Old

Growing Up

Reminiscing about the past,

How it tends to last,

The memories of our days,

Spent living them away.

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Fancy Dancer

They say that Mister Rango

Loved to do the tango,

He's stay up every night til dawn,

Dancing the tango on his front lawn.

 

And every once in a full blue moon,

On nights it rained, and some afternoons,

He sell you a dime bag or two,

But now he's too old for that, at 52.

 

12:02 AM 7/7/2013 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

nursery rhyme

just poetic

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and the words fell onto the page 

 

just as silently as he aged

 

a lost memory is regained

 

when the truth is revealed 

 

and the rains rain

 

 

everything happens in good time

 

life certainly has it's own way to rhyme

 

don't you wish you were still young

 

and could feel the pleasure of the past's rain upon your tongue?

 

 

how does it feel 

 

to live this lie?

 

knowing you'll carry this

 

til your final goodbye

 

 

 

 

8:38 AM 7/6/2013

 

 

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I'm not to young

 

 

 

 

Love, people say I’m too young to know what it is

I say it doesn’t matter your age it matters the person and that person is you

I love you through the storms and droughts

I love you when you don’t and when you do

I love you when we argue when we agree

Even if I am 70 years old or just 5

No matter what we go through no matter what I do

I love you,

 

 

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Photograph

dry and parched, the love we had,

 

deep in my memory,

 

i wander through mirages,

 

like this photo of you and me,

 

and though it's badly weathered ,

 

donned with cracks, it's fading shade,

 

the sweetness lingers deep within,

 

about the love we made,

 

my fist is clenched, the beads of sweat,

 

fragmented, splintered glass,

 

forever leaving one concern,

 

"Why can't i throw it in the trash?"

 

 

 

 

1:37 AM 6/23/2013  ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

old useless photos. 

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Another Dr.'s Appointment (a sprinting sentence)

So it went like this....

 

I got a text from a girl who is really a nurse-girl (and also a friend's wife) who works at a hospital who was speaking with a Neurologist about my condition and the doc said he wanted to see me and all and could possibly help and so I made an appointment and they sent me a packet of paper which made me feel like I was in school again answering all those silly questions but there was no grade and I was suppose to bring it with me and I talked to a nice nurse-type girl who worked at the office on the phone and she gave me a seeminly comfortable date to come in and see the doctor so I filled out the proper paper work and was glad I wasn't graded for hand-writing or grammar and drove after a normal half-day of work out to Aurora and into the hospital complex while listening to an album I've been waiting for to come out for quite some time but was magicially put on NPR Music a week earlier(for a pre-listen I guess) and I was happy but chain-smoking as always(even though I knew they would take my blood pressure once I got inside and scold me about the cigarettes) and found the place pretty easily thanks to the technology in my phone these days and walked with my new prescription sunglasses which the Indian woman at Pearle Vision told me were selling like, "Hot Cakes!" in a Canadian accent, (which I thought was really funny and also made me smile) and had my other new(regular) pair of glasses folded all neat clipped to the top of my shirt and thinking I was kinda hot-shit-but-not-that-hot-of-shit because, after all, i'm kinda blind, and I walked into that big medical complex feeling a little afraid but hopefull for some reason and I found the Suite # just fine and walked up and gave the nurse-looking girl all my credentials (and thank-god I had insurance and a valid ID ya know) and it all went real smooth and I was early for probably the second time in my life and they told me I was early (they had no idea it was ONLY the second time in my life) and they said to have a seat and the doctor would be with me shortly and so I sat down and crossed my legs which hurt my balls a little bit but became comfortable once the Ol' Boys got settled and I was looking at all the artwork and there was tons of stuff with clouds and roads and mostly clouds and I heard snippets of the nurse-girls conversations and all they were talking about was Diet Coke and Tab and hushed little tid-bits I couldn't make out and I waited for a good long while (maybe 45-an-hour) and I was thinking how un-emotional all the artwork actually was and how they were just trying to make the REALLY dying people think of clouds and roads but it was so un-emotional and stale and I couldn't draw half-a-lick of any of it anyways but I still didn't like it and I checked my phone a couple of times and the Pitchfork website to see if there was any new album reviews or music updates to sing about but there weren't and finally the doctor came and called my name and I greeted him and said, " Hey, how ya doing?" and he said, "You beat me to the punch, i'm the doctor and you're the patient, i'm suppose to be asking YOU that question" and we went back through a couple right-angled halways and into his office and he asked me about my condition and made me take off my socks and shoes stuck me with a simple pin on my extremities and told me to use a balloon but besides that I was shit out of luck. He gave me some options and one was an electrical stimulation device that would cross my nerves possibly and make me wink when I smiled (I think they may just be good for me anyways, One simple wink with a smile. But EVERY time!? I don't know about that....) So he told me all this and I didn't feel any relief what-so-ever but still walked out with my chest puffed out (because one of the nurse-girls was very attractive) and she asked me if i'd like to make a follow-up appointment and I waived my had in dismissal but asked where the vending machines were even though I had absolutly no intention of visiting them and I took the elevator down from the 4th floor and it stopped on 3 and a woman and her son stepped in the car and he was in particularly bad shape and I didn't wish that I was any better but thanked whatever god that I didn't have that and got back in my car and finished the rest of that album I was excited to hear on NPR Music and was semi-satisfied but also aware of the 3 strike rule and that I would have to just live with it. Sometimes you are shit out of luck, sometimes there's no light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes it could be worse.

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My Boy and I Go Everywhere Together

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Creative Writing

I want a puppy.

 

I want it to be fluffy and dark,

 

I want it to nibble on my fingers, I want it to cry

 

every time I leave it by itself.

 

I want it to lick my face and my hands.

 

When I carry it around town,

 

I want all the ladies to coo, tut and awe for me

 

and my little buddy. I want to buy

 

him new chew toys and milk bones

 

so he can learn new tricks.

 

I want a puppy that’ll grow big and strong

 

so I can wrestle with him.

 

I want my old neighbor, George, to notice

 

my pup, along with Marty and

 

chubby little Peter from across the street.

 

I’d invite party buses full of famous folk,

 

like Ben Affleck or Betty White,

 

then the whole world will know about

 

my new puppy with the pointy ears

 

and the soft coat. If someone offered me money

 

for the cutie, I’ll laugh it off and tell him:

 

“My puppy, not yours. No sale!”

 

When he grows to be a big, old dog,

 

we’ll be the best friends anyone has ever seen.

 

No one will be able to take him from my side,

 

not even my old lady.

 

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17

Folder: 
Lovespeak

I feel to get out of here

I feel like celebrating

Drop the confusion

Adore diversion

 

Bring out the cake,

It's a new day

We'll make the sun shine so bright,

We'll make it shine till midnight

 

We talk about our crushes

Say things with all those hushes

Before we dance around

Be free with no chains bound

 

Then we go to our classes

I put on my sunglasses

Now, my mates don't know what to call me

But all I want is to be happy

 

We know people good and bad

Some can make us really mad

Even if we see a thousand mean girls

We know life has many to offer

 

I'm feeling 17

We dance like no one's there

We dare to do those sins

We should fly to nowhere

 

Fall in love the worst way

Cry and laugh every day

Watch the stars in the sky

Wish as they shine so bright

 

Now that I'm 17

We explore many things

Before I turn 18

Let's make hell out of this

 

Old Friend

Folder: 
Lovespeak

Here comes the golden age

But we grow far each day

Like the moon, I can't reach you

Like the sea, I'm just so blue

 

I don't know what to say

It's like life has its own way

To make people go gray

I have to find my own way

 

I want to tell you something

How this bliss feels like

Each time, you left me hanging

Happiness soon dies

 

You know my heartbreaks,

Why do you leave me behind?

I opened my gates,

Why did you still stand aside?

 

I miss all of you already

I miss the times we told stories

I miss going out with you

I miss telling you the truth

 

You leave me behind again

Maybe this is how the world works

You don't dine with me again

I wish we'd go and laugh once more