My Intent is to do what I can in THIS moment, as if the future were not an option, with the knowledge that inertia=nonexistance | Intent.com

My Intent is to do what I can in THIS moment, as if the future were not an option, with the knowledge that inertia=nonexistance | Intent.com

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I keep wrapping myself up in them again and again...How can some one be so foolish?

especially people who care about strangers who say they care about social injustice do you only care about the bleeding crowd

Musical: Hair
Song: Easy to Be Hard

How can people be so heartless
How can people be so cruel
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold

How can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no

And especially people
Who care about strangers
Who care about evil
And social injustice
Do you only
Care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend

How can people be so heartless
You know I'm hung up on you
Easy to give in
Easy to help out

And especially people
Who care about strangers
Who say they care about social injustice
Do you only
Care about the bleeding crowd
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend

How can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no

I married on of these people...and I seem to keep wrapping myself up in them again and again...

How can some one be so foolish?
How can someone be so blind?

nothing profound to today...

just Revelations...

Be Careful Which Wold You Feed

Interesting old Cherokee legend that tells us that our state of mind is our choice.
Read it here:
Be Careful Which Wolf You Feed

living downtown

living downtown

my street, more alley
is the shortcut
to every urban pleasure

they pass beneath
the bathroom window

i keep it open
to let in out
out in

i never go
there, into the street
i can hear just fine
from here

which indie films
were the good ones

which chef ventured
too far-out
even for these
pedestrian
nouveau-riche

the last audible
measures from the
live concert
find their way
through the mesh
in my screen

i smoke cigarettes
on the toilet seat
and sing

Walking Home Alone...in the Dark

I just walked home alone...after 2 am...from a bar...half happy...half drunk...I left a former student there...he calls me Mom now...and said he'd be home later....

I actually met a man tonight...he asked for my number...he's younger...as usual...I'll never understand why the younger guys are always the one's to go for me...and I do mean "go for me"...he actually got up and crossed the room to sit at my table and talk to with me for hours...or shout at me, really...why is the music always soooooo loud?

I was annoyed, at first when my adopted student son called and insisted he was coming over for the evening...but, in the end, I am glad to have spent too much money feeding and entertaining him...I need to get out more...I too often forget that all the "life" one could wish for is within walking distance when one lives "downtown"....

I still wonder about leaveing my "son" to find his way "home"...I won't sleep until he's in and safely snuggled in on the couch...you'd think I'd actually birthed him from the way I foster and fawn...

I am typing like a drunk...too much backspacing and spell-checking....

I am so grateful to have had fun this evening...into night...on till morning...and that is good...and sad....

I need to find a cure for reclusive...

Water...yes...drink some water...

and go to bed....with one ear open...listening for the child to settle in....

The Sand to My Pearl

Wow...I have not posted in this blog for a while. The poem below is a snippet from a post on my other blog that just seemed right for this one too:

The Sand to My Pearl

from Sand i learned falling
slowly
eyes wide open
seeing each layer pass
toward the depths of
in love

before i had only known
the quick plunge
into bed
even more quickly wed
then gone

Sand touched me so right
in all the wrong places

i knew love could be
torture
now i know how
to leave the torment
and carry the love
away

Sand scratched
all the old places
where wounds
never sealed
only scarred

Sand taught me to roll
old pain in that womb
where I grow myself
anew
to shine
from behind
wise eyes

the Sand now Pearl
is you


by blue 1/2008

I just saw a strange sad thing

I was proceeded into Publix grocery by a little old man with a rather bow-legged walk and bright darting eyes, magnified by big glasses.

He walked past a bin of avacados and pocketed one.

He walked up the dairy isle, picked up a quart of milk and put it in his cart, opened the Publix sales flier and pretended to read as he scanned the isle with his bug-like eyes.

When he thought the coast was clear, he twisted the small side cap from the carton and gulped down half the quart in a matter of seconds. Moments later he began scanning the dairy as if looking for another purchase, then surreptitiously replaced the half empty carton to exactly where he had plucked it.

Noticing my noticing him, he toddled off with amazing bow-legged speed and disappeared around the corner.

I said nothing and did nothing. I thought anything I could say or do would only add to the mixture of embarrassment and defiance I saw when those bugged eyes met mine.