Cosmic.

burnt out kite strings mark my path to outer-space. through the telescope, creepy long clock hands scatter through the atmosphere. I didn't know time could diminish. milliseconds between seconds. breaths between panics. I almost forgot weightlessness could cause such damage. stars fall heavy skipping their way to my shoulders. I sit to rest and notice more boulders. boulders formed of rocket toxicity, requiring goggles. pulling at what's left of twine, I slap on protection. jump from here to Saturn, back again. sighs take light years and I get lost in conversions. me, the scientist, calculating self-inflicted purgatory. six thousand miles to eternity. shake and stutter, clear my throat of clutter. take flight into a void of sheer speed. coming then going, not coming nor going.

(written July 2007)

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Inspiration?

Apparently, it should be at my fingertips.
Funny, I was just brainstorming this morning on my drive home from work about what (good) memories I could muster up just to write about, for the sake of writing. We'll see.

Capricorn

You have a lot of fresh thoughts and, fortunately, many of them could make good sense. But your mind is running so fast now that you are on to the next inspiration before you've done anything about the previous one. Unfortunately, an important innovation might be forever lost if you don't take the time to write it down as it's unfolding. You cannot rely on your memory; carry around a notebook today and jot down your ideas when they happen.

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Random thoughts after an overnight shift

This morning, for the first time, I noticed the red orange leaves on my favorite tree in my front yard. I wonder if they've been this color for days and I haven't noticed.. could very well have.

Awareness..

I want to take my son to the Atlanta Zoo before it gets too cold out. Yes, it's still in the high 70's most days lately and its nearly Thanksgiving. Insane.

I was reading back through my blog yesterday.. through the archives that span almost three years! I didn't realize I'd had this place so long.
I found myself amused, reflective, proud for writing.. even if I have been largely sporadic - I have some record of my thoughts and life.

I've really got to up my music supply. Since I restored my laptop, I have only about 9 or so cd's ripped... it's quite sad.
I need new cd's for my car. I am so completely burned out on everything I've been listening to.

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song slash drivel from pen to paper in my car, music blasting.

la la la la la
hang your denial out to dry
while the sun passes, your lies sigh
la la la la la
how many days of your confessions
could take away my regression
la la la la la
I can only imagine what messes
are waiting in my muck of dirty dresses
la la la la la
drive into the fog blind to the creatures trampling by
they're lurking just for you, invisible so they cry
la la la la la la
the joke's on the wise guy and the audience left you
standing on stage stuck to the floor like glue
la la la la la
clothesline heavy with lily white laundry
instead the blood's on the ground, harvesting the fine line of blasphemy
la la la la la
the seedlings always reject this soil
kill the earth with fire, and no need to recoil
la la la la la
wise man, the end is much sooner than you know
did you not know you reap what you sow?

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