Coffee & D&B....

Leather jacket, black hoodie, black boots, holy jeans, and some funk D&B playing while I bounce.

The ring of vibration shakes inside my coffee cup and visualized with the brown, smooth, liquid inside.

I forgot how AWESOME D&B can make me feel, make my bones feel, and this is ..... well ....check it out.

(click on the title of this post!)

Detective's Filter

As the dusk light filtered through the front window and passed the lace curtains she stood in the off white light waiting. The door crept open as his eyes met with hers. As they embraced, although it was genuine, his mind was filled with the blood and gore of the murder he'd just seen before. The aftermath of a killer's deed weighed heavy on his mind with the crush velvet of her lips.

It was 2am and he sat up, grabbed his pants, said "you're a doll, but I gotta go", and left out the front door. On his way out the sun was poking it's head again. The rays of light greeted him with little effort as he struggled to push his feet back to the scene of the crime.

Lita Ford

I got to meet Lita Ford! Best Day EVER!

He climbed high above while I stayed stationed below.

He moved on with hatred, but only in my mind.

I shoved onward trying to be more like him.
Don't think about it.
Delete.
Purge.
Move on.
Go forward.
Do NOT look back.
I got caught up in my reminders and got some gum under my shoe.

He woke up.

He says many things that I love.

I am still the same, not matter how much I tried to be like him.

I am still thinking. Now he's thinking too. Oh, what will we do?

Chapter 8 is about to begin. There will be life, full of life.

Stay tuned.

With our Tender Bellies Wrapped in Bailing Wire

For My Best Friend - TMJ
For his solace and soul.
(i know there's a spelling error in the drawing)

Temporarly Paused

Reboot. My system is slow, more ram, more rest, less power to gain more power. There is a time and place when you reflect and know, more than you should, not enough right now, but in time it all settles like dirt in your glass.

28 years and what is there yet to know, so much, so little. Observations of bent bodies and crooked spines. Beauty in what is unseen, but smelt.

This is a wonderful & magical place at times. I might shatter, that's my reality here. It's a dry and brittle climate, but I have my knowledge and education to carry me on this wind.

House hunting again and again. Moving to be within. Nesting again and again.

If I could just steal one tomorrow, I might rest.

Souls of the Past

CALLING ALL SOULS!!! The souls of my past. I'm reaching out to the forgotten few and the many along the way that were there on many unique and solid days. I'm asking and reaching out, to those who have mostly known me better than myself, pull up close with me, enjoy a glass of wine or tea. I'm singling you out. Let's have a memory or two for an appetizer and slip into the main course with some meaty news of the now. Write me something soft, maybe a poem, song, or word. I would welcome your company with open arms and extend my things to you, as you wish. Take or give, just plop down here and tell me a tale or two. It's been a long journey and while we're here let's make the best of it.

Sincerely,

Maladjusted Poet & Midwest Ashed on the floor.

New Work

Lent Success

I used to sit down with some pastels, markers, spray paint, or whatever else lent it’s self to me for the moment, and express these emotions onto a sheet of paper. My life has become so electronic since I left school that I hardly make the appropriate time to sit down with my thoughts and create.

Whatever world has presented it’s self to me is not welcome right now. I’m tired, working too hard, and exhausted at the thought of it. Keeping things simple usually seems to keep people out of trouble. It’s when you start to go in a different direction or push yourself out of your comfort zone that true colors of self come out. I don’t need that mirror now; it will just stand in the way.

Keeping an eye on the prize is difficult enough without almost loosing focus on the other important things. I think about rich CEOs that loose focus with wives, children, and even parents because of their lust for success. I am no where near that level of multi-tasking, thought interrupting, type of success, but I recently had a taste of what could happen if “focus” is lost.

Miss the ones that you should, worship only those that prove themselves, and cherish the journey you are on, the moment, before you make your next step.

Think, Make, Do....MOVE!!

I really can't stand people that can't think or do ANYTHING for themselves. I'm starting a story/poem on this topic. I'm not sure when it will be finished, but it will be long.