Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon.
Rack em’ before the crowd shows.
I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays.
Stained carpets, humming I got used to.
Friend by hello, fist by good-bye.
I know, you’re right.
This now, the last.
You are my best friend.
So, same time tomorrow.
Tag: #home
Ashback # 5 – I Pity the Fall!
Hey all,
Pictured above is the old 1983 Mr. T action figure, and no not a doll, an action figure. The difference is the kung-fu grip. Anyway, I was and still am I guess, a huge fan of the A-Team. I watched religiously every week as Four Vietnam vets, framed for a crime they didn’t commit, help the innocent while on the run from the military* Mr. T played B.A. Baracus, said doll. Damn it! I mean action figure.
Journal Entry # 90 – It’s the Little Things!
It has long been a great axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. – Arthur Conan Doyle
Journal Entry # 89 – Now, create!
If you’re alive, you’re a creative person. —Elizabeth Gilbert
Ashback # 4 – Bump, Volley…Spike!
Yup, those were the days!!!
Afterschool practices and weekend tournaments were my only focus during this chapter of my life. Back when I hadn’t quite grown into my ears yet. Oh, how I miss the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. The clean-shaven, beer shirt wearing, non-look at the camera bunch of guys you see above were once my comrades in arms. For all of high school, I had the awesome opportunity to be a part of a team with these fine lads. Volleyball, basketball, hockey, you name it. We were good too, I’m not just saying that. It was just great chemistry I think, most likely because we all got along so well. Best of all, we got to share a bunch of really cool experiences together, being on the road was one of my favourite parts. It was a great time in my life for sure. When I look at the newspaper clipping now, I wonder what everybody is up to. It’s been forever since I have seen or spoken to most. I think this was 1994.
My Redemption
My memory is all I have to adore you.
A broken heart still bleeding for attention.
Before the picture fades,
I pray for a lost connection.
My fault bears a cross,
though, it was never my intention.
Forgive this, my wordy plea,
and grant me redemption.
Journal Entry # 88 – Betrayal
Beware the person that stabs you and tells the world they’re the one who’s bleeding.
Journal Entry # 87 – And I Ran…
Because with a little fresh air as my fuel, I got to chase down this moment!!!
#RightNow #Living
Like a Dream!
Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.
Ashback # 2 – That Afternoon…
We played and played. Dad, at your service, what game shall we play next? You couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you…that afternoon, together.
Earth To Ash 