tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276136912026-07-18T00:00:33.895-04:00A Journal...Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.comBlogger785125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-45297414900576493952025-08-08T10:45:00.001-04:002025-08-08T10:45:07.709-04:00I can feel my very essence seep through my body like a cardboard roof in the rain.<div>My pores leak light into the universe making me a little darker inside.</div><div>Each moment passes like a speeding train with blurred faces of the familiar and the beloved.&nbsp;</div><div>Time grabs me and drags me by the ankles down an old country road. FASTER AND FASTER&nbsp;</div><div>Acquaintances turn into strangers&nbsp;</div><div>Memories distorted like images in a broken mirror.&nbsp;</div><div>And I breath in this temporary air...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-87697129723447290492024-08-10T13:43:00.001-04:002024-08-10T13:43:03.521-04:00The frayed red rope on the chair quietly beckons me to entertain the thought...<div>I've lived my best years...</div><div>Wasting away into obscurity losing friends along the way...</div><div>Finding less and less of a point anymore....</div><div>A couple of people milling around a stale smelling funeral home talking about how I'll be missed and what a shame, only to return to normal life on Monday. This isn't a cry for help. It's merely a "what if" scenario. I wouldn't do it because I still may have a couple decent years with the grandkids but these thoughts stand in the hallway nodding my way as if to say you have options loser. Most days they are absent but they did hold up a glass in a cheers gesture today and I oddly smiled their way.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-45505113300461170622024-06-25T15:59:00.001-04:002024-06-25T16:06:08.554-04:00<p><span></span></p><div><br><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjlsBnxZLNE8gJB6MagUwtPJ-hwmkV0alJK2oFm-qL7iQ8KQjdO7_MTCoY06X6y32QNs5IvNfZJ7HvJART2HRJ0DU9vMB2DiMUFInt_cMcxVKgiTvz3D96gIdaAJp6E0ReF5-ulszEGiaB3QyBfK4TxWvSP-aNy4dF8l6vg9Je7aUyYVI-DwDt0g" width="400"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjlsBnxZLNE8gJB6MagUwtPJ-hwmkV0alJK2oFm-qL7iQ8KQjdO7_MTCoY06X6y32QNs5IvNfZJ7HvJART2HRJ0DU9vMB2DiMUFInt_cMcxVKgiTvz3D96gIdaAJp6E0ReF5-ulszEGiaB3QyBfK4TxWvSP-aNy4dF8l6vg9Je7aUyYVI-DwDt0g"> </a> </div><p></p><div class="code" tabindex="-1"><pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; margin: 0px 0px 4px; padding: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border: 1px solid var(--cib-color-stroke-neutral-primary); background: var(--cib-color-syntax-background-surface); border-radius: var(--cib-border-radius-large);"><code class="language-markdown" style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: var(--cib-type-body1-font-size); line-height: var(--cib-type-body1-line-height); font-weight: var(--cib-type-body1-font-weight); font-variation-settings: var(--cib-type-body1-font-variation-settings);">Beneath the vast and starry desert sky, Where silence sings and arid breezes sigh, The cacti stand like sentinels of time, And mountains rise, majestic and sublime. The sun retreats; its fiery eye does close, As twilight brings the day to its repose. A world of hues—orange, pink, and gold, A beauty stark, a sight to behold. But then I turn to southern paths I roam, To humid air, to chaos, and to home. Where kudzu climbs and wraps its leafy arms, And thunderstorms unleash their fierce alarms. The mundane life, with all its toil and strife, A stark contrast to desert's tranquil life. Yet in this chaos, in this wild uproar, I find the heart of what I'm longing for. For home is where our stories all unfold, In whispers of the new and tales of old. And though disaster may its visage show, It's here, in tumult, that we truly grow.</code></pre></div><p><cib-code-block code-lang="markdown" clipboard-data="Beneath the vast and starry desert sky, Where silence sings and arid breezes sigh, The cacti stand like sentinels of time, And mountains rise, majestic and sublime. The sun retreats; its fiery eye does close, As twilight brings the day to its repose. A world of hues—orange, pink, and gold, A beauty stark, a sight to behold. But then I turn to southern paths I roam, To humid air, to chaos, and to home. Where kudzu climbs and wraps its leafy arms, And thunderstorms unleash their fierce alarms. The mundane life, with all its toil and strife, A stark contrast to desert's tranquil life. Yet in this chaos, in this wild uproar, I find the heart of what I'm longing for. For home is where our stories all unfold, In whispers of the new and tales of old. And though disaster may its visage show, It's here, in tumult, that we truly grow. 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We barely get through our mundane week only to squander our short weekend on mindless, uselessness. Drinking to quite our weary minds to fall asleep and awaken to the harsh reality all over again. I'm no nihilist, but I'm getting closer every day...</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-91495240733643765612023-06-16T21:31:00.000-04:002023-06-16T21:31:00.136-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0lO2q3pUK6Eb0CAAuAmIDVDJ6qBW7BdBgRjy0OgB1WhAWJo47lJBs3WeaP8tW20qRGX4enbj_HWsqHuV_Us2gjurSo0o427hwgFgmrHcTaOoJKYdtIUrWJABUerja8v7viYIvjXDw-YmQiHUsGGBkw1jkNklz3CcKYXBrrruVxoGe4KHok28" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg0lO2q3pUK6Eb0CAAuAmIDVDJ6qBW7BdBgRjy0OgB1WhAWJo47lJBs3WeaP8tW20qRGX4enbj_HWsqHuV_Us2gjurSo0o427hwgFgmrHcTaOoJKYdtIUrWJABUerja8v7viYIvjXDw-YmQiHUsGGBkw1jkNklz3CcKYXBrrruVxoGe4KHok28" width="400"> </a> </div><div>The sun was high and the air was hot,</div><div>As we walked through the fields of blackberry plots.</div><div>My great grandmother and I, we picked and picked,</div><div>Until our baskets were full and our fingers were pricked.</div><div><br></div><div>We talked about life and love and all that's in between,</div><div>As we walked through the fields of blackberry green.</div><div>The sun began to set and the sky turned red,</div><div>As we made our way back to the house ahead.</div><div><br></div><div>We sat on the porch and ate blackberry pie,</div><div>As we watched the fireflies light up the sky.</div><div>My great grandmother smiled and said with a sigh,</div><div>"Life is like blackberries, sweet but fleeting, so don't let it pass you by."</div><div><br></div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-8088507334093602752023-06-08T21:36:00.001-04:002023-06-08T21:36:00.152-04:00Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-43862625871279756052023-05-22T15:20:00.001-04:002023-05-22T20:38:14.118-04:00The clock strikes midnight, the world is still The darkness creeps in, a chill to kill The wind it howls, a mournful sound As I stand here, on hallowed ground For my brother is gone, to a place unknown His soul now lost, forever alone The tears they flow, a river of pain As I try to come to terms with this painful gain Oh how I wish, he was still here To share his laughter, his love so dear His absence it lingers, a haunting ghost As I struggle to move on, but I am lost The night it draws in, as I sit here alone Remembering all the memories, once we had known The candle flickers, a wisp of light As I whisper softly into the night "Farewell my brother, until we meet again, Your life was brief, but you left a mark, On my soul, on my heart, forever more, Your memory will live, forevermore."Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-20971125680192500602023-04-08T14:59:00.001-04:002023-04-08T14:59:17.752-04:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/My-NYC-Adventure-e220p7k">Click here to hear my latest episode </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-58918876249518810152023-03-29T13:02:00.001-04:002023-03-29T13:02:06.761-04:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Why-I-cant-do-things-e21bpkn">Tap to hear podcast </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-1883736414847552482023-03-13T12:51:00.001-04:002023-03-13T14:32:25.520-04:00He's turned into an old mad man, screaming at birds to get off his car.&nbsp;<div>Throwing handfuls of pebbles at them like a grunting ape.&nbsp;</div><div>All intellect fades away and morphs into a drooling moron, incapable of any sort of critical thinking.</div><div>A cynical nihilist begging for each sunrise to bring the end.&nbsp;</div><div>Slowing killing himself but doesn't have the heart to speed it up.&nbsp;</div><div>Oh what he became.&nbsp;</div><div>His memory shouldn't and will not ledger, for the rest of us will feel heavy for an instant but we will move on.&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-47915732755008848422023-02-27T19:55:00.001-05:002023-02-27T19:55:00.381-05:00As you stare at the twinkling Jupiter in the distance...<div>Give up yet?</div><div>Your decisions up to this point...</div><div>Have they served you well?</div><div>Are you tired of life beating the shit out of you yet?</div><div>You tired of taking their pills?</div><div>Of fighting their wars?</div><div>Of distracting you at every turn?</div><div>Are you a victim or are you part of the disease?</div><div>Are you a viable candidate to continue on with this journey called life or would just ending it here be sufficient?&nbsp;</div><div>That is the question I guess.</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-46702452947687550762023-01-21T20:02:00.001-05:002023-01-21T20:02:03.160-05:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Weekend-Extra-e1tqo2k">click here to hear</a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-17119061008045668542022-12-21T19:52:00.001-05:002022-12-21T19:52:44.897-05:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Episode-1-e1sitn1">Click here to listen </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-90225962640765230972022-11-11T14:13:00.001-05:002022-11-11T14:13:30.254-05:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/November-2022-e1qk6en">Random Thoughts The Podcast </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-75379002876529412322022-10-11T20:50:00.001-04:002022-10-11T21:07:02.643-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAQSpA7V8XhbRycei8E_bb-Aud3LKa_5qQv46J9NQD4Rpepak0DVtYC1I8wler0ZVCarIfXs_fH9w8VhAMmzSxIBuIumwZS_IE2LmnU-vTQAcpPy1mPu4RZY0EKVu4cQ8EoXMog/s1600/1665536033359642-0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAQSpA7V8XhbRycei8E_bb-Aud3LKa_5qQv46J9NQD4Rpepak0DVtYC1I8wler0ZVCarIfXs_fH9w8VhAMmzSxIBuIumwZS_IE2LmnU-vTQAcpPy1mPu4RZY0EKVu4cQ8EoXMog/s1600/1665536033359642-0.png" width="400"> </a> </div>There is something peaceful about watching cows graze at night...<div>We are consumed by the latest news or our own little worries. The cows just walk around slowly eating no matter what the time. They aren't thinking of Russia or the economy, nuclear war, or even tomorrow. They aren't worried about global warming or the impending winter. No. They are simply eating grass on a pleasant October evening. To be a cow standing in the pale moonlight is something to aspire to.&nbsp;</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-42495636312544376162022-08-30T15:53:00.001-04:002022-08-30T15:53:53.349-04:00Learning Dutch on a language app...<div>Feeling like a moron...</div><div>My wild rabbit friend was killed...</div><div>I had something now it's gone...</div><div>I ramble through all this chaos with a faded, blank stare...</div><div>I have nothing to give and nothing to gain in this repetitive nightmare...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-67162195215601812292022-08-16T12:04:00.001-04:002022-08-16T12:04:34.676-04:00Walked away from my youth like a jaded lover&nbsp;<div>Aches have replaced my highs</div><div>Pain is my new friend now</div><div>No worries of goodbyes&nbsp;</div><div>Curious thoughts of enlightenment&nbsp;</div><div>No chorus no bridge</div><div>Humming in a monotone&nbsp;</div><div>Rummaging through the fridge</div><div>This old body creaks and moans</div><div>As I rise from the bed like the dead</div><div>I drink myself back into sleep&nbsp;</div><div>And converge with those thoughts in my head</div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-58777105954508221602022-07-16T13:40:00.001-04:002022-07-16T13:40:45.727-04:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Summer-rant-e1ladto">Click here to listen to this shit </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-1086340642653642852022-06-27T16:12:00.001-04:002022-06-27T16:16:31.627-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxAQWzEf1-KV_bSpupFWKtzcVlySLURUUzH9m4Hdkrn4VwKx17BBgs97-_ReQf6WqM6PREZB-hYz5zwb026NpJ_jgnFi2o2-uUJXxgLE61QieGrujOGNJElK1TOLj9ZezkHyVJDA/s1600/1656360987833918-0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxAQWzEf1-KV_bSpupFWKtzcVlySLURUUzH9m4Hdkrn4VwKx17BBgs97-_ReQf6WqM6PREZB-hYz5zwb026NpJ_jgnFi2o2-uUJXxgLE61QieGrujOGNJElK1TOLj9ZezkHyVJDA/s1600/1656360987833918-0.png" width="400"> </a> </div>I have nothing brilliant or profound to say... I'd rather be in New Mexico where the dry desert wind constantly hits my face. I'd miss certain things here like picking blackberries in the early mornings in June. I may even miss the lush green landscape at times, but I'd still rather be in New Mexico. Between now and dead is how I'm looking at things now. You have to choose where on this spinning rock you want to spend your fleeting time. Is it the humidity-riden south in summer or the cool desert wind? Only out of obligation am I still wiping sweat and swatting bugs in this pretty but uncomfortable environment. We only have a few minutes on this earth in the grand scheme of things. Where would you rather be? If you're happy where you are stay and be happy. If not, go to where you will be. Personally.... I'd rather be in New Mexico...Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-41690341921934934662022-06-26T08:09:00.001-04:002022-06-26T08:09:04.128-04:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Vacation-Summer-2022-e1kep85">Tap here to play</a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-25684802059932174232022-05-28T11:50:00.001-04:002022-05-28T11:50:41.386-04:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/How-I-messed-with-a-scammer-e1j6kt4">Click to hear my podcast </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-38114777302014711632022-04-15T18:49:00.001-04:002022-04-15T18:49:09.459-04:00The line blurred from love to hate.&nbsp;<div>Such a fine little line.</div><div>Boiling and calm all at the same time.</div><div>Makes me want to burn.&nbsp;</div><div>Makes me want to sigh.</div><div>Nothing is wrong&nbsp;</div><div>Everything thing is wrong&nbsp;</div><div>Give me a fucking break</div><div>When it's over it's truly gone</div><div>Despite your good intentions</div><div>Despite your sentiments</div><div>Despite the things that were</div><div>The love has turned to hate&nbsp;</div><div>Perhaps it was always hate disguised as a flimsy excuse for love&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-72341338857794736502022-02-27T12:45:00.001-05:002022-02-27T12:45:50.868-05:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Late-February-edition-e1f03kg">Click to hear my podcast </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-70482373545350618492022-02-05T14:03:00.001-05:002022-02-05T14:04:19.914-05:00<div><br></div><div>Click link below:</div><div><br></div><a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/Update-on-my-so-called-life-e1dvoi8">My Newest Podcast </a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27613691.post-9307169616686229852022-01-11T15:10:00.001-05:002022-01-11T15:10:03.893-05:00<a href="https://anchor.fm/escape-the-mundane/episodes/HAPPY-NEW-YEAR-e1cnear">Podcast</a>Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06737525535431286051noreply@blogger.com0