Sunday, March 16, 2008
Crazy Neighbors
The neighbors are crazy, load by voice, foot and music.
Sometimes I want to open a hole in my floor and yell at them.
She is nice, the mother. She has two boys and she is never home.
The boys stomp, roll and wrestle more then they should and they
always make to much noise.
I am up, awake, woke by the smashing of feet, arms and elbows
that met with hardwood floors; It is a sound that is familiar. Walking
slowly to the kitchen, a fresh pot of tea I've started. Boom! Bam!
Crash! micro earthquakes erupt beneath my feet; morning has
begun, albeit not my choice. patience
I suppose it is no different then my brief years as a young boy.
I must admit -- It was fun! The joy of fighting off ones best mate
or sibling. The feeling of victor for being the strongest; it was
grand.
So, I will lay here in bed rubbing my belly, sipping my green
ginger tea, and ponder the time when I was a boy and I was
the crazy neighbor. :)
Sometimes I want to open a hole in my floor and yell at them.
She is nice, the mother. She has two boys and she is never home.
The boys stomp, roll and wrestle more then they should and they
always make to much noise.
I am up, awake, woke by the smashing of feet, arms and elbows
that met with hardwood floors; It is a sound that is familiar. Walking
slowly to the kitchen, a fresh pot of tea I've started. Boom! Bam!
Crash! micro earthquakes erupt beneath my feet; morning has
begun, albeit not my choice. patience
I suppose it is no different then my brief years as a young boy.
I must admit -- It was fun! The joy of fighting off ones best mate
or sibling. The feeling of victor for being the strongest; it was
grand.
So, I will lay here in bed rubbing my belly, sipping my green
ginger tea, and ponder the time when I was a boy and I was
the crazy neighbor. :)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Into the stratosphere
Catch the sky if you can
And when you do
Jump into a cloud
Ride over the land beneath
Swoop down through the stratosphere
Down to the clearest and most pristine lake you can find
Run your hands through the waters
Drink from it
Love the moment
Breathe the air
Close your eyes
Inhale deeply
Raise your arms
And release yourself
And when you do
Jump into a cloud
Ride over the land beneath
Swoop down through the stratosphere
Down to the clearest and most pristine lake you can find
Run your hands through the waters
Drink from it
Love the moment
Breathe the air
Close your eyes
Inhale deeply
Raise your arms
And release yourself
Friday, March 14, 2008
A new friends
I met this really cool person today. I know that we are not to read to much into anything these days, but I'd have to say I believe I see a great future with my new friend!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Love, why?
I think we all hope to obtain love some day and hopefully by someone that truly loves us back. But, how can we ever be sure that the one we believe to be the love of all love is in deed that true love. Why do we want it so bad? The answer is, love can lift, motivate and remove burdens. Love can also crush, destroy, and even cause us to kill. So, why is it that we try so hard to find this mad-crazy feeling that seems to be innate, yet so very elusive?
I can say with certainty that I’ve been a fool for love and without the gratifying ending that so many Hollywood films depict. You know the films that I'm talking about--with the loving couple that reunite at the end and live happily-ever-after.
In my mind it would be the most spiteful of all jokes if the Gods placed love among us for their own personal entertainment. Can you imagine those narcissistic bastards sitting among the heavens watching us rip each other apart, and then beg for their help to find some reason to fall in love once again? So I ask; love, why?
Tony - 2006
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