WRITINGS

Sweet Soft Loving Day


She was my clutch
i had one foot in her door
goner
i'm listening to classical music
this sweet soft loving classical music
i want more but i know days end
there's music i can cry to
but other times i try to,
i try to weep
but i'm a man
a stronghold for sturdiness.

so i try again to get my face
wet
soaked, i want it soaked
something to wring my liquids out
after all, i end up yawning at my attempts
i know days end
it's an every night thing
it does
as i listen more to this sweet soft loving music
at 1 am
i want to sleep to end my whole day
not death, just sleep, maybe death
it's good you know, the end
then to be awake or
awakened reborn & resurrected
like the preachers always said.

More pictures on my flickr.
And also, i lied. today will be the last day for the random series.

This is my good friend nick stange. his flickr site can be found on the right side of all the links. (or click here) He still hasn't uploaded too much recent fotos to it (but he's gettin' on it)but at least he recently started his own blog! it mainly consists of poems but there's other stuff too. go check it out.

http://abstractnounsindiana.blogspot.com/


There's an addition to my flickr, 6 more random fotos. i think i have enough fotos to upload for 2 more days. (of this random series) keep checkin'!

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Since the last day (or two?) i've lost electricity in my house. I'm lost as to whether what day it is. sure i can look at a calendar but what day is it really? a day without power, something i rely so much on. now who do i trust, the predestined calendar or my own time of habit?


i've uploaded some more pictures to my flickr.

so i promised to upload more pictures everyday, and from the excerpt above you know why it hasn't been so for a day. i've been uploading in 6's.

Here's just a few.

For right now i have added a few more pictures on my flickr. More to come everyday of this week.



My Sister.





A miss








Here's a link to my good friend josh's flickr. He finally added some images onto it. it won't disappoint.

New fotos are coming!!!!! give me one more day! and the poem below is gonna be revised. it needs a bit more lovin'. Watch for foto updates tomorrow!!!!!

WRITINGS

Foreign: The cook: Interview


I guess the most happy is when i had money.
As soon as i arrived in this country,
I began to make lots of it.
I ran up the river,
so to speak. a proverb of my country.
I remember losing everything to gambling.
I had been on the street rumbling around, here and there.
I did a lot of stupid things and ended up incarcerated.
Jail seemed nice at first. The welcome party was great.
I had my own room.
American jails are nice, the walls are cushioned.
Then I found out about the theatrics of it all.
I would sit at my table and eat, Tommy would get on top
of the table
and sing
Shirley Temple,
Wendy would crawl underneath the table tickling
everyone's feet,
Johnny had is arms tied in a cross most of the time.
(especially when he was loud)
My personal doctors made sure i was fit and healthy,
giving me lots and lots of vitamins and medicine i suppose.
It reminded of my life, being pampered.
I didn't tell you about my own doctors?
Well anyway, i was released after twenty years.
I'm old.
Wasted, i feel.
My accent is bad.
I know, my accent is bad, can you understand me?
I found a job at this restaurant because i was eating there a lot
I love making food now.
Will you excuse me? I gotta get back to work.
"hey steven would you please tell the family their food is ready? Go and set up the chairs, the table, the plates. Make sure the kids sit down at their own table, and keep them company. It'll look good for us. We'll be paid well."