Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Two in One

My pattern has always been that whenever I struck upon an awareness ... I would report it ... It confirmed the break- through's existence ... Even if it required a phone tree to do it ..,

Then I had a different form of break-though.... Not reporting an insight does not negate it's power

Friday, September 26, 2014

Dis-Engaged


I know a woman that spits out falsehoods in a rabid manner.....I would sputter to my mother's friend....does she not have the intelligence God gave her?....or is it more a matter of insulting mine...

The woman framed it in words that I could understand....the woman's mouth is dis-engaged from her brain

Addicted to Hope


I have relatives that I continue to pursue a relationship with....my pursuance frequently garners

disappointing results.

I have become addicted to hope when associating with certain people ....with family in particular

a hope that we will, all, come together and they will be comfortable in their own skin

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Performer


I perform at comedic open mics.   While I am not a driven performer, I continue to do it.

Whenever I do it, I feel like my life was a wee bit less wasted because I stepped out of a comfort zone.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

DEA Agent

A friend established that I had the goods for being a double DEA agent....
the drug of focus is meth ... The woman pointed out all I had to offer in this
arena ...

She said, almost with glee, you talk constantly ... You are up all night and
you certainly have meth teeth ...

( my teeth are jagged from grinding)

I maintain the position that if I did meth ... I would be thinner and my laundry
would have been done by now

Vigilant

A man asked me about a mutual acquaintance ... I was caught off guard by the question and sputtered
out an answer ...

I should have been more vigilant ... and suggested he contact the person

I blew it on that one

Friday, September 19, 2014

It Can Be Done


There are days when I feel like I will not emerge from the rejection of my own design....that there is a highway of  certain emotional deprivations outstretched in front of me....

I am in need of repair to create better routes and evolve my human scenery

It can be done