Hits of the oldies.

Today was a crazy day. I finally got my A/C unit fixed, my wife and kids got to come home, and after loving the use of central air again I have been working hard to develop a blog. I bought a new domain name, and I have joined several blog sites to find my flavor. So far this one has been the best so I will keep posting here. Well I have nothing new yet, but here is another favorite old poem.

"Twisted"


Darkness entails the light, driven from my vision
The night is my sights companion
Blinding like lashes beaten by drops from careless rain
Exiled into a void where steps are forgotten
Voices are never heard
Touches are brushed aside
I've been punished for my faults, but the assault doesn't end with the whine of silence
Battered through my mind the wounds inflicted sing
A choir of distorted thoughts name my theme
Malice and pain
Destruction on devastation
Cursed from thoughtless moments
I'm falling
Drifting down
Crawling in the dark air of nothing
Gaining no ground
Getting nowhere
Lost further under this ignorant shade
Just love me
Just hold me
Just help me
Love me faithfully or
Hate me woefully
Please
So I can finally stop screaming

Something old

I don't have much to say late tonight. My mind is foggy and troubled. But I wanted to leave something for anyone willing, to read. So here is an old favorite poem I wrote when I sat in a dark world with a heart that left me to bleed.

"I've Been a Prisoner" 
inspired by 
Phil Collins- Take Me Home

I've been a prisoner, held in this box called wonder
I sit pondering the world around 

what is there to see
Flowers of yellow, bright to challenge the sun
Clouds that float high echo my thoughts
Air so fresh the wind blows a new life through my hair
All this so perfect
Here she comes
Perfection on perfection
The improbable she is
As glorious to my eyes as any sun or flower
Wiser than any old cloud
Fresher than the newest life
I see her
I die to be reborn to her again
It's excruciating as she runs and plays these gentile games
I speak to her so often, but riddled her honeyed tongue is
But away she leaves me stranded without a word
Left as a solitude prisoner of a world where no answer seems to lie
I love it, I hate it
I cherish it, I loathe it
Damn stupid box
Much time has passed now and not a noise of her gentle steps
Not a breathe of her blossomed lips
No caress of her soft fingers
Here comes the rain
Pouring down over my shivering body, it threatens to drown me
I feel naked to the world, everything trying to crush me
I've been a prisoner so long, held in this box called wonder
But there is a light I see, not far through the downpour of despair
Fight it I will, prevail I say, and move I do
I found a hole in this damn box called wonder, but I am too big to fit
I see her
There she is dancing, and moving with the grace she wields to me
I knock and I pound, but the box just won't give
I cry and I wail inside
I rise to a panic
I am lost in this hopeless little world
Please hear my cries and pleas
I've been a prisoner so long
Please let me out and take me home

My accounts with my home buyer warranty company.

UPDATED! 10:09 pm 7/13/2011

This is for nothing more than to set the record straight on the incidents that are occurring, and unfolding at this current time. My downstairs A/C unit has gone out, no fan, and no attempts to run. I have made no attempts to repair the machine, due to strict rule enforcement by my home buyers warranty company. So I feel the need to oblige them. This is for my records and my accounts. This statement will prove time and date and be a legal record of accounts experienced.

Disclaimer* Due to the situation being very civil, and non hostile all company's names, phone numbers, account  numbers, will be censored until final resolution has been attained.

Balance.

Earlier today I wrote my blog on Sunday being a Funday, and how sometimes it doesn't go so well. I wrote before that about how I built this new blog, and was getting back on track to writing full time, and that meaning at least something everyday. I wrote about a story I had begun when I was nineteen and it was a big hit among my friends. A piece I had been very into and nearly heart broken to have lost.

I also wrote how it was time to move forward and let the past lie, let go of the past so I can embrace the future. So I did. Today things didn't go my way for the most. My A/C went out, I've been living in my own sweat for a day and enjoying the pleasant scent of my hot panting dogs, but hey it could just be me. I took my time and contacted the warranty people, I have sat around waiting for a call from some sort of tech group, but they won't get to me until tomorrow, because it's Sunday.

Fine and dandy, I refused to let any of this ruin my day. I did what I had to do to set my household right today, sending my wife and kids to stay yet another couple days out of the house. Lucky me, my wife loves me and brought the kids to visit. So after a big boost to my day seeing the smiling little devils I got to go back in the house and work on making changes to my blog layout and things like that.

Sunday is Funday, even when Cat Norris appears.

I love Sundays. As an adult I have a higher appreciation for Sundays than I did when I was a kid. Sunday meant waking up early, no t.v., stuffy clothes, and off to church. Not only that, but when you come home you have to make sure you finish your homework, eat dinner, and take a bath. Now comes the impending dread. An entire day wasted on things a child has no care for, and lo and behold an entire day of running and playing down the drain! I dreaded Sundays, hell I dreaded Saturday, because Sunday was the day after, and after Sunday--SCHOOL!

It was a dreary every weekend scenario for me for my entire school career, until the day I graduated. I went to the work force, forty hours a week with a little OT. I worked Saturdays, but NEVER Sundays. Work was closed, and I got to do what I wanted. Hung out with friends, went on a date, or spent the day cruising around trying to get into whatever trouble wanted to rear its ugly head. That's what eighteen year olds do, and I loved it.

Facebook and Twitter and Blogs Oh My!

So this is technically my second post on my brand spanking new, shiny, right out of the box, new car smelling blog. I have seriously spent an entire day acquainting myself with my new Twitter account. I would maybe link it here in the blog, but I am certain it is slapped all over the rest of the page as it is.

So now I have my new Facebook account, my new Facebook page, my new Twitter feed, so I can tweet about a twit and...Yeah no sorry for that. But the most important part is I now have a new blog, and I can write every single, last, cotton picking day. I can post of poetry, I can rant and rave, but best of all is I can now share my ideas, my theories, and my stories without scrutiny. I can do as I like, and I can say as I please, and hell if you're reading this you can comment, and I can comment back. Wow this is much more like Facebook or Twitter, right? Wrong.

This is only a test.

Had this been real, this message would probably be followed by sirens, screaming, gun shots and most likely rioting.