If you're too busy for friends,

You're too busy.

People may forget what you said.

People may forget what you did.

But, people will never forget

how you made them feel.

Ask for help when you need it.

Help others whenever you can.

yeah

so, basically they are like parents at their wits end, can't handle it anymore but do it anyway because they need the money...

if only...

I could sit here forever and run my fingers through her hair as she sleeps, if only I could listen to each breath she takes, if only I could wipe every tear, if only I could be beside her forever, if only...

MacGyverized

Turned on the ignition this morning at 28 degrees and heard a sound no avid rider likes to hear, whup whuuup, whuuupp, tick, tick, tick. So I'm picking it up at the cabin, no power, no jumper cables but I did have a hemi and a roll or 10/12 romex ;-) A few minutes later with 30 minutes to spare to kickstands up in the shaking cold I had some homemade jumper cables and the motor fired right up ;-)

Time

Once the demons inside have succumbed to the deep dark murky depths of the road, the ride will be over yet the wheels of time will still be spinning in the cold wet winter breeze...

It's not all bad...

Joy = Seeing her smile ;-)

Time to break the cycle, to remove the pain pulsating through the veins but what to do, what to do. Confide in a stranger and ask for advice or stay on the path through the valley of the shadow. Could follow the unofficial approval melancholy list of home remedies that funded many for years or bite the bullet and go back to the hell hole. At this point it just seems like to much work and not enough time to do what needs to be done, too much pain, too much loss, to many unanswered questions and too much light...

having no definite aim or purpose, from at random and great speed this carelessly, haphazard alteration of life comes to us with impetuous speed. Which in turn forces us to run fast and at times from something sinister...

you can have everything but not have this you have this if you have everything and someone to share it with LOVE reminds me of a picture in picture I gazed upon a time long ago it was hanging in the Nazarene

Went for a ride this morning, it was so cold, i needed it though, needed to feel alive, needed to feel something other than the numbness of this thing called life...

the thing is, your the man, you don't need this job, you have what you need to make it through the storms but the folks under you, and the folks reporting to you do so as such they might be a bit scared of you, not only that, but you didn't get to the point of having the resources to weather the storm without having a commanding presence, so come on now, now you know...

The absolute absurdity of it all seems aimless as we careen around in circles often fruitless, futile even going nowhere, impotent, in a vicious circle. What an inane, inconsequential, ineffective, ineffectual, insignificant, irrelevant, meaningless, needle in haystack, nongermane, nonsensical, not pertinent, on the treadmill, powerless, purportless, remote, silly, stupid, trivial, unavailing, uninteresting, unnecessary, unproductive, unprofitable, useless, vague, vain, worthless things but then I remember things like beneficial, meaningful, pointed, profitable and sensible...

Nose is bleeding again, both sides this time, not the first rodeo but getting worse... don't know, it shouldn't be long now, so much to do though and so little time...why he said, why? seriously, did he not know why? Don't believe it for a second... 

I'm such an ass sometimes, get that from him I suppose...or perhaps it's just me, hate it, hate the word hate, hate hating the word...hate not having a mom to cry to and a dad to kick my ass and tell me to move on, hate, hate, hate...who needs hate, not me, I've seen enough hate but sometimes I think I'm destined to be a hater or be hated forever and it's a lonely place...where is a good hole to crawl back into, freaking troll...

A quiet night

On a quiet night long gone are the voices that travel nearby, the crys of hysteria for no apparent reason, the laughter, the insecessant drone of that one that just won't stop talking and all other daily distractions. If your blessed, during this time, it is shared with your one true love. - Ken McPhail

HB

Heartache or heartbreak continues to occur across the country due to a multitude of issues, as sad as it is it continues to proliferate across the globe. Remember when "we are the world" was sung back several years ago, what was learned from it, several conflicts and wars later are we the world? sadness lives on and communication still needs work even amongst our own species...

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


- Dylan Thomas