You may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's Garden or you will be put into a pie and eaten by that old man.

About Me

I enjoy watching MASH and reading the poetry of Charles Bukowski. I love learning and thinking about God and this odd little universe he created. And I am overwhelmed with joy that I can write an "About Me" section on a website and not care what any kids will think of me by reading it. The rest you'll have to learn for yourself.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

I Woke Up (literally, not in a figurative spiritual or emotional way)

1
I had another dream last night.
You had tears in your eyes
but all I had were excuses.
I don't know what to make of it-
I think I'm always right?
And don't know when I've hurt you?
I can't make sense of where this belongs in my life
but I'll do my best to try.

2
You are God
being ignored
and falling to pieces.
I let you rest your head on my shoulder
then I close my eyes
and let my dreams take me far away from here.
Who am I?

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Guess What I've Been Reading

"Let me tell you the most beautiful story I know.
A man was given a dog, which he loved very much.
The dog went with him everywhere,
but the man could not teach it to do anything useful.
The dog would not fetch or point,
it would not race or protect or stand watch.
Instead the dog sat near him and regarded him,
always with the same inscrutable expression.
'That's not a dog, it's a wolf,' said the man's wife.
'He alone is faithful to me,' said the man,
and his wife never discussed it with him again.
One day the man took his dog with him into his private airplane
and as they flew over high winter mountains,
the engines failed
and the airplane was torn to shreds among the trees.
The man lay bleeding,
his belly torn open by blades of sheared metal,
steam rising from his organs in the cold air,
but all he could think of was his faithful dog.
Was he alive? Was he hurt?
Imagine his relief when the dog came padding up
and regarded him with that same steady gaze.
After an hour the dog nosed the man's gaping abdomen,
then began pulling out intestines and spleen and liver
and gnawing on them,
all the while studying the man's face.
'Thank God,' said the man.
'At least one of us will not starve.' "

from The God Whispers of Han Qing-jao

Monday, June 25, 2007

Where's The Reality?

So I was just playing Guitar Hero ... I know, I know, you can see where I'm going with this but I'm not going to talk about how the guitar riffs are simplistic compared to actual guitar playing or that they make being a rock star look easy and avoid all the real work. I just played in Austin (in the game) at the Warped Tour playing The Allman Brothers. You may be thinking, "Hey, they're a good band". And yes, they are AMAZING!! But Warped Tour? What would they be doing there. Though if they ever did play Warped Tour THAT would make me want to go. I almost convinced myself that it was worth going this year with the introduction of better heavier acts like Killswitch Engage, As I Lay Dying, Maylene and I wouldn't mind seeing As Cities Burn again ...
I'll end on that note because none of this has anything to do with anything.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

I Am A Complete Hack or On Writing and Poetry

I'd like to
but
I think
I'll get this
little bit of piss
out of me
then leave.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Almost A Memory

Please look into these sad, dark eyes and say there is no more-
no more pain
or sorrow;
long lost hate coming back to haunt me in my last days.
Please look into these tired, old eyes where wisdom would once abide
and say "I love you"
one last time.