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pulled suddenly from my slumber by the pointless honking of car horns by people in a hurry to get nowhere. I then had a weird accident while yelling out my window. I can"t tell ya what happened cause you will laugh and it is not funny. I'm just lucky I am still a man. Let's just say my dream from last night almost came true.

somedays I wake up with a headache, other days with a heartache and today just a fartache...print it.
It's been so long since I put a poem on this site let alone a thing called blog. But in recent days I have been inspired by the inspired writing and drawing of a misfit toy. I will continue to keep my real thoughts close to my vest and some thoughts of course, will be buried alive with me. I also can see a lot of scattered black books found in my room days after I pass away...whenever that may be.

Your eyes drive me crazy
I look at you and die for a thousand years and more
nothing left to say
as I'm dying on your floor
I miss you even though you never left
I need you every day
I will never tell you
but I need your stupid way

One of my favorite songs is the Rolling Stones-Happy. Yesterday was my 37th birthday and I may or may not be happy. I guess no one is ever happy to get old, but I really don't fell very old. I surround myself with much younger friends and also a great sense of my purpose which helps me feel youthful. This time of year always seems to bring me down ass the Earth and it's allergies seem to attack my very being.

so coming home to Philly from upstate Pa my friends car broke down and we were at Fort Wheeler.

waking up too early
finding out too late
living inside this rubber ball bouncing away the days
waking up too late
forgetting what to say
looking for the right words
you already slipped away

after the sun goes home I wait for you
and in the end of my days my thoughts are still new
inside of my head is my heart
and in my heart there is no end

finally I believe that springtime has arrived....get ready to sneeze

scratching away at my passion
too awake too sleep
too tired to care
these scratches cut so deep
itching with desire
drunken by my dreams
I can't control this fire
I can't control my screams
lost without your face
can't take the time to heal

Your eyes haunt my heart like a ghost