Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Hey you bad dream, nightmare
cross eyed vision of the dull burning past
Hey you lustful enticing glimpse of the future,
don't tease me...
just fade away.
You're both strangers to me today
Who's really crossed the line?
There's something wrong in the atmosphere
There's a price paid for being here...
parasites picking away at our bones...
clawing at our souls...
we're left ravaged and in fear,
wilted, but beyond control...
on the frontier...
just rolling stones.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
It's time we try something new.
It's time we thought differently and faced a new reality.
If we don't, the peril we face is of our own making.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
They've removed the need to be tied to a computer to share with the world, and made photography much more spontaneous.
I trust that tablets will take this transformation a step further.
Monday, March 26, 2012
If we had, we wouldn't be in the jam we're in today.
The economy is in shambles, and we're at a point where we just can't seem to pick up the pieces and put it all back together. Call it a state of denial.
Until we can take a long hard look at ourselves, admit our mistakes, and prioritize our energies, things will continue to fall apart.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The time is right
The hour is now
deep rooted destiny.
coming into focus
Extortion, Explanation, Exclamation,
conspiracy hot on the horizon
Sages done fast...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
matters of the heart
cold and indiscreet...
preserved for display...
a silhouette that moves
with the waning day ...
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
She's watching form the tiny window,
with a grin she knows your dark secrets.
Her dust laden chair clicks off measures of time, your life...
The pool of reflection is glazed over,
your path is straight...
she's waiting for you to join her...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
people have fallen through the cracks,
we've lost our way and have yet to do the things needed to adapt a changed world and put the great recession behind us.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
"Sure, but that'll be the last. Were closing soon."
Mona knew the place was closing. That was the reason she didn't wait for the cocktail waitress. She knew if she waited she would have never gotten another drink, and she needed that drink so she could sleep.
She was upset. She sat and thought, smoke drifting softly from her mouth. "He should have called me. Why didn't he call? The bastard doesn't love me! He's just like Stan."
She was on the verge of crying, but fought back the tears. She didn't want to redo her makeup. "Damn Stan, we should have gotten married, but how was I to know he didn't want children? I'm thirty-five, I don't want to be alone forever. I miss Stan, he was good to me, we had so much fun together, but it's too late for that."
Too late it was, she couldn't look back. She knew that, it was just a silly little habit of hers that she couldn't help. It just crept up from time to time. The past. She had to think ahead, of today, and her plans of moving on with her new "gentleman", but where was he?
She lit one last cigarette, and finished her drink. Time to call it an evening. She felt better, if that's what the numbness was. She knew it was time to go.
Her Art Deco surroundings had become indistinct, a nightly occurrence.
Out front she waited for the valet to bring her car. Teetering a little, she smiled and thought about how good it is to have the best of everything.
of broken toys left behind
of broken lives lived in pantomime
of factory fun
as new digits roll across
everyone is running just trying
to keep pace
new breakthroughs throwing life
and pushing balance underground
everything is video
the stories are worn
all as small as
the missed world
there's no understanding
any of this....