I’ve been adding some of my occasionally-decent poetry to my website.  I tore the place up looking for one I really wanted to post… and it was the last f’ing piece of paper out of 3 huge stacks.  Well, I needed to clean out the closet anyhow.

There’s a thing about poetry.  I tend to write either love poems or stuff so depressing you don’t want to read it.  The problem with a love poem is about the same as having a tattoo done with your girlfriend’s name on it — when she leaves you, the work had better have been good, ’cause you’re stuck with it.  At least with poetry you can stick it in the closet and forget about it.  But a good poem, like a good song, is still good.  I’ll share all the ones I can stand to.  It’s hard singing a lot of the songs I wrote, since the wonderful woman I wrote them for isn’t even talking to me anymore.  Another funny thing — the more songs I write for someone, and the better the songs are, the lower the chance seems to be that I will actually ever get to meet them.  Shayla… gods did I write some good songs for Shayla (and Mina)… Toni… now Aimee…  I only wrote one song for Laura, and it wasn’t very good (sorry, Honey)… and I waited to write it until we had been together for a while.  I hold a lot of love for a lot of people.  I’m happy to be able to express it… and sad that, ultimately, it gets rejected.  Even sadder that some people stop believing I ever loved them, or they ever loved me.

Willow came by today.  It was a shock.  A friend called and asked if I was awake.  He then put Willow on the phone… it had been so long since I had heard her voice, I had no clue who I was talking to, and was barely awake anyhow.  So here’s this female I have no clue who it is, telling me she is coming over so she can give me my keys back.  I didn’t remember having given any keys out… I don’t do that, Parker has a cow.  But — bad memory, as usual.  Anyhow, it was good to see her, although it wasn’t the most friendly of visits.  She’s looking good and says she has gotten well.  I hope so.  I have never wished ill of her, and still love her… but I would bet she doesn’t believe that.

I keep trying to do my meditation… and about 16 minutes into it the phone rings or someone knocks on the door.  Any of y’all who have read my website know that 16 minutes doesn’t count.  Oh well, I’ll try again.

I have now been asked to perform 3 handfastings/weddings in the future.  Some of that is near future, one is like October of 2006.  It amazes me that some people can even THINK that far ahead.  Happy to be of service, if you would like me to do this for you, just ask.

Hugs,
Me