june12.... 2010
still quiet here - poots is generally lost in jesse-world of
late;
some observations have poots firmly esconced in middle age;
i need to remember that the little one is still little
maybe i always thought older gentlemen were to be respected
but somehow i'm not sure
for the record
the world around me is wet
brighter - with a big door -
but wet indeed for a superb may following
there is no paper
the family sleeps
it's week-end; not tunnel's end
"and all the days will wrap around our fingers: they'll hang around our
hearts like bits of gold"
"and every tear we counted, every memory that we thought would linger,
dissapears oh it disappears"
-jann
arden
so i
think life is coming back, that is the bottom line.
out with the Romanians for one; lively people;
dundee is exciting, for a while,
feeling like something interesting will happen
recognizing the world around me
sometimes there's not much time left
and other times, anything is possible
as i encourage her, show her things,
i don't know much about them
but they are there
i can no
longer keep all my wild thoughts in my head,
would i wait 15 minutes for a second marshmallow, asks the mormon one
i need to train her well
may13.... 2010
hey,
it's not facebook;
maybe
no
one's watching (except you, simon)
from a place where we wanted to be seen; now we are hovered over;
picked
apart;
everyone's
watching....
it's what we wanted, no?
ssshhhhh;
no one is watching here;
we can say what we feel
feel what we think;
lurk
it's the matrix now
and they're all connected:
they don't know it
but they are
how scary is that.
is it
like the old days;
typing in ste anne de bellevue
on the second floor
with a bottle of port
and
james
james
was watching
now;
for
once; back where you were;
it's late;
it's dark;
nothing has changed
peace
words
coming
no matter
where poots looks
her old haunts are there
and
mostly
she
is too
can we get listed in fancy blog lists?
unlikely.
we're not fancy anymore poots
but.
we were here then
and we're still here
that's a good thing, no?
it's
still the same peace.
the same beauty.
the same words.
the same keyboard.
the same me.
the same not you.
i like it
still.
jan 21 2010
I had
a
dream
it’s a life we can’t live
buried under our stuff;
from the outside looking in
I wonder who’s on the inside
and who knows reality
jan 14 2010
second attempt
things like
singing and buying stocks have something in common; it’s the things
that connect all start-ups;
the inertia to do something: it’s either there or it isn’t.
do you
have to really want it or can you convince yourself that you really
want it in order to get what you think you want.
I
want
to hit that note, but does my life depend on it? I still derive a lot
of pleasure out of my own singing, imperfect as it may be.
And,
as
for the 200,000 dollars, I guess I really don’t want it badly enough.
freedom comes from having the freedom to choose: not from being bound
inside something: that makes me free now:
so why is it not enough:
jan 05 2010