer there, the wood in my ass lives on. I made it through an exhausting mental train wreck of a week. Maybe the duress beat me down to a place where I was finally able to see more of... Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 21:02:00 GMT |