Thursday, March 24, 2005

Sorry

I would like to apologize to one and all for that bad display, yet I can not bring my self to delete it. Eventhough it is not of me, it is of me and if I were to delete it I would be deleting a part of myself that I do not want to forsake right now. Granted I should, but that being said I won't, not yet. Not that I will never delete it, probably some time soon in fact. I just wanted to vent so energies, I guess.

The problem and blessing of drinking (and sleep apnia for that matter) is that it lowers social inhibitions. You just don't care. Now cross that with the impersonal nature, no offence, of the web audience and you get something that is totally far from your public self and near and dear to your private self. Or not, maybe it's just an act or just a competition. You could careless but some thing challenged you, not a person because you couldn't know if it was a person or not. The computer is too disconnected of a medium for that.

Again, I am sorry, please forgive me, and please don't stop reading.
=-Fly free-=

Counting The Hours Until I Can See You Again

- To You, enchantress of the brilliant stars -
I am sure you can not stand the mad ramblings of a drunk man; but please, my lady, take these drunk ramblings from a mad man to heart. I know I can not be half the man you deserve. But still your beauty has captured me and I can never take light. I know I will never achieve the grace that is your good graces but I pray you find no irritation in me. For the bitterness it would leave in my brest, as a thousand dagger that fill me. Oh, your eyes that shine like the stars in the heavens and your gentle laughter how it fills me. I can not but help to smile when you enter the room, for your poise and majesty precedes you. The wonder that is you, in all your form, in all your person and in all your spirit. Let it be ours to share, and I will share everything with you, eveything that I am; but I could never measure to you. Like a goddess you look down, with a smile to match your crown. Your gentle movements they enchant all that see. I wish my eyes could wonder, but then they would surely sunder after the sight of your true beauty. My pulse quickens when I think of you and my soul reaches when I dream of you. You have touched my life so quick I am unprepared. The way you float in a room, the way you carry a tune. But rest my heart for it is bare; and open to you. Let me show my intentions are pure. Honesty, honestly, nothing else but could even cross my mind. Your tone so kind and I unrefined beseech the most elegant I that any seeking man can find. Oh, let this night never end, your wit your charm are beyond compare. Your features so fair, but that is not all I could go on and on. So let us end here, with anticipation and fear. And the brighter hope that tomorrow brings. Let the sun give its shine, and this question reside in your heart of hearts tell me true. Let you mine and I be thyn? Least let me say that I love you.
-From the one who wishes to know you better.
If only for an intent, let it be.
But if more, all angels sing and horns sound.
From the bottom of my bosom, may you receive.
Let all trials impose and I shall scatter them.
For the peace you give, I shall walk the burning coals.
Come to my arms and I shall keep you safe.
There let us be, and I shall never careless.
You are my top priority... My darling.

Friday, March 18, 2005

A Little Read Wine

So.. it's been a while, a good place to start I guess. Many folks are encouraging me to get back on the blogging wagon and I appreciate their efforts but question the result. As by now, for further assurance view my last entry, I am very easy to read. Almost too easy, and it upsets me that I can't keep some things in the dark about my self. Even if I could, or am, most could guess these "secrets". I still sit in the same position as I did and will always sit of course. I write, vent, and feel that in the process have come across a deep wisdom that I could apply to every day life. And I endeavor to do so, but rarely see these go to fruition. What kind of things do you ask? Some times as simple as, hmm I should really care about what I'm doing and care about my future and try my best each and every day. Then there are some things that I think are truly profound, like t.v. and lit as an opiate for the masses, or a really cool Idea for a romantic comedy. The problem is, again, I forget I thought or they seem somehow less profound on the other side of dawn. (Whether I see it or not) I try to apply these things in chants or easy to remember rhymes. The truth is I am a poemer, and a damn good one, but I hate poemers' my self especially. I have written "poems" of course I have! Everyone writes them, and everyone thinks there bloody terrific. Poems or even writing itself is therapeutic, (if I can spell it) and it is good to analysis your works to get at the deep dark feelings of your mind and soul. But the problem is I forget what I learned. So I post it and what happens. I will get a response, reading me perfectly. Telling me that my wine about poems stems from a self-hatred that if I learn to except my poems as bloody terrific then I can accept my self for being the blood terrific person I am. I can learn and grow and become the true man, the true artist, and the quintessential writer. I could even wear turtlenecks if I wanted, and that would be just terrific. But it wouldn't, I refuse to do any of this, and someone will read into that and tell me to be patent, no offence Stephen, but I tired of it. I am tired of being immature, but I don't want to "Grow up", because physically I am grown, but I still feel behind. That kind of make sense, when I think about the folks I hang with, they're smart. Really smart, not all of them are the tops, but most of them, and the rest of them are damn far up there. So where does that leave me, waving up at them... and don't send some BS reply saying, Grubbs, come on buddy, your really smart. Because I know this, and then you say. Be patent and study and you will be as well vested in the various forms of knowledge as we are. And to this I say "humbug." So what I am I trying to say. Nothing I guess, nothing productive anyway. Hi all, everyone says hi to each other. Angel if you are reading this, Dr. Goergina says hi. anyway, peace
-=Fly free=-