trying not to hate them

My bike and I were hit by a car to day.
I'm fine, not that the driver stopped to
see no they just kept on driving.
Ya great culture we live in.
Another car driver did take the time to roll down their window
to tell me it was my fault because I was on the sidewalk,
then kinda laugh at me.
Ya that was great.

See I just spent yestrday fixing up my bike with money labor and hot water.
She sparkled and had new tires and tubes for the first time in seventy years.
The tubes were german and the valves were rivited with nuts (or maybe thows are called bolts).
The history crumpled free when I separated them...

Ba,
I bought a new patch, on saturday ' Automabiles cause fatal lung disease - health canada'
It's going on the poncho,
ya thats right the poncho
(inscret evil eyebrows and oooooooooooo's)
Good luck out there,
kicking cars is still a good idea, even if your wearing runners.
j

this one wouldn't let me sleep

Let's be animals
if only for a night.

We'll turn off that part
of us that makes us
sit up straight
and use cutlery

Unleash that raven inside of you
and caw.

I'll get on all fours and
chase you like a cheeta
flashing my teeth and batting my claws.

I promise I won't draw blood.

(or) can I or will I ?
How far can we dive into our imaginary worlds
of spirit and guide?

random sunday post and you?

theres this poem stuck in my head
between the neurotransmitters of my brain
and right hand.

Some how when I type
I connect them
both.

Left and right working
togethere to form
words (on a screen)


Between both, I rest dancing between memories of you
while you while you while you
while the you changes.

I catch my breath on the long walks
sauntering, dragging
and picking flowers
.
end
.

between two places spots destinations.

I'm trying to express the feeling of a lay over in an airport you already know too well,
but more like when that feeling comes across you in your day to day, that between moment , when it's just you and your transition. Alone faceing the choises you've set in place for yourself. The poem is just a test run, a few random ideas on the subject not yet fully there. where is there in this digital world? My house makes sounds like a human sometimes.
j

random sunday post and you?

theres this poem stuck in my head
between the neurotransmitters of my brain
and right hand.

Some how when I type
I connect them
both.

Left and right working
togethere to form
words (on a screen)


Between both, I rest dancing between memories of you
while you while you while you
while the you changes.

I catch my breath on the long walks
sauntering, dragging
and picking flowers
.
end
.

between two places spots destinations.

I'm trying to express the feeling of a lay over in an airport you already know too well,
but more like when that feeling comes across you in your day to day, that between moment , when it's just you and your transition. Alone faceing the choises you've set in place for yourself. The poem is just a test run, a few random ideas on the subject not yet fully there. where is there in this digital world? My house makes sounds like a human sometimes.
j

thanks

thanks was said back and forth
reflected in eyes and hearts
in circular patterns
between us.

hmmmmmmm,
thanks
cottonwoods
for your refreshing
outlook.
j

Mod night or Fashine Parade?

Do young people go out to be seen in their posh outfits
or to listen to or/and enjoy music?
It's like if I get dressed up to go out I feel like
I'm asking people to look at me
Why can't I just watch and listen unobserved like at home on the t.v.?
Why do people keep coming up to me?
Can't they see I'm watching, trying to be alone?
I Want to be alone.
Today I don't need you to be my sheild
I can go out on my own (damn-it).
Well, when I say alone I really mean clutching my cell phone deep in my jacket pocket
like an electric secirity blanket,
set on vibrate,
eyes glance towards blue screen just to make sure
I haven't missed
a call
your call
their call
last call
I feel thier eyes watching, judging
I know, because mine do the same.
Flicker flicker switch
brain must think in constructive patterens from here on in.
I remind myself for the nth time today.
Gin gin
good thoughts can contain gin
doubles
singles
straight
iced
limed
peeled
olived.

by julie and scott

he's back

I could feel it in the air today.
A whisper in my mind,
I told myself I was wrong
that it couldn't be true,
I haven't been clouse to him in years
how could I still sence him?

Then he walked into a crowed room
we stood to clouse and started where we left off
know where.
your timing is typical,
I just finished flushing one out of my brain
fill the space again I don't want to
try not to I will.
end
old lover really old lover
just came back
he once defined God to me
I couldn't hear his words instead
I just felt them,
later I asked him to tell me again and he refused
slightly offended by my lack of memory.
Our relationship started while I was balencing two othere people,
I read him some of my erotica, he asked me if he lick my face.
Weird ah?
Just the way I like them.
thanks for listening,
j.

Can I make a recomondation?

Have an afternoon pot luck
on a saturday,
three bottles of wine a bit of beer
(there are always thoughs people who only bring booze to
pot lucks).
And Enjoy.
my real recomondation here is this new Cananadain wine
it's called Naked it's un oaked
both the white and the red are
tasty, the white being so fruity and clean it inspired me to
blog this, not lonly drunkeness!
score one,
(inches).
j

Being here now.

It's over and just begining
again.
The cycle of rebirth
takes me to new,
yet there seems to be
constants that
remain steady,
in these times of change.

Labling would be redundent,
explaining to much like complaning
mystiphying just covered manipulating.

Must move forward now.

you, or me 15 yrs.from now

you touch me tonight
both physicaly and mentally
remember neither
I know you'll do.
I end up in a state
where I'm wanting
to hurt someone
touch someone the
the way you did me.

But you'll never know
unless I bookmark this ans hope to God your moving this
old ImB with you.





your not I'm sure I use to give you two hours to wake up...
fuck your right here
to drunk to know better.
fuck
i love you.
end
the end
sorry about this piece
i'm in a werid spot with nothing but
cable
a passed out old lover
lots oh smokes
whiskey
internet
weed
home made
cheif food
a great bike waiting for me
your body...
j

Violence and blood
there is lots of it out there.

I can't help it

I miss you
nights, where I would bus to your presents knowing
I would be well recived.
Now I come home
waiting watching nothing...

God your the last person I wanna remeber this way...
but the first I remember when feeling this way...

I'd cry if I was a different person
instead I put on the me shoes
and light my second last smoke
filter end first.

At least this is a me thing...
fucking up
making a mess of the energy in a room.
I try
but can't possibaly be the go,
between,
old lover and new.


I'll try
but it will be my demise
if I allow it.
Prefection in a glass
ousp I forgot to shake it...

Fuck I miss
the simplisity of the fall.
Where are you and how did we lose touch?
Your the one who saw my beauty even when I couldn't
and
belive that my eyes shone through...
fuck
I miss you.


It's to late to call
though if I knew you better right now
Iw ould of just walked right over
curld up in your arms
and forgoten.

Maybe Tom Waits wasn't a healthy choose.
Blue
dance with me like we don't owe anyone a thing.

sing songs

sing songs
like morning sunshines through
the window.


speak
like a child learning the langage
truthful and unaware of mistake.

remeber
only the times you want to
people will remind you of all the rest
don't take on that responsibility
it's not up to you

To keep yourself down
Our Job is to live like we want to
not like we think we should.

Dance like movement is your only
langage
to speak through.

Smile
like it makes you feel better.
and it will.

music and the machine

rythem
movement
tempo
beat

feet
knees
hands
heads

bop
sway
bang
tap

through
to
with
along

postal service
arcade fire
fleetwood
you

magic the way
it all changes your mood,
experience and preception.

come home with me
I'll teach you how to feel with your hands
and see with your mind.
Trust is built on a pin hole
of action or fluck.

rythem
beat
tempo
influences it all.
Dance with.

Morning

Aqua fit
7 a.m class
I can't tell you
why,
except for...

All the humor
of a man teaching women
while he watches thier bodies
gigle shake laugh.

It was hard to keep a striaght face,
taking my actions seriously
is something I stray from.

While fighting off another trans cient state
to float into my thoughts and away from the earth.
Just over head I wanna be,
I want the birds eye
plus the wings,
I have the claws already.
One third the way
I start the prayer.

I am reminded that
it's 7:30 a.m and I am
searching for quordination
opposite hand to foot
feeeellll the risitance tommorrow
or the next day, she promises
with a twikle.

lust

Is lust real?
After the hormones have cooled down
and we become two separte bodies
what is left?
becides breakfast
and a soft kiss.

Can lust excist in a loving relationship?
I hope so
pray so
long for.
Craving your body even after
I've just felt it,
thats what I like about
life.
The touching, feeling, responding.
The craving of those three is what leads me
into a lustful state.

j

yahoo it's v day

Can the v stand for
vigina?
Can this be the one day a year a women can talk about all the things
that ale her and her 'partener in crime'?
Please.

I won't boar you.

So on a personal note I'm trying to become a
social non drinker.
fuck, see it's easy enough for me not to drink
to excess but then the people around me still are!
Ya see then, they get really anoying and hard to reason with
and I end up walking home alone. It's not me I'm worryed about
night though.
The truth of the matter is many a cute girls walk home alone at night drunk
taking the short cuts.....

I think this socal non drinking is going to be more boring then I originally hoped.
I'm going to have to find pleasure in the little things agian
arn't I.
this is a boring post
sorry
j

challenge you with blue

then ido
so
I found this boy
then he
said soooo
your Adam's xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ya thats me
'ya him and i talked a lot during that
'oh ya so your crazy
ya shes a good match
ya you go

i can't deal with much
fuck

Is it eight thirty your time or
my time?
I can't remember.
(where i left my shoes/feet)

Cryed for that city
in a dark ally
I watched myself do.

Close to the numbing store.
It was by fluck,
I convince myself
one sip at a time.

I know both extremes
it's being on the middle
I find hard.

one plus one should never equal two

one\any desistion you make
equates to nothing if
it involves another person
and they decide the opposite of you.

Instead it equals two possibilities.
And again you find yourself in the
face of choise.
No my friend this game of responding and deciding
and choosing never ends.
I do belive that is why they call it
'this game called life'.
good luck with yours.
I'm coming over.
j