Give Me One....

      There are a limitless supply of memories that are gone and long forgotten. Moments that seemed the ultimate in the moment, but filed to the archives to rest in the harrowed, darkening halls. Then, on occasion, something in our now causes an echo from the long silent reminisce. All at once, you are left with a smile from the past tucked into your anticipation in the present. In the next moment it fades, once again tucked in a box in the warehouse.

Right.

     It has been said that, in order to be a writer, only must only write. With this in mind, I am not a writer. I don't write much. Perhaps I am merely an anachronistic philosopher? The internet being grounds for my pontification. Or maybe I am a creator, taking moments and forming them into the everlasting memory that is story. 

     There are many words within me that swirl around for ideas and stories and haikus. The words are there, but where is ambition? Ah, yes - the hope to leave a permanent legacy while surviving by going what I love. What I lack is attention. Engaging in one continuous story for days, weeks, years - the thought stresses me. Where will I find the time?

Equality is a Myth, Sense has Died

      Is it any wonder people are more miserable and unhappy in modern America? The truth has died a cruel death under the guise of political correctness and a sense of shame for things we had nothing to do with. It's a damn shame when "equality" removes the first amendment right and common decency. From a word an entire race has held hostage, to a group of people who demand special treatment and won't allow the basis of "he" and "she" to become perverse and (somehow) illegal, to the latest charge of people who override the decisions of God and comfort of man to tear at the very fabric of our society. America is dying. Truth is more non existent than ever. Nietzsche proclaimed God was dead decades ago; I can't imagine the horror of thoughts he would have held for the mayhem the world offers us today.

Smiles are Love's Currency

     When we are disagreeing, I am not obsessed with (or even arguing for) being right. I am fighting to be understood - what i say makes you feel my discomfort. I am "right" inasmuch as I am speaking to you from my perspective of the occurence. I only want you to hear that I am uncomfortable with our emotional void, and I want to get back to "happily ever after" as soon as possible.

When You Say it Like That....

     Sometimes, the answer is simply, "because I'm an asshole". Is there any reason to believe such honesty would finish the conversation? These are moments when all that has been said is all that was needed. I can't fully explain my actions many times, I am only exlplain the root cause that has set them to ensnare. I don't want to reason or fight, I just want to drop this and get back to loving you and sharing this moment with you.

Memory

What I see is my goal

Is to always be somewhere

In the background

Of your memorable events.

Not always at the forefront -

But two seats down from you

At your birthday dinner;

Standing to the back left of you

At the concert -

Always there - reliable.

Every event with me

Does not have to be memorable;

But at every memorable event

I hope to be near your side.