Monday, February 19, 2007

Pouring

It's cold and pouring and it's a thrill to have the door open and hear it while it tumbles onto the ground and across the normally dry patio furniture and soaks into the desert ground. Every day could be like this for all I care. I'd revel. I would glow. As each day, as of late, goes by, I feel more and more free. More and more clear. I rediscover bit of myself that got lost here or there in busyness or in just that's the way it rolls. That peace, man, that peace, it just keeps showing up. And I'm happy because I know I can be happier, still. So I'm committed to finishing my novel in a year's time. If not, not gonna kill myself, but I think it can be done. Reading bits of the novels of two friends right now, one old and one new--the friends, not the novels. Brilliant boys, both of 'em. Kudos to them for completion. There's something nice in wrapping up. Less and less, I like loose ends. Loose, but not loose ends.

But your lips spoke gold and honey, and that's why I'm happy when it rains.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Gonna Start a Revolution From My Bed

That's one of the best lines of a song ever, and can really be interpreted differently at any given moment. I don't care how soft they are, I love the Oasis, I really do. Someone I know deemed them my guilty pleasure, but motherfuck that, I have a. rocked so hard in my lifetime, both listening and playing that I can parallel it with the softest pillow rock I want and b. I have far, far, far guiltier pleasures that both do and don't have to do with music. So I tried to do something recently to amend a really shitty thing I did and well, it didn't really go anywhere. And it's so easy to see how some people can choose to not see others for what they really are. But generally, we're predictable and all true colors usually blaze at some point, so I expect maybe that will indeed happen. And if not, I dusted off my olive branch, stuck it out there and when it wasn't touched on the other end, I put it away. That's cool, ain't it. My peace lies within. Oh yes, it sure does.
Don't look back in anger, I heard her say