Tales from my head
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Sometimes the past will not stay where it belongs. Often we find our thoughts return to past events or experiences, and it disturbs and disrupts our calm. Maybe this means that there is something to be learned from these haunting memories. If only we can separate these recollections from the accompanying emotions, enabling us to…
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When I was young, I was a bastard, and I loved it. I barreled through life often with disdain for others, selfishly seeking my own pleasure and desires. I enjoyed being arrogant, I hated being wrong. I looked out for only me, ignorant, self absorbed and shameless. This little verse deals with that self-concern. I…
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The nail was forged in 1972. At 3 inches long with a flat head it was meant to be used for asphalt roofing. It was dispensed into a bin with a bunch of similar nails and was eventually used by a roofer in Miami-Dade County in sunny Florida. Here it held down a roof shingle…
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Everyone wants to be first, to win, to be in front. Many will sacrifice much to be one of the first to own new things. Number one, the winner, trailblazer and trendsetter. Yeah maybe, but taxing and unsustainable. Simply see each day as the first and live a little. All things first becomes memorable facts;From…
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Hause, Danny and Sally are adopted. Hause is a 9 year old male. He is very houndsome. Sally is 5. She does not like to be groomed, but loves to cuddle. She has a very intense stare. Danny is 7. She is a character! Smart and beautiful, and she loves to talk (bark) to us.…
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Everybody wants to be happy. To be happy is to be joyous, excited, filled with a sense of well-being and often with new hope for the future. It is a good feeling. But it is a feeling only, so we find ways to experience this feeling. Sex, drugs and rock and roll gets us through…
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There is always a conversation in my head. Sometimes more than one. Often I hear my mother’s voice, other times that of my father. Mostly it is just me. I am always ready to call myself names, to diminish my achievements, to call myself fat and ugly, and even dumb. Deep down I know I…
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Life is for the living. Who knows for sure, but it appears we get one shot at it. There might not be any do overs, or any reward once it is over. I saw a comic once where a doctor examines a very old and frail man and says ‘You remember how clean living added…
Tales from my head 