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She
I’ve been back to the place where I buried the past Underneath the old pines She never knew what hit her that day It was the perfect crime Everything dies but some won’t stay dead …and she won’t leave me alone Her voice echoing endless in my head Chills me to the bone
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The Next Blog
Once upon a time I wrote. It didn’t matter the topic. It didn’t matter the time. Waking thoughts, dreams, whatever…I wrote it all down. Then… I returned to work. After 5 months of recovery… The triumphant return. The writing dried up. I don’t know why. People to socialize with? Lack of free time? Regardless, it…
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The Passage Of Time
Why is it that the passing of time takes the polish and shine off of future memories? Something you did , maybe for the first time when you were a kid, just doesn’t feel as exciting and special 10-15 years later when you finally do it again. Music is the same. Do you remember the…
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The “No Blog” Blog
I have to figure out this blog thing. When not working it’s easy to write. When working full time, it hasn’t really crossed my mind. I had a pretty solid 5 month streak where I wrote almost every day. It looks like I’m starting a streak in the opposite direction. The “no blog” streak ends…
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Horses, Chicken Tenders & Not So Happy Hours
The body is unwilling. Tired tattered and torn. He looks at the clock. 3:45 pm. He’s slept the night and most of the day away. Get up! You have to get moving! He thinks to himself. After a little bit of thinking and a whole lot of procrastination, he places his feet on the floor.…
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Back To The Grind
It’s been a few days since I’ve blogged. A return to work has taken up most of the empty spaces in my head. But I still think about things. What to write about. They just get bumped out of the rotation for other pressing needs. Aches and pains. Extreme exhaustion. Bricks in the wall of…
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One Last Time
He looks broken. Slumped shoulder stance. Leaning precariously on the wall. Awaiting his next fall. Time has not been a friend. It has led him to his end. The road he’s been following …a dead end He looks in the mirror Glances once…glances twice. Sees a stranger staring back. Eyes as cold as ice. He…
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Did I Really Forget The Easter Bunny?
Yawning, I look around for the first time today. Sun peeking in, already 10 o’clock. Time flies when you’re sleeping. As I start my mental checklist for the day, I am aware that today is the last day of my 5 months off of work. Tomorrow will be my triumphant, not looking forward to going…
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Bricks
It’s weird how we continue to speak even when everything that needs to be said has already been spoken. Blogs are a perfect example. Some mornings I wake up and lay in bed trying to think of something to write about. Why? Do the 10 people that read my blog really care that I’m struggling…
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Shadow Killers
We killed them. If only they would have stopped moving! It didn’t have to end this way. I swear we might have let them live. Shadows… We killed the shadows, man! Darkness hid the shadows well. But the streetlights unveiled their hiding places. Oh how they danced across the wall, trying to hide once again.…
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Creating Your Daily Persona
What happens when you forget who you are? Do you struggle to remember, or do you just create a whole new person for the day? There are mornings when I wake up and I can’t remember my name. I was a Cowboy, or an Astronaut, or some other cool character when I closed my eyes,…
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Springtime Surprise
All is quiet. It was a beautiful day, 75 degrees outside. The rain put a damper on that, but still… April 5th, 75 degree summertime weather. You can’t ask for anything better. There is something peaceful about a nice day. I love the surprise weather that springtime brings.
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The Art Of Sleepwalking
Have you ever had one of those mornings? That moment when you open your eyes and you ask yourself…”where the hell am I and how did I get here? You’ve wandered through the maze of dirty clothes and random things on the bedroom floor, made it safely through the minefeld of cat toys and other…
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At A Roadside Rest
It’s noon, nearing the end of a 300 mile road trip. I stopped for a little stretching and one last moment with the beautiful spring weather in Ohio. It’s 60 degrees here. About 10-15 degrees warmer than at home. I feel like a bird, migrating. I’m not at home and everything seems a little weird.…
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From Grace
Tombstone eyes And a graveyard smile I’ve become a ghost Sinking all the while She’s forgotten that I’m here Does she remember anything at all? And in her darkest fears Does she remember the graceless fall …From Grace From the summer sun …from Grace The unraveling has begun
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Road Trip
Road trip. 5 hours in the car. A boring drive in a driving rain. The scenery flies by. Time drags on. I wish I had a dragon. The scenery would burn. As we fly by. Five hours on a dragon. My butt is sore. They haven’t made a saddle comfortable enough …yet Bucket seats, internet…
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A Fight To Survive
Today is the day. It’s been a long 5 months, but it’s finally arrived. My release back into the wild. I’ve been carefully and systematically rebuilt from the ground up. All pieces are working though still learning how to function together in perfect symmetry. What have I learned? The process, sometimes works. We don’t always…
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Starfunks Coffee
Another day trip to hell. It was already shaping up to be a shitty day. Sleep was more elusive than a greased beaver last night. Every time I thought I was there, something pulled me back out and I was instantly awake and superwired😳. The day came much too soon, and I had a lot…
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Perdition
Escalate Always on the run Congregate At the point of the gun Enslaved by the hate We keep digging this hole Until we escape In absolute control All we need now is to meet the end In a dreamers hideaway At the gates of the roads to perdition We gave our souls away
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Books That Kill
It started out so innocently. A book and a fresh cup of coffee. Pillows fluffed up and bedside light on. Another relaxing afternoon in the works. Oh how I love days like this! … 3 hours later. Disoriented…shadows dance on the bedroom walls. Feet tangled magically. What the hell happened? Did somebody crack me up…
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Bookworms And Black Holes
I was thinking…what is it about reading a good novel? You start reading and think that it’s going to be hard to get into. Maybe it starts slow, or you have a hard time identifying with a character. But you slough through the first 30-40 pages and it gets more interesting. Ohh ohhh! That door…
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Cats And Their Dead Toys
It started with just a hint of funk. “Something stinks like wet sneakers.“ It’s barely noticeable but it’s there. So the day moves on. I catch a whiff every now and then. Right near my dirty old shoes. I figure, it’s time for new shoes anyways. I’ll contemplate that idea tomorrow . Tomorrow comes. As…
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Living The Dream
Hi. It’s been a long time. How have you been? Me? I’ve been alright. Living the dream, as they say. Whose dream? Well, it certainly wasn’t mine, but I kinda made it mine, since I’m living it, you know? Dreams. I think I dreamed all night, something about school shootings, rock stars as teachers and…
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Spicy Spices
Midnight. I need a snack. Something quick and easy. Sitting there on the counter, a box of microwave popcorn. Ahhhh! Easy solutions. But popcorn is just meh! I need something exciting in my life. So, I look in the cupboard, find some Cajun spices and voila!!! My popcorn has just gotten a little more exciting.…
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The Bottle
He carefully scribbled his message in the sand. 10 words… S.O.S. Help! I’ve been stuck on this island for years! He looked around. The desolation . The loneliness ate at his soul It had been too long. Nobody there to hear his cries for help. He slowly sat back down Placed two fresh ice cubes…
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Down The Rabbit Hole
It all starts with familiarity. You start at point A. You feel safe and secure in the knowledge, that, yes you’ve been here before. Warm fuzzy slippers on your feet, you’re content in your surroundings. A left turn here, another one there…you climb up the hill. It still looks kinda familiar, but not really. The…
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Guitar Stuff
Every day there is music Somewhere between waking and the end of the day It hits me between the eyes Music… Usually with lots of guitars Les Paul…dirty rock n roll Fender Strats…the blues. SRV & Hendrix Jackson…metal and Iron Maiden PRS…jazz and pop. I own a few guitars. 28 to be exact. There are…
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Art And Sole
Some morning, while the house is quiet and before the day begins, take a long look around you. The entire world is a work of art. Beauty is everywhere. The way a shadow lingers on its wall. A gently swaying cobweb in the corner of the room. The rain slithering down the window….beautiful! Even soles…
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Kung Fu Leprechaun
Have you ever seen a Leprechaun with a fu Manchu? I often wonder where that secret society of ninjas hide. The Kung Fu Leprechauns and the Ninjas of The Tir Na Nog Deep in the hilly countryside Somewhere in the mountains of Ireland They watch and they wait… Doing Ninja stuff… They are probably the…
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A Madman And His Thoughts
Don’t take it personally… This way I don’t have to see you I don’t have to hear your voice anymore It’s better this way… I’m no good for you… Or am I no good for me? I’ve destroyed my phone I’ve eliminated all social media All forms of contact are shut down Believe me when…
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Pray To The Pizza Gods
It always ends up being about food. I mean, we all eat. Some of us thrive when it’s something familiar, something predictable. Pizza is like that. At least for me it is. When you’ve eaten enough pizza, you can tell the tiny differences between certain brands & different restaraunts. And each time you order up…
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Psycho Fireflies and Soulmates
In the dark …a firefly dances on the wall It’s inner energy radiant in its beauty The night is a better place When an innocent light shines And chases ghosts away I imagine myself as that firefly Dancing on your wall Watching over you, protecting you I would do anything for you A psycho firefly…
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Late Night Brewings
It’s 9 PM. The day winds down And I bathe in moonlight The sun is gone I look towards the window The halogen streetlights shine A weak stream of light To guide the sublime At this point in the day I stop and make my way To the coffee and to the kitchen It’s time……
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I wonder how much stuff people get away with, because of who they are? There are crazy things that they attempt, knowing that they will most likely never be called out on them. I personally think that my every move is being watched…I’m paranoid. They’re watching me right now as I type this Who? THEM!!!…
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Prophecy and salvation Dancing in their graves As the marionettes pull their strings Shining dead man’s eyes We stare into the eyes of the living While we stir up thoughts of the lost and gone The great hunt has begun Searching high and low For answers..for a way to escape As death hunts each one…
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100?
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Wow! You’re old! How the funk did you make it this far? Was it drugs? Lots of good sex? No sex? Tell me your secrets so I don’t make the same mistakes 😂 100 is too long. I’m thinking more like 75. Maybe I’ll change my mind when…
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Waterfalls And Trainwrecks
I woke to the sound of waterfalls They can be beautiful to watch Sometimes, sitting at the banks of the river Watching the blue waters cascade over Is the most relaxing thing Today??? I had to get up and pee! Fucking dreams! The sound of the water stimulated my bladder About 30 minutes before I…
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A Bed Of Snakes
Laying comatose in a bed of snakes Reflections from the broken glass Twinkling in the arid desert sun A modern day mirage before me Images of home, images of being alone I know, because I am the one Broken promises and broken dreams In this nowhere Nevada wasteland Dashboard Jesus looks out over his kingdom…
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What Did Daylight Savings Really Save?
Daylight savings time Is it really something that we must do every six months? I seem to remember, every time it occurs, the people who work 3rd shift are the ones who get screwed every time. The day shift comes in an hour later than usual and the night guys lose the hour of sleep…
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Writing Observations
When I’m writing, I often wonder if I give up the story or finish too soon. It ends too quickly. I’ll have an idea pop into my head and I start, but quickly shift gears and I’m transported somewhere else. I’ll read it back and think to myself…”hmmm, sounds good enough” I’ve said what I…
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Traveling To Hell
He stood at the top of the hill Looking down… Trees lined the path Rugged, rutted and muddy At the bottom? Destination: ground zero. The flats await him. As does she… Satan His fear of heights forgotten All because of a woman She compels him to climb down Into her hell… And maybe die for…
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The Desire To Be Something Else
If I was a salamander I wonder what I would do? I mean, right at this moment As I laid here in bed I guess it would be a bed of moss Or an area near the water So…I guess I wouldn’t need to shower Only to roll over into the creek or brook And…
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Belly Rhymes With Elle
I went to the medicine cabinet Got me a cotton swab A fingertip of liquid soap And gently closed the knob I took that cotton swab And swirled it all around The belly button area Until the dirt was gone I cleaned my belly button Because I was inspired If you believe that tall tall…
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Going Fishing Later…
I was going to write tonight but I decided not to. I guess I have nothing to say, so I won’t say anything at all. It’s easy to be silent when there is nothing there. No words, no coherent thought. A string of letters that form thoughts and ideas? Nope, not tonight. My brain has…
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Ninja Games
They move across the room, aware of every obstacle in their way. Silent assassins, ninjas of the spirit world. Stealthy and silent, their skills on display for all to see. Or not see. For they are… N I N J A S I’ve carefully studied my Ninja. The skills require to, in one second not…
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Good Night
Silence It creeps Shadows Grow deep Daylight It fades Today becomes Yesterday I’m sinking into the dreamtime Good night
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A ghetto
Ghetto lights A ghetto inside Corn bread and bbq chicken Mac & cheese And a touch of homicide The killers kill They drive by slowly and execute Death by misadventure I wonder how many regrets are felt When they kill for their colors Are they really savage inhumane thugs? Do they feel? I can feel…
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Before June/ Bowie
Once upon a moonage daydream. There was a man who fell to earth. Ziggy Stardust. So where were the spiders? …and the last thing on his mind was his path to non-existence. From mountains to crystalline skies. Diversions and constant change. And All the young dudes carried the news. To the ends of the earth…
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Ohhh’fer May
I look up at the calendar and realize It’s been awhile since I was here last. Late April. Life gets in the way yet again. Time is not a friend to those who work for a living. Going from having free time 24-7 to scrambling 24-7. It sucks, to be perfectly honest. At least I…
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Hard truth
Reality is a hard truth. In fact, it’s the only hard truth. Everything else is secondary. Myths. That’s what it all becomes.
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