"You are my great mystery - the definitive contradiction. You were my greatest joy and are my worst sorrow. I sincerely wish you would either spend the rest of your life with me or leave me be forever."
She said, "I don't know what to say."
They never spoke again, only in their dreams.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Locked Room Lyrics
My life is over.
I'm already dead.
Only around to tell you what's ahead.
Lower that gun, boy.
Grit your teeth,
And turn around.
Pick a spot on the globe, boy.
That's where you can be,
Just as long as you don't end up like me.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
This is "Passive, Politically Correct, Poetry. Relatively Speaking, Of Course."
Opinions are on tags and I've labeled everything.
And I'm sure you'll attempt to define it all differently.
Of course, you have the freedom to arrange things anyway you'd like - just keep it to yourself, right?
Who made up that rule anyway?
Let's hear other's answers to the trivial and the sincere!
But, rules are rules... Let it be.
However, if we were ever to feel like rebels again, I just want you to know that I labeled you in pencil.
And I'm sure you'll attempt to define it all differently.
Of course, you have the freedom to arrange things anyway you'd like - just keep it to yourself, right?
Who made up that rule anyway?
Let's hear other's answers to the trivial and the sincere!
But, rules are rules... Let it be.
However, if we were ever to feel like rebels again, I just want you to know that I labeled you in pencil.
Friday, June 23, 2006
On The Other End
Miss Take immediately realized she had called the wrong number when Mr. Ree answered. She hated herself now for not taking his number off of the list. But as soon as she heard his voice there was no denying where her heart was. Why couldn't they just work things out? She blamed it on the vague explainations he offered concerning past relationships. He blamed it on her unwillingness to take his last name. "Mrs. Ree Take? That would never do," Mr. Ree would complain.The fact that the two hadn't spoken to one another for quite some time had its consequences in the end and after a few awkward attempts at moving past hello, Miss Take began to apologize for her dialing error. However, before she could finish her thought the phone went dead and Mr. Ree disappeared forever.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
That's how we roll.
We had celebrated Paul's birthday on the late eve and, to be completely accurate, through to the early morning of the actual day so, when 10pm rolled around, neither of us truly had much desire to drive into town for a couple more celebratory cocktails. However, we're both loyal to some traditions, and celebrating a close friend's birthday all day is one neither of us would dare betray... The basic "you scratch my back, I'll party with you all day" type of mentality.
Off we went and into town we came. After a lovely traditional Greek dinner we scouted out the local clubs. Around 2am we decided on the place and headed upstairs for what would soon be one of the strangest and most enjoyable birthday bashes either of us confess to have experienced.
The fun promptly began when Paul ordered his first drink and immediately proceeded to knock it over onto his lap, the girl's back to his left and the shoes of the man to his right. An equally immediate apology was given to the drenched girl in exchange for a disgusted glare.
All things settled with her he turned and apologized to the man only to be served a crowded bar favorite; Angry Cursing from a Foreign Language with a little Push-And-Shove for dessert. Again, Paul apologized and again he was pushed. At this time I had seen enough and stepped in to hold the man back and tell him to calm down.
The cool thing about an angry drunk that doesn't speak your language is that he doesn't understand what you're saying so every piece of sage advice that comes from your mouth is translated roughly as, "You want a piece of me, mother f*#ker?!"
Well, there was no calming him down and his friends, try as they might, couldn't hold him back. So, the bartender jumped over the bar to help and some moments later the irrate fool started punching his own friends.
Now, with no companions on his side, he decided to throw rocks glasses at me. Somehow Paul and I both passed through a storm of shattered glass unscathed, however... I was now perfectly pissed off. The bartender saw my patience fade from my demeanor and held me back while attempting to calmly speak to me in Greek.
There are certain conversations in life that don't require all who are in attendance to speak with the same tongue. I knew he was telling me to fogetaboutit and, really, I just wanted to have a good time with Paul on his birthday so, he and I waved the situation off and headed to the other side of the bar.
Meanwhile, bouncers showed up and threw our antagonist of the evening out the front door. This now left about 400 eyes on us and after a few awkward minutes of being stared at the bartender kindly waved us back over to his side where we discovered he was suddenly able to speak english. He apologized to us for the "situation" and bought us some drinks. Turned out he's one of those acrobatic drinkologists so, after tossing our drink glasses around and pouring the alcohol from different angles we had some of the best booze in the world... The free kind!
While we discussed for the next few minutes what had all just gone down the owner of the club approached us wanting to know our side of the story. We told him the truth and after the cool bartender vouched for our version things really got interesting. The owner opened the bar up to us for the rest of the evening. Whatever we wanted we got. He sat down, had girls sent over and we partied like it was 1999! Finally, around 5am we inquired about when they usually tried to close up. The answer was simply and brilliantly put, "We close when everyone goes home." !!! So, at 6am we decided it was getting a little late and headed home. How's that for a birthday party?!
Off we went and into town we came. After a lovely traditional Greek dinner we scouted out the local clubs. Around 2am we decided on the place and headed upstairs for what would soon be one of the strangest and most enjoyable birthday bashes either of us confess to have experienced.
The fun promptly began when Paul ordered his first drink and immediately proceeded to knock it over onto his lap, the girl's back to his left and the shoes of the man to his right. An equally immediate apology was given to the drenched girl in exchange for a disgusted glare.
All things settled with her he turned and apologized to the man only to be served a crowded bar favorite; Angry Cursing from a Foreign Language with a little Push-And-Shove for dessert. Again, Paul apologized and again he was pushed. At this time I had seen enough and stepped in to hold the man back and tell him to calm down.
The cool thing about an angry drunk that doesn't speak your language is that he doesn't understand what you're saying so every piece of sage advice that comes from your mouth is translated roughly as, "You want a piece of me, mother f*#ker?!"
Well, there was no calming him down and his friends, try as they might, couldn't hold him back. So, the bartender jumped over the bar to help and some moments later the irrate fool started punching his own friends.
Now, with no companions on his side, he decided to throw rocks glasses at me. Somehow Paul and I both passed through a storm of shattered glass unscathed, however... I was now perfectly pissed off. The bartender saw my patience fade from my demeanor and held me back while attempting to calmly speak to me in Greek.
There are certain conversations in life that don't require all who are in attendance to speak with the same tongue. I knew he was telling me to fogetaboutit and, really, I just wanted to have a good time with Paul on his birthday so, he and I waved the situation off and headed to the other side of the bar.
Meanwhile, bouncers showed up and threw our antagonist of the evening out the front door. This now left about 400 eyes on us and after a few awkward minutes of being stared at the bartender kindly waved us back over to his side where we discovered he was suddenly able to speak english. He apologized to us for the "situation" and bought us some drinks. Turned out he's one of those acrobatic drinkologists so, after tossing our drink glasses around and pouring the alcohol from different angles we had some of the best booze in the world... The free kind!
While we discussed for the next few minutes what had all just gone down the owner of the club approached us wanting to know our side of the story. We told him the truth and after the cool bartender vouched for our version things really got interesting. The owner opened the bar up to us for the rest of the evening. Whatever we wanted we got. He sat down, had girls sent over and we partied like it was 1999! Finally, around 5am we inquired about when they usually tried to close up. The answer was simply and brilliantly put, "We close when everyone goes home." !!! So, at 6am we decided it was getting a little late and headed home. How's that for a birthday party?!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
The Story of The Irishman That Drank Himself Around The World
My traveling friend and I traveled out of today's visited town and back into our temporary home town, which we are also visiting. During our temporary return we stopped in to have a bite to eat at our favorite restaurant in a town we were temporarily visiting in order to eat. This was the town next to the one we traveled to in order to temporarily visit.
Before all of this, but on the same day, while we were visiting the town we had traveled to in order to visit which, I formally called the "visited town", my traveling friend and I discussed between the two of us that our souls were weary from rebellion and the Spirit of which, we had invited in at different times between the two of us in the past, was calling us to travel back to a former place in our hearts where peace could be better found. Upon this realization and confirmation, and upon the completion of our visitation into the visited town (which I'll now reveal as Thessaloniki) we ended up at our afformentioned restaurant in the town next to our town.
Once here, we happened across a fellow food patron (an Irishman) who invited himself to our table for a bit of conversation which, in a matter of moments, extended into hours. We, the three, discussed many topics of important significance, but cleverly disguised them in trivial examples; he in what he knew best, mostly of ventures around the world; our's in what we knew best, whatever that may be.
Our new friend was kind and bought a bottle of wine and, in so doing, invited our hearts to spill out into his ears. But wisdom took hold and all my soul desired was to listen to another man's tales. He grasped the same life truths as I but did not understand why and I patiently did not answer. On any other day the truth would have been told to my fellow man, but today the Spirit called my weary soul back to Him and so, He encouraged me through example to practice patience and shrewdness.
Today I listened. Tomorrow may be the same. All the same, the truth shall be told.
Before all of this, but on the same day, while we were visiting the town we had traveled to in order to visit which, I formally called the "visited town", my traveling friend and I discussed between the two of us that our souls were weary from rebellion and the Spirit of which, we had invited in at different times between the two of us in the past, was calling us to travel back to a former place in our hearts where peace could be better found. Upon this realization and confirmation, and upon the completion of our visitation into the visited town (which I'll now reveal as Thessaloniki) we ended up at our afformentioned restaurant in the town next to our town.
Once here, we happened across a fellow food patron (an Irishman) who invited himself to our table for a bit of conversation which, in a matter of moments, extended into hours. We, the three, discussed many topics of important significance, but cleverly disguised them in trivial examples; he in what he knew best, mostly of ventures around the world; our's in what we knew best, whatever that may be.
Our new friend was kind and bought a bottle of wine and, in so doing, invited our hearts to spill out into his ears. But wisdom took hold and all my soul desired was to listen to another man's tales. He grasped the same life truths as I but did not understand why and I patiently did not answer. On any other day the truth would have been told to my fellow man, but today the Spirit called my weary soul back to Him and so, He encouraged me through example to practice patience and shrewdness.
Today I listened. Tomorrow may be the same. All the same, the truth shall be told.
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