Songs Of The Moment


I hear Dire Straits singing The Man’s Too Strong and Dylan’s Wedding Song playing, blending into each other and intermixed with other music.

There is a message here, some sort of meaning I need to pull out of it all. Maybe it is just the fragments of idea for a story to write, but I am ok with that.

Gave myself to writing long ago, the keyboard is the harshest mistress ever demanding and unforgiving there is no give.

But when the write words flow freely, well that is ever so sweet.

I am sure this sounds hokey, ridiculous and so very goofy but that is ok with me. Got a big chunk of a story I called Rolling Thunder that I need to take a look at.

Might rework a few things there, haven’t decided yet.

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Misunderstood & Lack Of Support


I didn’t think I would reach a time in life where I would feel like I was misunderstood so often and/or lacked support.

And if I did I am confident I would have asked to be given my teenage metabolism back. It is only fair.

Life certainly has its moments. I am sure this will pass but I might be living on a beach by myself before long. :)



The hardest part about life is the feeling I sometimes get that I need to move/do/change now and not later. My patience is being tested now because I am in the latter stages of major transitions and I want to charge into the next portion but I can’t make some things happen any faster and it frustrates me.

LA is home and always will be but that has changed because Texas is where I see myself and the place I think about daily.

It is surreal to think of and it took a long while to accept it, but it is where I think I need to be. The hard part is waiting and working towards making it happen again but it is exciting.

Still I have a ways to go so I am doing my best to be present in the place and moment I am in yet it is terribly difficult because this feels some temporary.

Difficult because heart, head and gut are aligned and in different places than here. Who knew that would happen. Who knew it could happen.

Not me, I wouldn’t have guessed I could feel this way but I do.

I don’t have to close my eyes to see the places I miss.

Sometimes I think about buying a plane ticket to go back because I get this feeling I might burst otherwise.

But there is always the patient part of me that counsels relaxation, the part that says no fear, no worry all will unfold as it should.

So I do and I wait and I watch.

Sometimes from my head and sometimes under a big, bright moon.

The Dance


Once he wondered if they were doomed to be like the sun and the moon, stuck in a celestial dance in which they orbited each other, forever in sight but never quite able to touch.

And then he found a way to change the equation and once he did that the formula that prevented connection no longer applied.

This time it was available, ready and willing and based solely upon the whims and will of the parties involved.

But he never worried about her fickle self or shifting moods because he knew that when push came to shove she would never run so far he couldn’t catch up because she needed him as much as he needed her.

And though she wouldn’t say it he figured she wanted him more but that was a secret he kept to himself for the girl was so determined to maintain the pleasant fiction she would cut her nose to spite her face.

Still he never faulted her for it.

Enter Title Here


Enter Title Here is the command this page presents me with every time I write. Sometimes I read it and think about telling the blog to stop being so damn bossy.I don’t do very well with being told what to do, some people say that makes me a bad listener.

Read this post again today to try and decide if I am going to use it as part of a longer story. Not sure if I will or not but there is some good stuff in it.

Might write about the universe and its influence or lack thereof on life. Makes for good blog fodder usually.

“Backstage at the Grand Ole Opry, I got on my knees and told her that I was going to marry her some day. We were both married to someone else at the time. ‘Ring Of Fire’—June and Merle Kilgore wrote that song for me-that’s the way our love affair was. We fell madly in love and we worked together all the time, toured together all the time, and when the tour was over we both had to go home to other people. It hurt.”
― Johnny Cash
“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
— Sarah Dessen (The Truth About Forever)

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
— Plato

Writing Like A Fiend


“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
― Sylvia Plath

Ah, there is a story here that I can see and not what old Sylvia has shared. Been writing like a fiend, trying to move time and make magic happen now instead of later.

Got to run take care of that, but got a few things to share.