Just So...
I stumble down these grey grey stairs
I walk across the green green tile
I sit upon the brown brown chair
I turn my computer on just so
I type upon the sad grey keys
I peer through my lush green eyes
I lean against my strong brown knees
I study upon my life just so
I leave behind my sad sad wife
I walk across the lush lush grass
I think about my strong strong life
I begin my day anew just so...
(this is the Mt. Olive person talking...)
David, thanks for your note, and for your poem. It is dill-lightfull! I'll post it on the bulletin boards here so our employees can enjoy it. To say thanks, we'll send you a few coupons for Mt. Olive products. Just forward your mailing address, and we'll get them out to you. Thanks for buying Mt. Olive.
(::shrugs:: lol!)
A major Mall Retailer is flying me out to their Corporate HQ in New Jersey to interview for the St. Louis District Manager position. Cross your fingers and toes!
THINGS DON'T HAVE TO BE NASTY
Things don't have to be nasty
You don't have to be so cruel
I shouldn't expect anything different
and I'm definitly done playing the fool
Things don't have to be nasty
You don't have to make things worse
I really shouldn't be all that surprised
that my family you've started to curse
Things don't have to be nasty
insults are what you love to throw
I'm just going to mind my own business
grab my things, pack up and go
Things don't have to be nasty
you keep repeating your mistakes
always trying to put me down
and my spirit you strive to break
Things don't have to be nasty
and I don't have to put up with you
I'm leaving for a better life
something positive healthy and new
Things don't have to be nasty
but that is all you know
insults threats and anger
who knew you'd stoop so low
So now I'm out of the picture
and who will you insult now
Things don't have to be nasty
but that is all that you know how...
Ode to Mt. Olive
I bought a gallon of pickles son
three point seven eight liters worth
these kosher dills make me happy
my fridge shall be their berth
fresh packed from Mt. Olive
on the corner of cucumber and vine
I can't wait to taste one
I know they're mighty fine
I love they way they crunch yes
juice runs down from my chin
I love to eat these pickles boy
they always make me grin
so open up a jar today son
let's hear that jar lid pop
and pass around the pickles boy
eat one and you just can't stop
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pickles...
(THANK YOU MT. OLIVE!)
I need to keep my mind busy, I'm going to go mow the lawn now...LOL...I'm calling it Cut Grass Therapy!
I wander around inside my life
I stumble from place to place
I shuffle through the empty rooms,
barely a member of the human race
I wander around inside my life
I look at things I hold
I shuffle through the empty rooms,
always doing what I'm told
I wander around inside my life
Listening for a bit of hope
I shuffle through the empty rooms,
quietly as I try to cope
I wander around inside my life
I am searching high and low
I shuffle through the empty rooms,
I miss my family so...
TODAY
today is the day
that yesterday
seemed so far away
tomorrow will be
not so bad for me
the future is wide open...
Blank space on the wall...
There is a blank space on the wall
where my picture used to be
a lonely nail
pinpointing the space
a negative image
a nothing
There is a blank space on the wall
where my heart used to be
a lonely nail
piercing the space
an image of pain
I feel nothing
There is a blank space on the wall
where my life used to be
a lonely nail
holding me here
stuck in place
wishing it wasn't real
There is a blank space on the wall
where my hope used to be
the little nail
is easy to remove
I toss it in the box
and plan where my picture
will hang again...
Howdy everyone!
Today I was over at Ray's house all day helping Vito (from Palermo, not kidding) install three ceiling fans. You know that guy that is real handy around the house, imagine him standing next to you. I'm the guy waving at you from across the county line. After we were done I swept up and took a nap on the couch.
I am so tired lately. I fear it's official, I'm depressed. Something woke me out of a sound sleep and I saw a teenager wearing a black tee shirt (and walking like my step-son) and followed by a kindergarden aged little blonde girl passing in front of Ray's house. My step kids have two relatives living real close to Ray's house. I was off of the sofa like a shot. They would have no reason to walk past Ray's house, and I'm thinking, "They want to talk to me". I bolt out of the door to catch up to them only to discover it is a neighbor man and his daughter walking about. David<~~~~~~Fool!
I am going to miss my step-kids. Today was not a good day I'm afraid. And here I sit eating Cheetos and typing on my laptop with 'Yellow 6' stained fingers. HA! The life of a Bachelor...
Frantically I stuff my head through the neckhole of the life jacket. I hook my elbow over the hand railing and fumble for the buckles. They slip through my rain soaked fingers and the ship lurches again. Angry streaks of lightning tear across the sky and illuminate the pitching deck. This is not the first storm I have endured since I signed onboard seven months ago, but it is the worst. Then the thunder follows and I involuntarily shut my eyes against the audial onslaught. And I am back in the dark again. I can feel the sea rushing over my feet as it travels across the deck, we are taking on water. I move forward holding on to the handrail, feeling blindly in the dark for the lifeboat. The life jacket blows horizontally in the wind and I snatch at it before it flies away. White arcs tear across the sky and show me the lifeboat swinging violently in the storm. Smashing against the ship's cabin, and then back against the handrail. The thunder comes quicker than I expected and I jump. The ship moves underneath me while I am airborne and I fall further to the deck than I expect. I stumble in panic and almost lose my life jacket. Raindrops run down the curve of my face as I struggle to gain my feet. I stagger upright as the deck teeters and only my elbow hooked through the railing keeps me from falling into the sea. In the dark I move forward again towards the life boat. I have a deathgrip on the handrail. The lightning stikes close and blinds me. The thunder is instantaneous and deafens my ears. Lurching forward with my elbow hooked over the handrail I struggle to snap the life jacket buckles. A lightning strike far overhead shows me I am close to where the life boat has bent the handrailing. The thunder rumbles across the storm tossed sea and I move forward. Sliding my elbow along the handrail I concentrate on the life jacket buckles again, I have to snap them close or I will lose it in the storm. I slide my elbow along and the railing disappears. I pinwheel my arms where the railing should be and the ship rocks violently. I am thrown high into the storm and rain and I have the clearest thought. "At least I'm not on that ship any more". For six months I have struggled through storm after storm and it has wore me down. The uncertainity of the open ocean during a storm is a better option. I plunge into the sea and the cold takes my breath away. I am alone in the vast dark ocean. I sink a bit further into the dark and I am tempted to just let go and allow the crushing weight of the sea to take all my worries away. The life jacket is caught underneath my chin and it reminds me of hope. I cling to it and kick for the surface. It seems to take forever. I don't think I will make it. I punch through the surface and exhale a fountain of salt water into the dark air. I feel it splatter back onto my face and the sea tastes just like tears on my tongue. Gasping for breath I try again to fasten the buckles on my life jacket. Lightning shows me that I am at the bottom of a huge trough of water. The wave crashes over me before I hear the thunder. The life jacket pops me back upright and I cling to it for dear life. In a split second I get one of the buckles to clasp and I am relieved at the small victory. During a lightning flash I race down the face of a storm wave as I embrace my life jacket. All night long the sea tries to make me give up and quit. I endure. In the morning I am bobbing alone on the surface of the ocean. The ship is nowhere in sight. It's ok. I made it through another night. I can do it again. I find the morning sun, turn towards home, and begin swimming...
Good News:
We have baby foxes living underneath the barn in the farmyard behind our house!
Bad News:
My marriage is falling apart...
That is the door into my step-son's room,
he is still inside...
Pieces of me
Pieces of me
are pinched away
Pieces of me
are cut away
Pieces of me
are torn away
Pieces of me
are snatched away
Pieces of me
are thrown away
Pieces of me
crumble away
Pieces of me
fall away
Pieces of me
are
gone
"How are you doing"
"I'm fine"
while Pieces of me
drift
away
Of all the fishes in the sea
I'd wish to be a Bass
I'd climb up on the slimey rocks
and slide down on my...
hands and knees!
We had a big snowstorm yesterday and it inspired me to take some pictures
Trish inspires me every day...
