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Poems – Live Today

So if you’re reading this, then it’s a good sign…it means that you woke up today.  How awesome is that?  And how many people did not open their eyes this morning?  Think about it.  Let’s try to cast aside as many of the earthly troubles that we can today (jobs, finances, gossip, etc.), and take just a tiny moment to be thankful.  For the air that we’re breathing.  For the heart that is still beating.  For another crack at life…which is gifted, not guaranteed.   Let’s live today.  Best of days to you all!

Poems – Failure is OK.

Hey, we’ve all been there, right?  We’ve all failed at something…me, you, and everybody else…and we will most certainly fail at something yet to come.  It happens; that’s just life.  And you know what?  It’s ok!  So when we do, it’s important to alter our perspectives and accept it.  Just….accept it, fix what we can, learn from it, and move on.  Acceptance and courage can turn failure into a learning experience that we can use to grow beyond our limitations.  Think about it.  
Thanks for reading, and best of days to you all!

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from A Million Little Boxes – a work story.

The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener.  It was a sign…an omen.  A message from the powers that be.  Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit.  Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left.  I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds?  Suck it up, god damn it!  I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes.
  It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.

Poems – Vision. 

I am a huge dreamer.  I try to also be a huge doer.  It is a challenge to find that balance, since it’s often much easier to do the dreaming than it is finding the time and mojo to DO.  The two (hopefully) go hand in hand, as dreams are nothing but fairy tales without action.  As such, I am a huge advocate for dreaming and doing.  A major advocate for living life rather than just existing.  My poems are not meant to be preachy, “this is how you should live your life” style poems, but rather reminders of things that I think about.  Things that I have noticed in my own experiences and in my own walk of life.  I don’t pretend to have any answers at all.  But I’ll tell you what, the quest for those answers is fun…and it is my joy to write about those explorations.  In that vein, feel free to check out today’s observation.  We are all on this journey together…let’s try our best to dream and do.  I’m with you.  Best of luck to you today.

Library Lusting.

So I really like this room.  My love for it was instantaneous.  The quiet intimacy of this room, even without the candles (an impressive touch, I might add), is superb.  The high ceilings and cushy furniture (and table…good for the coffee and the whiskey) add just a touch of the cozy and a fine dose of comfort to really pull the small space together.  And the doors are a great, clever touch to keep the world (and noise) at bay when need be.  This, my friends, is a book lover’s room. 

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from A Million Little Boxes – a work story.

I spent a great deal of time staring up at the sky. It was a lovely way to pass the hours. There was something about passing planes that sort of mystified me; it was their mystery that enveloped me and roped me in relentlessly. Who was flying? Where were they coming from, and where were they going? When I’ve flown, I’ve always looked down upon the houses, the buildings, the little towns, and wondered who was there…what their lives were like, what they did, and if they were looking up at me, wondering who I was and where I was heading. So when I look up, there’s that inherent desire to travel with them, the lofty anticipation of having a destination, and the inevitable excitement and adventure that seems to accompany it. It’s the excitement that was the allure there…it broke the monotony of the computer screen and scattered it to bits. Planes represented excitement…and tugged my mind away from the off key melody of keyboard clicks. And as a professional dreamer, it was just what the doctor ordered.

Story Time Saturday, featuring an excerpt from A Million Little Boxes – a work story. 

I had no real idea what I was doing.  I mean, I had a loose grasp of the general concepts, but the  actual execution was a different beast entirely.  The company tinkered with their methods and procedures so often that it was nearly impossible to keep up.  True proficiency was a fucking pipe dream.  Just when you got used to doing things one way, BOOM, they decided to change it up again…and for no good reason.  Their feeble and half-handed attempts at ‘training’, if that’s what you want to call it, were just a ridiculous ruse.  I literally had no idea what I was doing, and spent the bulk of every day winging it…and I did it for years.  Talk about disheartening; it’s the most depleted feeling inching your way to five o’clock blindly, in the dark, not knowing what the hell you’re doing.  For years.  Even after it’s been explained, because their explanations amounted to a fresh pile of zebra shit.

  There’s a great line at the end of the movie ‘The Usual Suspects’, where Kevin Spacey’s character states “the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn’t exist.”  I’ve gotta say, convincing this joint that I knew what I was doing, that I was a stand up, functioning employee, ranks up there with the greatest.