holy smokes

Age is all
that you want to let it to be
it can drive you to your knees
be sure
be certain
but be thou not a'feared, good sir!

Age is a heapin' helpin' o' bull-puckey,
if you ask me good sir,
a bad marketing pitch gone awry,
one more bs flier in my inbox
damnable pack of lies.

One day at a time
is all you need to know.
There's always seeds to sow,
forever time to grow
and a little more to know.

An ache, a pain, a clog to contend with
in some or another drain,
really just today's happenstance, if you keep it all
in the right,
the correct,
the accurate and real
frame of mind

Just something happening today.

And tomorrow will be another.

And you really and you truly
are know older
than you allow yourself to buy into that age old bill
of goods
that can creep up on ya
boy.

Amen!

b day

b day
is a g day
a frolic livin' free day

oh the bloody wonder
of it all
when you are four

the world not torn asunder
yet
still nothin' but the morn

my wee one
is a g one
my pretty little belle

a tiny taut tornado
wee one
I love so well

4 but once my lovely
i'll try to make it grand
and for my folly failings
my thoughts i cannot stand
i'll simply say i'm sorry
and march along in hand

i'll be the bestest daddy
father that i can
ill share my love
upon my sleeve
and at times tucked away
but never gone my darling
never run away

4 but once my lovely
i am here with you
for that i'm truly thankful
my heart though scarred is true

and this my piddling missive
i dedicate to you

always for you, miss isabelle, 11/24/09

music

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unbalanced

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motor on . . .

Your automobile needs gasoline to run, among other things.

Your conscious mind is aware of this fact.

Your conscious mind, however, is at war with itself.

"I'm too busy", you whine!

"There's a gas station at mile marker 22, not too far from here", you rationalize.

"Maybe it's just me, but I seem to be on a generally down-hill slope", you fib to yourself.

Sputter, splutter, putt-putt, harumphhhh.

"F _ _ K!"

"Damn the blasted luck", you lie to yourself once again . . . no luck involved here at all, nosiree.

You had every reason to know this would happen. You possess all requisite faculties to ensure that it didn't happen.

But it happened.

Oh well, at least it was a pleasant "downhill" walk to the gas station, right!?!

blur

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bumfuzzled

u picture a method,
a way to get there,
it all seems so clear,
so bright,
and so fair.

but once you arrive,
it is not what it seemed,
this shining new city,
alas but a dream,
a waypost at best,
on a journey not done,
so many more miles,
painful miles
to be run . . .