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Saturday, September 06, 2008
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with you to you for you
Category: Writing and Poetry
do you exist?
only in a dream,
does the idea exist, of sleeping all day to witness the sunset and rise again, with you. only in a dream, do you exist, for sometimes it seems too good to be true just to be talking, to you. only in a dream, does the idea exist, that i am even half way good enough to be anything, for you. andy
2:47 PM
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Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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u
Category: Writing and Poetry
there is a letter in the alphabet that i am too afraid to write. im not really sure what it starts with but i refrain for fear of rejection. you know the letter the one that lets go or the one that begs to hang on a letter that should be written but the words that follow fall short. i love ... and i will write that until i find the. courage. andy
4:34 AM
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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to be a dad
Category: Writing and Poetry
with love,
dad.
me and you son, we will change the world. i need you to show me what it means to be a dad. you need me to show me what it means to be a dad. and we will be a rule we will change the world. with love, dad andy
3:00 AM
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
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title
Category: Writing and Poetry
there is joyless banter coming from the house next door they have been married like six hundred years i climb up on my roof to see what all the commotion is about trying hard not to let them see me i run into you puzzled i inquire as to why you are on my roof and the conversation goes... me: why are you here you: why are you here me: this is my house and my roof you: i wanted to see what the joyless banter was all about me: me too you: do they talk like this all the time me: yes you: how long have they been married me: i think like six hundred years you: wow thats a long time me: im not sure i have ever seen either one of them smile you: yet they are still married? me: yes, i have worked with this man on many occasion and all he does is complain about how boring his life is how if he was smart he would have left her a long time ago how he hates his job and everything else he comes across he doesnt seem to be miserable all the time just most. you: have you talked to him about this me: yes and he just calls me a democrat and continues complaining you: why a democrat me: because im getting divorced you: oh i see that makes no sense me: he came over the other day and spoke softy and made me promise not to say anything to anyone but he is having a surprise party with family and friends for their wedding anniversary you: they must love each other me: i think youre right... andy
6:16 PM
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Monday, August 18, 2008
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a phone call changes everything...
Category: Writing and Poetry
hate filled contemplations and suicide notes scattered all over the floors of my house,
these things are love letters to all of my heroes. no one ever told me the clown was drowning in his own tears, but i try to leave this world every night and something i cant see makes me see the light... ....alas green grass and sunny days warm breezes gently warming my soul the birds sing to us a new song and the flowers are in bloom just for us the clock ticks a little slower so we can savor this moment a little longer we are ageless and timeless in this bliss there is no running no fighting no insecurities only pure confidence,
its apparent right now. i want to let go. andy
1:27 AM
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
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change the channel
Category: Writing and Poetry
you have glorified sun spirals with greens and yes and yellow and blues looking right out of you some think you are god you have a mirror way of treating people and if your sad they crave tears i have to turn my head and cover my face sometimes crying is not what makes a man when you left a trail of fun they thought they could follow when gone is gone you cant tell them there is nothing left but you know this already you have nothing but beauty that some cant seem through some can and it makes them you all over again when it rains your colors dont. sometimes the earth stands for you still you cant seem to think at all they look at you looking back at them and wonder where did it go and you laugh and pudding comes out more comfort they fall away and you light you up smoking all the rest away i have to change the channel on the life that i dont watch
andy
3:21 AM
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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freedom spider
Category: Writing and Poetry
there is a spider running back and forth with no apparent direction confused by recent freedom he knows he should be happy he knows he can build a life of his own now but he cant seem to figure out where to start perhaps he is looking for food to feed his free soul but if he is not careful he will become consumed by the desires of his new world perhaps he is showing off in some weird spider way he thinks he is the greatest threat to his new world thinking he could conquer the whole thing not really taking anything into consideration, he runs the risk of being conquered by his new freedom or perhaps he is just a spider doing what spiders do when they are old enough to do them when they move away from the care of elders to pursue a new more personalized direction one that could be very beautiful or very very destructive either way there is a direction with a story to be told at the end andy
5:16 AM
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
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justify
Category: Writing and Poetry
do we have to have the light on for im not too sure i want to show you my heart maybe with tomorrows light you can witness the bleeding desires i wear on my sleeve you see ive been hurt and im afraid it will happen again so with fear i remain overly cautious and as long as its dark you cant see the fear you may hear in my im... ...patient phone voice or in too many text messages but ill try not to bother that much but i dont remember not having to just if i any of my good intentions they always had to be explained and apologized for and i couldnt just live for the moment for fear of the next one being bad i know someday this will pass im sorry for feeling like i am. andy
9:12 PM
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Saturday, August 09, 2008
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metaphorically used. with permission
Category: Writing and Poetry
me: my jungle friends just crossed the line tonight Doctor: Who are your jungle friends? me: my jungle friends are various critters that visit me from time to time from the field behind my house and usually we are cool but not last night... ... last night one of my friends was eating cat food and i almost stepped on him because it was too dark to see him and he sprayed, not me but everything else Doctor: Uh oh... jungle friends aren't always aware of non-jungle etiquette. Spraying may be a sign of high breeding and posh decorum in his neck of the woods. me: now im not sure if i want him to come back. we used to be cool me: so you are saying i should just forgive him and be more sensitive to his needs? i just worry that trust will be an issue from this point on Doctor: If this is the first indiscretion and you stepped on him (a clear act of aggression) my vote is yes. me: do you think he will be able to move past said aggression and forgive me for forcing a smelly response to my actions Doctor: This, sadly, is unclear. In my years of backyard (and neighborhood) creature research, I have found mixed responses to this sort of situation. Most likely if there is nourishment involved, then there will be future contact. The nature of this contact remains to be seen. Doctor: It could be ugly. me: well it all started when an old cat decided that she no longer wanted to be involved in the normal day to day routine of sleeping eating pooping and sleeping some more under a roof. upon moving out she still needed help in achieving her well being so the nourishment went with her. she met new friends along the way and some of them were babies and too beautiful to chase away and they were able to get what they needed without the help of their mother. they hung out with the old cat and learned the timing of the feeding and they respected her space and mine. now that they are older they are much more tempted to do things that come natural to them with age. Doctor: That's an interesting jungle you have there. me: so in conclusion i am left with two options. option one punish the jungle friend by removing such nourishment or two call someone and have jungle friend removed all together. the first option might be a detriment to the old cats healthy maintenance and the second may cause relational issues between all of the others involved. i am faced with a decision i am unable to make Doctor: Very difficult decision indeed. andy
this is the best doctor in the whole wide world, trust me!
10:04 PM
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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screaming
Current mood:  betrayed
Category: Writing and Poetry
tonight i hear your whispers blowing through the trees helped along by the silent breeze the crickets form gossip rings and tell each other your secrets until eventually they reach me the song of silence is playing and i tune it out for the sound of your tears and as you sit crying i smile at all the years i turn my head too fast and i awake to the sun screaming at my face telling me to get up and move on i just want to lay here all day and remember the silence of last night remember the crickets telling the wind to carry me all the way, away i was just a dream that she had now im not even a memory the phone rings and its her and she is mad again.
andy
12:08 AM
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