Don’t Give Up On Me Yet

If you – this is addressed to the three of you – thought I’d come up with reasons/excuses for not being here – nope.

I will say that I have become somewhat devided of late, to the point that I need to have two sites.

This first site will be the first, my fondest most honest expressionand shall after this post be just about humor, satire, maybe a good belly laugh.

The second is in the form of a short book, the plot has been used over and over – guy gets the flu gets tests gets more tests and more tests and docs that say shit like:”…and we can keep you going for…on average mind you: for 5.5 years…”

I have some choices to make, nothing more. Out of that strange enery of sorts, a book, about a quest to find Xenia (?); person, place, idea, ideal, destination, state of mind, state of being, no one was quite sure which Xenia was – but it was/is.

I have always believed that there was a need for two things in this world in great abundance:

  1. Peace, stillness inside and out. Voluntary quiet, eliminate the din and listen to the rythum of the wind.
  2. Laughter; shared with strangers – there are nine of you gathered around this dignitary and they’re recounting an event involving some other indivdual and its getting interesing – and then its geetting really interesting and a touch humorous – and the story proceeds from the stright laced dignatary – from the eight strangers at times could be heard sounds of momentary loss of control of the desire to explode. The speaker finished, turned, and started to walk away when each of you looked at each other and you knew the punch line and there was an eruption like the first time you saw Mrs. Doubtfire. Perhaps one of the three of you smiled.

Peace out Pilgrims

Birthday Songs

Reviewing notes left over the decades in moleskins tucked away in boxes here and there.

Turning 60

I never thought much about life,

Spent many long hours, dwelling on death

Never saw a contribution as possible

Tomorrow, yes it is tomorrow

I’ll own 6 decades…

And now, now

There are things I want, need to do

Lord help me…I have goals

Where do I find any help

To reach those ends?

I discovered a story

It must be told.

In a new language

Foreign

A language

Of hope

Don’t know

Where to begin

But can’t stop movin’

Or I’ve died already.

Wise men have said;

Know but on tounge

You are ignorant

Know but one faith

You’re a fool

Stop laughing at yourself

And you’ve

Lost

Your sense of humor