Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason.
Hi. How you doin’?
I just got back into town,
I was out in the desert for awhile
“Riders on the storm”
Yeah. In the middle of it
“Riders on the storm”
“Into this world we’re born”
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
“Into this world we’re thrown”
When I was out on the desert, ya know
“Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan”
I don’t know how to tell you
“Riders on the storm”
but, ah, I killed somebody
“There’s a killer on the road”
“His brain is squirming like a toad”
It’s no big deal, ya know
I don’t think anybody will find out about it, but…
“take a long holiday”
“Let your children play”
this guy gave me a ride, and ah…
“If you give this man a ride”
started giving me a lot of trouble
“Sweet family will die”
and I just couldn’t take it, ya know
“Killer on the road”
And I wasted him
A real man is mentally and physically strong,
Has a good heart and mind,
Moves away from sin,
Accepts and appreciates who he is,
Accepts and respects everyone,
Doesn't judge anyone because he knows that he isn't the one to judge them,
Shares the Love of God with His family daily and has strong faith,
Doesn't take actions or make decisions that confront his faith and beliefs,
Has dreams and ambitions,
Always speaks the truth,
Always thinks before making a decision,
Accepts his mistakes and knows that he isn't perfect,
Is able to control his rage,
Inspires others by being a role model,
Respects women and never man-handles them,
Loves his wife and remains faithful to her forever,
A Devoted father,
Is a great father figure to his son,
Has a special bond with his daughter,
Protects his family and always does what is best for them,
Keeps a roof over their heads,
Earns a living,
Doesn't care what others think of him,
Has emotions and is able to express himself,
A real man never gives up and is optimistic about the future!!!
since the first time i met you,
i knew it's got to be you.
the one who is going to break my heart to pieces.
the one who is going to make me fall.
the one who is going to make me addicted to you.
the one who is going to make me love you,
even when you're not going to do the same way.
but i'm just fine with it.
the more i try to move on,
the more you appear on my mind.
so i just let it go.
let you fill my head with bad thoughts.
let you make me desperate in a little devastating thing called love.
no one can replace you.
no one can smoke cigarette yo like you do.
no one can laugh like you do.
no one can walk like you do.
let me love you.
Isn't it funny how your deepest fear
Your most intimate nightmare
Can become a reality within you
The boy who wants to avoid
Being his father's son
Takes to drinking and cheating
To save himself from feeling
So he won't hurt himself
Like his father hurt him
He is his father:
A coward, lazy and ignorant
The girl who hates her peers
Doesn't realize how she is
She looks for excuses to be angry
And speaks deliberately about their flaws
So that she knows she is good
And she knows she is right
She is her peers:
A bitch, self-centered and insecure
The man who fears his habits
Doesn't know he has the power to change
The years of drinking and cheating
Never made him feel good after all
He knows who he is now
And he can make it better
He is not his father:
A warrior, courageous and strong
The woman who has no friends
Doesn't realize that she can make it different
The years of gossip and destruction
Never made her good after all
She knows what she is capable of now
And she can change it for the better
She is not her peers:
A straight-shooter, honest and kind
caramel macchiato flavored coffee with mint cigarette flavored kisses with your dreamboat lover is the quintessence of what i call "perfection". if there was a way to describe the way your lips feel against mine, i could only describe it as "cigarettes and coffee". cigarettes and coffee isn't simply consuming caffeine or inhaling tobacco in your lungs, it's sitting on the roof at 1 am looking at the stars with a blanket around the both of you. it's laying in the grass with a slight breeze blowing making smoke rings between the arduous kisses. it's simply sipping a vanilla latte on the corner of a new york city street with a cigarette in your hand, making swirls of smoke as more ash forms above the filter, looking like some sort of bohemian gods. it's walking along a deserted sidewalk in your black jeans and doc martens with a big t-shirt and coke bottle sunglasses on with your lover on your hip and your menthol in one hand and philter in another. "cigarettes and coffee" is whatever you can interpret as pure bliss; it's simply whatever makes you happy and whatever makes you want to sit in the grass all night and talk about anything and everything. there's a lot of people that would argue there's no beauty to the feel of tobacco in your lungs and arabica in your mouth, but evidently, they've never tried cigarettes and coffee.
the first dusting of snow
blankets the fall leaves
carpeting the Oak and Maple grove floor.
a distinct snowflake vanguard
paints the imminent winter solstice
daylight wanes …
now measured by moments
and melted candle wax
~ tick tock ~
~ tick tock ~
paces the silence ...
passing time cannot be stopped
only the diminishing firewood pile
reminds that the passing season
of darkness is gauged
by the depth of abandoned fireplace ashes
from whence warmth had come recognizable…
the abundance of the crackling fire,
the flickering glow hypnotizes
into a vulnerable trance.
fighting back the weighty feeling
of a heart growing cold and dormant
as the changing season
after such sublime awakenings ~
…an unnatural sadness accompanies
the frosty wintertide darkness
waning daydreams evanescent light ,
seasons' metamorphosis to winterlude.
a life without light of love shine
is a life to which hopefulness
subtly vanishes ever so slowly
like the snow flurries blanketing
the fallen and decomposing leaves
beveiled by the imminent winter solstice…
…December 16th, 2012
...baby it's cold outside and headed towards single digits
stoke-up the fire and spike the eggnog (!)
*another year has passed in the blink of an eye
yet again , sliding one small bead along the rod ,
in this groove , on my abacus of passed time ;
there is not that much that changes , perhaps we just repeat ...
I could have written this today , as well as last December
... or perhaps another abacus bead's manifest destiny
... that just makes me melancholy on this particular day ...
" blue river " by Eric Andersen
...performs solo vocal & solo piano ... this song takes me to a place I like to go ~
Original member of "The Band"