Seize me, saint or sinner
Suffer my mind to muse over this melody
Bind this body, build or break
Take me to your end and may it be a godsend
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Awkward Desperate People-- Part 3-- Women's Visions
Women have the untold ability to see the future. Its true, they can look into the crystal ball and not only ask the question, what if, but they see the fruits of it. One must ask then what causes such revelatory experiences to occur? The answer to such a question can only be the blessed interaction with the one to which she wishes to see the future.
Karen is on a date with Nick. She has liked Nick for awhile and been waiting and wishing that he would ask her out. Interaction has been sparse but the few times they have been together have proved to be something noteworthy for not only Karen but all her friends. It spills out of her in conversation when such information has never been solicited.
The date has gone wonderfully. Nick planned this date, something that hasn’t been so common a feature amongst the other boys that Karen has gone out with. They went to Barnes and Noble and picked out five books that described each other and then ended up reading children’s books to one another. Silliness and laughter along with sincerity and soul searching thoughts came out in the corner of a bookstore.
They sat now together at a small table in a local restaurant called Pammy’s and ate delicious pie shakes.
Nick: Yeah, I just haven’t had the best of luck with ladies. I don’t know what it is about me that repels some and attracts others. If I knew the answer to that question I can assure you I wouldn’t have gone out on as many first dates.
Karen: Oh come on, a guy like you, you have to beat them away with a stick.
Nick: No really, you don’t understand I’ve dated some psychos.
Karen: Tell me then.
Nick: Eh, on second thought not tonight.
Karen: Why not?
Nick: We are having a good evening and to talk about them would be…less appealing.
Karen: Fine.
Nick: Besides, why would I want to talk about them and me when I have you here. Lets talk about you and me.
The next few lines that Nick stated were hardly heard by Karen. A man she had already decided she liked was acting like a true gentlemen. The night continued on and the two of them shared hopes, dreams, and aspirations for life.
Nick: It goes by so quickly and I can hardly believe that I’m twenty three. I am now my fathers age when he became a father. Tomorrow I will wake up and be in his situation and wonder how it all went. Sure I’ll have kids but I’ll wonder if they had ever known me, or I them. I think they will, after all I remember my parents and the lessons they taught me.
Such moments of sincerity and soul searching brought about the powers that be in showing the future. After being dropped off and hugged by a man with feeling Karen went to bed but her mind was awake with wonder. Stirring about were the powers of revelation.
Visions of the future flashed before her with Nick. She saw their wedding invitation. She would be Mrs. Karen Newman. The invitation was decorated with lace and the picture of the two of them was in black and white. They were elegant people and deserved such a picture. The wedding went by in an instant and before she knew it she was wisped away to two years into their marriage. He would come home from work and she would be standing in the bathroom. He would ask, “My Care,” his nickname for her, “what are you doing standing there?” She would tell him she was pregnant. Tears would fill his eyes as this sensitive man would embrace her the same way he had embraced her on their first date. Before she knew it again she would be pushed out into the future. Now there were five children about her and her oldest, Henry was going away on a mission. They were taking a family photo to remember the moment. She could see her husband and son giving talks at his farewell. What a man he would be in telling their son of his love for him. Before she could consider the significance of the moment the years rushed past. She found herself without any kids in the house. Her husband was coming in from the back yard. His hair was now silver. He hunched over a bit and his pants were pulled up high. He looked like such an adorable old man. His hands were hidden behind him. She asked him what he had and he pulled out some flowers in one hand and a book in the other. It was the very book she had read to him on their first date. It was a children’s book entitled, “Pinkalicious.” Walking toward her he would say, “you know what today is?” Not knowing she would respond, “why no, what is today?” Forgiving her with a wink and while opening his mouth he would say, “why its our anniversary my dear, 50 years with my Care. I love you.” Again he would embrace her and she would remember the way she felt the first time she was hugged by him.
Her vision closed and she realized she was still in bed. The hour had passed but her feelings for this young man had not. She wasn’t certain that the future would be played out like such but she hoped to everything holy that it would be.
Karen is on a date with Nick. She has liked Nick for awhile and been waiting and wishing that he would ask her out. Interaction has been sparse but the few times they have been together have proved to be something noteworthy for not only Karen but all her friends. It spills out of her in conversation when such information has never been solicited.
The date has gone wonderfully. Nick planned this date, something that hasn’t been so common a feature amongst the other boys that Karen has gone out with. They went to Barnes and Noble and picked out five books that described each other and then ended up reading children’s books to one another. Silliness and laughter along with sincerity and soul searching thoughts came out in the corner of a bookstore.
They sat now together at a small table in a local restaurant called Pammy’s and ate delicious pie shakes.
Nick: Yeah, I just haven’t had the best of luck with ladies. I don’t know what it is about me that repels some and attracts others. If I knew the answer to that question I can assure you I wouldn’t have gone out on as many first dates.
Karen: Oh come on, a guy like you, you have to beat them away with a stick.
Nick: No really, you don’t understand I’ve dated some psychos.
Karen: Tell me then.
Nick: Eh, on second thought not tonight.
Karen: Why not?
Nick: We are having a good evening and to talk about them would be…less appealing.
Karen: Fine.
Nick: Besides, why would I want to talk about them and me when I have you here. Lets talk about you and me.
The next few lines that Nick stated were hardly heard by Karen. A man she had already decided she liked was acting like a true gentlemen. The night continued on and the two of them shared hopes, dreams, and aspirations for life.
Nick: It goes by so quickly and I can hardly believe that I’m twenty three. I am now my fathers age when he became a father. Tomorrow I will wake up and be in his situation and wonder how it all went. Sure I’ll have kids but I’ll wonder if they had ever known me, or I them. I think they will, after all I remember my parents and the lessons they taught me.
Such moments of sincerity and soul searching brought about the powers that be in showing the future. After being dropped off and hugged by a man with feeling Karen went to bed but her mind was awake with wonder. Stirring about were the powers of revelation.
Visions of the future flashed before her with Nick. She saw their wedding invitation. She would be Mrs. Karen Newman. The invitation was decorated with lace and the picture of the two of them was in black and white. They were elegant people and deserved such a picture. The wedding went by in an instant and before she knew it she was wisped away to two years into their marriage. He would come home from work and she would be standing in the bathroom. He would ask, “My Care,” his nickname for her, “what are you doing standing there?” She would tell him she was pregnant. Tears would fill his eyes as this sensitive man would embrace her the same way he had embraced her on their first date. Before she knew it again she would be pushed out into the future. Now there were five children about her and her oldest, Henry was going away on a mission. They were taking a family photo to remember the moment. She could see her husband and son giving talks at his farewell. What a man he would be in telling their son of his love for him. Before she could consider the significance of the moment the years rushed past. She found herself without any kids in the house. Her husband was coming in from the back yard. His hair was now silver. He hunched over a bit and his pants were pulled up high. He looked like such an adorable old man. His hands were hidden behind him. She asked him what he had and he pulled out some flowers in one hand and a book in the other. It was the very book she had read to him on their first date. It was a children’s book entitled, “Pinkalicious.” Walking toward her he would say, “you know what today is?” Not knowing she would respond, “why no, what is today?” Forgiving her with a wink and while opening his mouth he would say, “why its our anniversary my dear, 50 years with my Care. I love you.” Again he would embrace her and she would remember the way she felt the first time she was hugged by him.
Her vision closed and she realized she was still in bed. The hour had passed but her feelings for this young man had not. She wasn’t certain that the future would be played out like such but she hoped to everything holy that it would be.
Smith's Employee
Andrew played out scenarios in his head more than he ever played them out in real life. There were a number of women that he saw throughout his day that brought about an ability within Andrew to believe in himself and the possibilities…possibilities of him hooking up with them.
Andrew went to the supermarket to buy a bag of chimichangas. While there the following occurred within his mind.
Andrew: (nothing….on autopilot…walking through the frozen food aisle) Oh, it looks like a sale on ice-cream. A buck eighty-eight for cookies and cream- oh heck yes I’ll buy some. (walks toward the chimichangas) Oh they’re on sale too- this is awesome. (walks towards self check out lane and sees cashier) I could go through this self check out, or I could checkout the lady that will ring up my items. Yeah, I do only have two items but, shoot I need a pack of gum too and maybe this time I will have the guts to talk to her. Three items is enough to stand in line for her, right? I really shouldn’t be attracted to her. She’s got this dark attractive light about her. I don’t know how to describe it. The lady even has a tat on her forearm; some Chinese character. She’s tough. The black dye job on her hair is a good choice. This summer heat has given her a tan too. Slender build, maybe she runs each day? I run, she runs too- maybe I’ll see her out some time in the future. No, she probably lives like ten miles from here. I wonder if she smokes? If a chick like her has a tat on her arm and a black dye job I think she probably smokes. How old is she? Low thirties max, maybe late twenties. What would she think if I hit on her? The reason why she is so skinny is probably because she is into crystal meth or something like that; but when she smiles her teeth are still there and they’re white…well whiter than I would expect if she did do some sort of hard drugs. Even though I don’t do drugs its not like kissing her would transfer the drugs to me; would it? Oh my spot is coming up. I should place my items down and get some gum. There; three items, ice cream, chimichangas, and gum- I’m a regular bad ass. That’s the type of guy I would expect her to be with, but then again maybe she’s trying to clean herself up. She may have received this job through her parole officer and she’s on her way back to the top. Smiling at me like that doesn’t deter me from thinking nothing but the best about her.
Andrew (aloud): How you doing?
Lady: Good, how are you?
Andrew: I’m doing just dandy…the weather outside is great; too bad you’re cooped up in here all day.
Lady: Yeah, I hope my flowers don’t get dried out in this heat.
Andrew: Oh you garden, got yourself a green thumb there?
Lady: I try to garden.
Andrew: Flowers or vegetables and stuff?
Lady: I like both but I’m trying some raspberry bushes now-a-days. Your total is 4.37.
Andrew: That’s cool (hands her a five dollar bill) I’ve never tried gardening (points to a display of gnomes) But I figure if I ever do start into it I’ll have to buy one of those guys.
Lady: (laughs) Really?
Andrew: Yeah but I cant bring myself to do it, something about sharing my place with an old bearded man just doesn’t appeal to me…and the fact that he’s 1/16th my size doesn’t make me trust him either.
Lady: (handing him the change) sixty three cents is your change; (laughs) why cant you trust the little old guy, I think he’s cute?
Andrew: He looks too much like my conscience.
Lady: Your conscious is a gnome?
Andrew: No, but if my conscious were captured in physical form I’m sure it’d look like that guy (points to gnome) right there.
Lady: (laughs) Why a gnome though?
Andrew: Small, old, mixed up with the mystical (picks up plastic bag)…well, good luck with your garden.
Lady: Thanks, see yah.
Andrew walking away: Where does that come from? The gnome thing just kinda came out of nowhere. I think she was digging me up until that point. “Mixed up with the Mystical,” what was that all about? She’ll end up thinking I’m into dungeons and dragons. She’s probably thinking I’m the one on drugs… She’s a gardener though. The outdoors has an ability to heal the heart. There is something edgy about her. Is it the tat? Her black hair? It could be the fact that she’s teetering between the ages; there is the youthful lusty busty in her that’s looking like it’ll be beat down by the etchings of age. I can see it coming and taking away the edge, leaving her hollow. A punk band that turns thirty is what will happen to her face here soon. She, like the band, could once shout the f-word and sense the shrill feel of youthful uprising, but age would take her appearance and make it be nothing but a used hollow woman…It hasn’t happened yet. The thought might have occurred to her and now she’s wising up the advice she received from her adolescence. In drug rehab maybe they told her to start a garden to see the growth she’s made, like a plant that needs nurturing.
Andrew put his groceries in the back seat of his car.
I’m still attracted to her. I’m very attracted to her. I’ll never get a tattoo. No, I’ll never use drugs. Gardening is something I won’t try my hand at either. She’s a lot of things I’m not and a lot of what my teenage self never was allowed to have but always wanted.
Andrew closed the back door to his car and stared at his reflection.
I’m not a teenager anymore and neither is she. I’m getting older too. She could still get away saying the f-word. I never was able to get away with it. Not even now that I’m older could I get away with it. Sometimes I feel it, but I can never bring myself to say it.
Andrew stared at himself with a hard look and then got in his car and started the drive back home.
Andrew went to the supermarket to buy a bag of chimichangas. While there the following occurred within his mind.
Andrew: (nothing….on autopilot…walking through the frozen food aisle) Oh, it looks like a sale on ice-cream. A buck eighty-eight for cookies and cream- oh heck yes I’ll buy some. (walks toward the chimichangas) Oh they’re on sale too- this is awesome. (walks towards self check out lane and sees cashier) I could go through this self check out, or I could checkout the lady that will ring up my items. Yeah, I do only have two items but, shoot I need a pack of gum too and maybe this time I will have the guts to talk to her. Three items is enough to stand in line for her, right? I really shouldn’t be attracted to her. She’s got this dark attractive light about her. I don’t know how to describe it. The lady even has a tat on her forearm; some Chinese character. She’s tough. The black dye job on her hair is a good choice. This summer heat has given her a tan too. Slender build, maybe she runs each day? I run, she runs too- maybe I’ll see her out some time in the future. No, she probably lives like ten miles from here. I wonder if she smokes? If a chick like her has a tat on her arm and a black dye job I think she probably smokes. How old is she? Low thirties max, maybe late twenties. What would she think if I hit on her? The reason why she is so skinny is probably because she is into crystal meth or something like that; but when she smiles her teeth are still there and they’re white…well whiter than I would expect if she did do some sort of hard drugs. Even though I don’t do drugs its not like kissing her would transfer the drugs to me; would it? Oh my spot is coming up. I should place my items down and get some gum. There; three items, ice cream, chimichangas, and gum- I’m a regular bad ass. That’s the type of guy I would expect her to be with, but then again maybe she’s trying to clean herself up. She may have received this job through her parole officer and she’s on her way back to the top. Smiling at me like that doesn’t deter me from thinking nothing but the best about her.
Andrew (aloud): How you doing?
Lady: Good, how are you?
Andrew: I’m doing just dandy…the weather outside is great; too bad you’re cooped up in here all day.
Lady: Yeah, I hope my flowers don’t get dried out in this heat.
Andrew: Oh you garden, got yourself a green thumb there?
Lady: I try to garden.
Andrew: Flowers or vegetables and stuff?
Lady: I like both but I’m trying some raspberry bushes now-a-days. Your total is 4.37.
Andrew: That’s cool (hands her a five dollar bill) I’ve never tried gardening (points to a display of gnomes) But I figure if I ever do start into it I’ll have to buy one of those guys.
Lady: (laughs) Really?
Andrew: Yeah but I cant bring myself to do it, something about sharing my place with an old bearded man just doesn’t appeal to me…and the fact that he’s 1/16th my size doesn’t make me trust him either.
Lady: (handing him the change) sixty three cents is your change; (laughs) why cant you trust the little old guy, I think he’s cute?
Andrew: He looks too much like my conscience.
Lady: Your conscious is a gnome?
Andrew: No, but if my conscious were captured in physical form I’m sure it’d look like that guy (points to gnome) right there.
Lady: (laughs) Why a gnome though?
Andrew: Small, old, mixed up with the mystical (picks up plastic bag)…well, good luck with your garden.
Lady: Thanks, see yah.
Andrew walking away: Where does that come from? The gnome thing just kinda came out of nowhere. I think she was digging me up until that point. “Mixed up with the Mystical,” what was that all about? She’ll end up thinking I’m into dungeons and dragons. She’s probably thinking I’m the one on drugs… She’s a gardener though. The outdoors has an ability to heal the heart. There is something edgy about her. Is it the tat? Her black hair? It could be the fact that she’s teetering between the ages; there is the youthful lusty busty in her that’s looking like it’ll be beat down by the etchings of age. I can see it coming and taking away the edge, leaving her hollow. A punk band that turns thirty is what will happen to her face here soon. She, like the band, could once shout the f-word and sense the shrill feel of youthful uprising, but age would take her appearance and make it be nothing but a used hollow woman…It hasn’t happened yet. The thought might have occurred to her and now she’s wising up the advice she received from her adolescence. In drug rehab maybe they told her to start a garden to see the growth she’s made, like a plant that needs nurturing.
Andrew put his groceries in the back seat of his car.
I’m still attracted to her. I’m very attracted to her. I’ll never get a tattoo. No, I’ll never use drugs. Gardening is something I won’t try my hand at either. She’s a lot of things I’m not and a lot of what my teenage self never was allowed to have but always wanted.
Andrew closed the back door to his car and stared at his reflection.
I’m not a teenager anymore and neither is she. I’m getting older too. She could still get away saying the f-word. I never was able to get away with it. Not even now that I’m older could I get away with it. Sometimes I feel it, but I can never bring myself to say it.
Andrew stared at himself with a hard look and then got in his car and started the drive back home.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Awkward Desperate People-- Part Two-- Messages
Leaving the right message involves all the things you choose to say and even some of the things you keep yourself from saying. It may sound completely different in your head...it does sound different in your head.
Man calls up a woman on his cell phone while walking around his apartment.
Man: Hey it’s me. I was just calling because I’ve been thinking about you. Um, I don’t know how to put this but you were in my dream last night. You really shouldn’t do that to me- be in my dreams and all. It was weird; well there was you, Winston Churchill and Curios George. I turned to Winston and he said we needed to defeat the Germans. Then Curious George started doing his monkey talk and there were subtitles so I could understand what he was saying. Crazy, I know (laughs). He told Winston that if we cut off all waffle supplies the Germans would surrender. Churchill thought it was a brilliant idea and decided to go off and celebrate with curios George by buying him a pint. That’s when you showed up. Oh I wish you could have seen it, you were a giant waffle (laughs) and I (laughs) I was the syrup bottle and Churchill put me on top of you-
Message machine: If you are satisfied with your recording then press one.
Man presses one and calls up woman again. Again he receives the answering machine.
Man: Sorry your machine cut me off. Anyway where was I? Right, you were a waffle and then I was there and I was a giant syrup bottle. Winston then poured me on top of you and Curios George ate you…it was all really weird. I don’t know necessarily what it means but it was a sticky situation (laughs to himself). I was the syrup, sticky situation, get it? Ah…(switching gears) anyway, I was wondering what you were doing later. (Serious) I kinda want to be with you more. We never hang out anymore. Which I totally understand you’re a busy successful woman who has many things to do and not enough hours to do them. I want to do you-
Message machine: If you are satisfied with your recording then press one.
Man presses one and calls up woman again. Once more he receives the answering machine.
Man: I hate message machines. Ugh, where was I at (loss of words)…um, uh (panics)…I probably should’ve thought about what I was going to say before I called…(mental walk through) there was Curious George and Churchill; already talked about them, you as the waffle, sticky situation, Nazi’s, me and you hanging out less lately- Oh yeah, we’ve not hanged out, hung out, no its hanged- whatever- we haven’t seen much of each other. (under his breath) that’s it. And that’s just not cool. I want to do you the honor of taking you out this week. We’ll get a slurpee and play some speed. It’ll be fun. I’m fun and so are you, obviously, so we’ll just hang with each other and have some fun. Alright, so we’ll hang and have some fun. Give me a call and we’ll talk. Bye.
Man to friend also in the room: So I think that went well. I was totally myself and she likes me for me, you know?
Friend just nods.
Man calls up a woman on his cell phone while walking around his apartment.
Man: Hey it’s me. I was just calling because I’ve been thinking about you. Um, I don’t know how to put this but you were in my dream last night. You really shouldn’t do that to me- be in my dreams and all. It was weird; well there was you, Winston Churchill and Curios George. I turned to Winston and he said we needed to defeat the Germans. Then Curious George started doing his monkey talk and there were subtitles so I could understand what he was saying. Crazy, I know (laughs). He told Winston that if we cut off all waffle supplies the Germans would surrender. Churchill thought it was a brilliant idea and decided to go off and celebrate with curios George by buying him a pint. That’s when you showed up. Oh I wish you could have seen it, you were a giant waffle (laughs) and I (laughs) I was the syrup bottle and Churchill put me on top of you-
Message machine: If you are satisfied with your recording then press one.
Man presses one and calls up woman again. Again he receives the answering machine.
Man: Sorry your machine cut me off. Anyway where was I? Right, you were a waffle and then I was there and I was a giant syrup bottle. Winston then poured me on top of you and Curios George ate you…it was all really weird. I don’t know necessarily what it means but it was a sticky situation (laughs to himself). I was the syrup, sticky situation, get it? Ah…(switching gears) anyway, I was wondering what you were doing later. (Serious) I kinda want to be with you more. We never hang out anymore. Which I totally understand you’re a busy successful woman who has many things to do and not enough hours to do them. I want to do you-
Message machine: If you are satisfied with your recording then press one.
Man presses one and calls up woman again. Once more he receives the answering machine.
Man: I hate message machines. Ugh, where was I at (loss of words)…um, uh (panics)…I probably should’ve thought about what I was going to say before I called…(mental walk through) there was Curious George and Churchill; already talked about them, you as the waffle, sticky situation, Nazi’s, me and you hanging out less lately- Oh yeah, we’ve not hanged out, hung out, no its hanged- whatever- we haven’t seen much of each other. (under his breath) that’s it. And that’s just not cool. I want to do you the honor of taking you out this week. We’ll get a slurpee and play some speed. It’ll be fun. I’m fun and so are you, obviously, so we’ll just hang with each other and have some fun. Alright, so we’ll hang and have some fun. Give me a call and we’ll talk. Bye.
Man to friend also in the room: So I think that went well. I was totally myself and she likes me for me, you know?
Friend just nods.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Awkward Desperate People-- Part One-- Running for Love
There are those who are desperate for love. Women become desperate. Men are almost always desperate. What drives someone to become so dependant upon someone else to make them feel happy? Perhaps the answer to that question could best be found in a group therapy session; however, we’ll just show you one scenario of a desperate young man. You can decide where the problem starts and how best to treat it.
Its pouring rain outside and a young man runs down the street and knocks on the door of an apartment. A young woman opens the door.
Boy: (breathing heavy) I- I…
Girl: What are you doing its pouring rain outside?
Boy: I ran all the way to get here.
Girl (in disbelief): You ran all the way to get here? Don’t you live like three miles away?
Boy: I’d run five hundred miles…if I lived five hundred miles away, all so that I could be with you.
Girl: What? You’re all out of breath- I don’t think I heard you right.
Boy: You are my breath, my every breath. I’ve decided, I’m in love with you. That’s why I ran here. You can be into me now too, its ok, I’ve made up my mind. You don’t have to fret over whether we’ll get back together, I’m here now.
Girl: We went out once and we’ve hung out a few times, you cant be in love with me.
Boy (confused): Its raining though…
Girl: Yeah its raining so?...
Boy: Can’t you feel that. (Takes girl by the arm and has her hand out in the rain).
Girl: Nope…just feeling wet.
Boy: Just wet? Not even a little bit? Can’t you let the love reign?...Get it, reign as in be a ruler of your heart and rain as if the droplets of water…(desperation) If rain drops were passion then you can see that I’m drenched in it…(staring into her eyes passionately) drenched in it all for you.
Girl: You’re kinda creeping me out.
Boy: Come on out into the rain with me. You’re not even wet…(frustrated). I ran in the rain for you. I don’t like to run and I don’t like the rain but I thought you’d be kissing me by now. You said in the last group setting we were in that you love the rain. Here I am in the rain, why won’t you just be with me now? What was that a tease?
Girl: I said that as I was holding my boyfriends hand. He’s inside here. (turns inside and says) Hey you wanna come over here.
Boyfriend: What’s going on?
Boy (excited): Perfect. Ok, maybe this will still work out. (to himself) Here comes my fight scene…(To the boyfriend) Um, I don’t know how to put this but she doesn’t like you anymore.
Girl: What?
Boyfriend: huh?
Boy: She’s in love with me. We fell for each other a little while back. She wanted me but I wasn’t sure if I wanted her cuz I thought she was being prideful but it was my prejudice that got in the way. Anyway its all resolved now. You better just leave. Go ahead pick up the broken pieces of your heart and get out of here.
Boyfriend: Is he for real?
Girl: Do you honestly think I’d end up with this guy?
Boy: Dude, I ran in the rain for this girl, what have you done?
Boyfriend: Well we were kind of kissing before you showed up, so I don’t know you tell me.
Boy (heartbroken): You would do that to me?…How could you?
Girl: We never had anything. We went on one date.
Boy: I’ll forgive you for that, this one time I will forgive you because I love you.
Boyfriend: Hey why don’t you just go home?
Boy: Home is where the heart is and my heart is in her, so you see, I cant go.
Girl: I don’t love you, I don’t even hardly know you. We went out once and we’ll never go out again.
Boy: (defeated) You’re just going to toss it all away, just like that…the heart beating the rain, the running, the last second run of passion- nothing?(walking away) You never knew my heart…home is where the heart is but apparently you’re home is a cheep motel rented out for one night stands and young boys…and by the way, it’s a good thing we didn’t work out because the rain sucks!
Its pouring rain outside and a young man runs down the street and knocks on the door of an apartment. A young woman opens the door.
Boy: (breathing heavy) I- I…
Girl: What are you doing its pouring rain outside?
Boy: I ran all the way to get here.
Girl (in disbelief): You ran all the way to get here? Don’t you live like three miles away?
Boy: I’d run five hundred miles…if I lived five hundred miles away, all so that I could be with you.
Girl: What? You’re all out of breath- I don’t think I heard you right.
Boy: You are my breath, my every breath. I’ve decided, I’m in love with you. That’s why I ran here. You can be into me now too, its ok, I’ve made up my mind. You don’t have to fret over whether we’ll get back together, I’m here now.
Girl: We went out once and we’ve hung out a few times, you cant be in love with me.
Boy (confused): Its raining though…
Girl: Yeah its raining so?...
Boy: Can’t you feel that. (Takes girl by the arm and has her hand out in the rain).
Girl: Nope…just feeling wet.
Boy: Just wet? Not even a little bit? Can’t you let the love reign?...Get it, reign as in be a ruler of your heart and rain as if the droplets of water…(desperation) If rain drops were passion then you can see that I’m drenched in it…(staring into her eyes passionately) drenched in it all for you.
Girl: You’re kinda creeping me out.
Boy: Come on out into the rain with me. You’re not even wet…(frustrated). I ran in the rain for you. I don’t like to run and I don’t like the rain but I thought you’d be kissing me by now. You said in the last group setting we were in that you love the rain. Here I am in the rain, why won’t you just be with me now? What was that a tease?
Girl: I said that as I was holding my boyfriends hand. He’s inside here. (turns inside and says) Hey you wanna come over here.
Boyfriend: What’s going on?
Boy (excited): Perfect. Ok, maybe this will still work out. (to himself) Here comes my fight scene…(To the boyfriend) Um, I don’t know how to put this but she doesn’t like you anymore.
Girl: What?
Boyfriend: huh?
Boy: She’s in love with me. We fell for each other a little while back. She wanted me but I wasn’t sure if I wanted her cuz I thought she was being prideful but it was my prejudice that got in the way. Anyway its all resolved now. You better just leave. Go ahead pick up the broken pieces of your heart and get out of here.
Boyfriend: Is he for real?
Girl: Do you honestly think I’d end up with this guy?
Boy: Dude, I ran in the rain for this girl, what have you done?
Boyfriend: Well we were kind of kissing before you showed up, so I don’t know you tell me.
Boy (heartbroken): You would do that to me?…How could you?
Girl: We never had anything. We went on one date.
Boy: I’ll forgive you for that, this one time I will forgive you because I love you.
Boyfriend: Hey why don’t you just go home?
Boy: Home is where the heart is and my heart is in her, so you see, I cant go.
Girl: I don’t love you, I don’t even hardly know you. We went out once and we’ll never go out again.
Boy: (defeated) You’re just going to toss it all away, just like that…the heart beating the rain, the running, the last second run of passion- nothing?(walking away) You never knew my heart…home is where the heart is but apparently you’re home is a cheep motel rented out for one night stands and young boys…and by the way, it’s a good thing we didn’t work out because the rain sucks!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Imagine: The Drop-Off
Dropping someone off at the end of a date is an experience, to say the least. Certain codes of conduct should be established so as to avoid any awkwardness. When there is no set pattern or known rule to follow moments such as this will happen.
Ben: Man, finding a parking spot around your place is almost impossible.
Julia: I know. You should see it during the fall time when everyone comes back to school…
Ben finds a parking spot and both Ben and Julia exit the car. They start the walk back to Julia’s place.
Ben: Yeah, I can only imagine this place is swarming with students during the fall. (Inner monologue) How is this drop-off going to work? We’ve only been out once so will she give me a hug? I don’t even want to go on a second date with her but I would like to be hugged. She did like me after all. She laughed at everything I had to say tonight. If only I were physically attracted. Call me shallow, its what I am.
Julia: It’s too bad they miss out on the pool and all during the fall. I’m lucky I get to have it all to myself. (Inner monologue) I wonder if I invited him to go swimming right now if he’d do it with me. There is no one in there. Maybe if I think it hard enough he will somehow say it. I was reading about that today how positive thinking brings things about- it was in women’s health, Teen 17, Vogue and on Oprah. It must be true- Oh he’s gonna say something, I need to listen to what he’s saying.
Ben: Swimming’s fun; especially when its so dang hot out. (Inner monologue) Why cant I just be physically attracted to this girl. She is normal, which is saying something considering all the psychos I’ve taken out recently. At least I did some things I enjoyed tonight. I got a slurpee, I listened to some acoustic guitars, and was able to laugh…if she doesn’t give me a hug that’d just suck. Why cant you just like her?
Julia: (Inner monologue) What did he say? I was totally checking him out. He’s working it all tonight and he keeps smiling- say something you idiot show that you were listening. Mmmh, I just love that smell, that laundry room smell.
Ben and Julia walk by the apartments laundry mat that is open.
Julia: It just smells like laundry. Moron.
Ben: That it does. Where did that come from. Just smile and nod your head, yeah that’s right, nod your head and the awkwardness will just disappear. Ok up these steps and then the big finale so I might as well start into the routine. Hey, thanks for going out with me tonight. Wait now for her to decide whether to give you the hug. If you go for it then she’ll think you’re interested but if you sit back and wait then it will all be her blame if she wants to complain about it all later to her girlfriends…I want to be hugged, I want to feel important. Shoot I haven’t even kissed a girl in years, a hug would be some encouragement. I’m tired of the laughs I really am. Great I can get a girl to laugh but they’re cheep laughs. They’re the type of laughs you can get out of your niece or nephew.
Julia: Yeah no problem it was awesome. Ok don’t come on too strong- wait, what is he waiting for? He’s just standing there. Is he going to kiss me? It is just the first date after all- oh who are you kidding if he gave the green light you’d definitely kiss him. Maybe Oprah was right, positive thinking really works- come closer you.
Ben: Maybe I’m standing too far away, just a tiny step forward. Wait, take a step back kind of like you lost your balance and then go forward. Oh sorry bout that, like I said earlier, my balance goes on me the later I’m out. Come on, I’m standing right here and I just want my hug. Just give me the hug and I’ll be on my way. It’s a courtesy hug, everyone gives hugs at the end of the date. Even if you don’t like the person you give them a hug right?
Julia: I’m paralyzed. This guy has cast a spell on me. Oh its all coming so fast now. If he puts his one hand on my lower back and the other in my hair that would be so Patrick Swazy- Be my CHIP n DALE. Easy on your feet there, you’d think we were out drinking or something. If you were a drink I would’ve downed you by now.
Ben: Right. Um…Well, she’s not gonna give you a hug. Maybe if you open up your arms she’ll take the hint.
Julia: So, you…Why are his arms open and now folded. He took a step back. Maybe he doesn’t want to kiss me. Is it cuz I look like a prude? I don’t want to be a slut…he’s hot though and I could be a little tease for one night. Hey we all need confidence boosts. My mom told me if I wanted the guys to go out with me I needed to put on a tight sweater and so I did that tonight. Maybe I should come on to him.
Ben: Huh, what? This is taking forever. Forget it you can get a hug from someone else some other time. You’re just a little depressed because this isn’t like high-school. You don’t have a wingman and people haven’t heard of your legend yet. Why is she looking at me like that? Is she feeling sick to her stomach? She did down that slurpee really fast.
Julia: When are we going out again? There I said it, oh my gosh, already setting up the next date- Yeah!
Ben: Shi-oot…oh man what do I say (opens arms and closes them multiple times while saying) Um…well…uh…thee…it…oh…we…There is no way in hell I am going out with her again, I just wanted my hug and she wanted another date? Come on, lets at least be professional here.
Julia: Why does he keep opening and closing his arms like that? Is he pitting out? Is he getting ready for take-off. Poor guy is nervous, he’s stuttering. He hasn’t stuttered this whole night. No-way he’s into me! And…be gentle with the guy he’s trying to express himself.
Ben: And…you jerk why would you put a guy through this. If I just close my eyes and imagine she’s an attractive woman maybe it will be so. NO, you cant do that. One day the spell will ware off and you’ll wake up in bed with her and a kid in a crib and say to yourself- what have I done? Just walk away my man, there will be other ladies. Be gentle though, she doesn’t know what you’re thinking. Um…yeah I’ll call- sometime. Keep it vague, real vague. Thanks.
Julia: Thanks.
Ben: I’m going to walk away, great, a girl that was into me and didn’t even make a move. At least the psychos would give me a hug. Bye. Psychos may be stupid but they are affectionate.
Julia: Oh so close. I just need to think it harder next time. Maybe if I stare at him as he walks away it’ll get into his brain for the next time we go out. Bye. Hello date number two.
Ben: Man, finding a parking spot around your place is almost impossible.
Julia: I know. You should see it during the fall time when everyone comes back to school…
Ben finds a parking spot and both Ben and Julia exit the car. They start the walk back to Julia’s place.
Ben: Yeah, I can only imagine this place is swarming with students during the fall. (Inner monologue) How is this drop-off going to work? We’ve only been out once so will she give me a hug? I don’t even want to go on a second date with her but I would like to be hugged. She did like me after all. She laughed at everything I had to say tonight. If only I were physically attracted. Call me shallow, its what I am.
Julia: It’s too bad they miss out on the pool and all during the fall. I’m lucky I get to have it all to myself. (Inner monologue) I wonder if I invited him to go swimming right now if he’d do it with me. There is no one in there. Maybe if I think it hard enough he will somehow say it. I was reading about that today how positive thinking brings things about- it was in women’s health, Teen 17, Vogue and on Oprah. It must be true- Oh he’s gonna say something, I need to listen to what he’s saying.
Ben: Swimming’s fun; especially when its so dang hot out. (Inner monologue) Why cant I just be physically attracted to this girl. She is normal, which is saying something considering all the psychos I’ve taken out recently. At least I did some things I enjoyed tonight. I got a slurpee, I listened to some acoustic guitars, and was able to laugh…if she doesn’t give me a hug that’d just suck. Why cant you just like her?
Julia: (Inner monologue) What did he say? I was totally checking him out. He’s working it all tonight and he keeps smiling- say something you idiot show that you were listening. Mmmh, I just love that smell, that laundry room smell.
Ben and Julia walk by the apartments laundry mat that is open.
Julia: It just smells like laundry. Moron.
Ben: That it does. Where did that come from. Just smile and nod your head, yeah that’s right, nod your head and the awkwardness will just disappear. Ok up these steps and then the big finale so I might as well start into the routine. Hey, thanks for going out with me tonight. Wait now for her to decide whether to give you the hug. If you go for it then she’ll think you’re interested but if you sit back and wait then it will all be her blame if she wants to complain about it all later to her girlfriends…I want to be hugged, I want to feel important. Shoot I haven’t even kissed a girl in years, a hug would be some encouragement. I’m tired of the laughs I really am. Great I can get a girl to laugh but they’re cheep laughs. They’re the type of laughs you can get out of your niece or nephew.
Julia: Yeah no problem it was awesome. Ok don’t come on too strong- wait, what is he waiting for? He’s just standing there. Is he going to kiss me? It is just the first date after all- oh who are you kidding if he gave the green light you’d definitely kiss him. Maybe Oprah was right, positive thinking really works- come closer you.
Ben: Maybe I’m standing too far away, just a tiny step forward. Wait, take a step back kind of like you lost your balance and then go forward. Oh sorry bout that, like I said earlier, my balance goes on me the later I’m out. Come on, I’m standing right here and I just want my hug. Just give me the hug and I’ll be on my way. It’s a courtesy hug, everyone gives hugs at the end of the date. Even if you don’t like the person you give them a hug right?
Julia: I’m paralyzed. This guy has cast a spell on me. Oh its all coming so fast now. If he puts his one hand on my lower back and the other in my hair that would be so Patrick Swazy- Be my CHIP n DALE. Easy on your feet there, you’d think we were out drinking or something. If you were a drink I would’ve downed you by now.
Ben: Right. Um…Well, she’s not gonna give you a hug. Maybe if you open up your arms she’ll take the hint.
Julia: So, you…Why are his arms open and now folded. He took a step back. Maybe he doesn’t want to kiss me. Is it cuz I look like a prude? I don’t want to be a slut…he’s hot though and I could be a little tease for one night. Hey we all need confidence boosts. My mom told me if I wanted the guys to go out with me I needed to put on a tight sweater and so I did that tonight. Maybe I should come on to him.
Ben: Huh, what? This is taking forever. Forget it you can get a hug from someone else some other time. You’re just a little depressed because this isn’t like high-school. You don’t have a wingman and people haven’t heard of your legend yet. Why is she looking at me like that? Is she feeling sick to her stomach? She did down that slurpee really fast.
Julia: When are we going out again? There I said it, oh my gosh, already setting up the next date- Yeah!
Ben: Shi-oot…oh man what do I say (opens arms and closes them multiple times while saying) Um…well…uh…thee…it…oh…we…There is no way in hell I am going out with her again, I just wanted my hug and she wanted another date? Come on, lets at least be professional here.
Julia: Why does he keep opening and closing his arms like that? Is he pitting out? Is he getting ready for take-off. Poor guy is nervous, he’s stuttering. He hasn’t stuttered this whole night. No-way he’s into me! And…be gentle with the guy he’s trying to express himself.
Ben: And…you jerk why would you put a guy through this. If I just close my eyes and imagine she’s an attractive woman maybe it will be so. NO, you cant do that. One day the spell will ware off and you’ll wake up in bed with her and a kid in a crib and say to yourself- what have I done? Just walk away my man, there will be other ladies. Be gentle though, she doesn’t know what you’re thinking. Um…yeah I’ll call- sometime. Keep it vague, real vague. Thanks.
Julia: Thanks.
Ben: I’m going to walk away, great, a girl that was into me and didn’t even make a move. At least the psychos would give me a hug. Bye. Psychos may be stupid but they are affectionate.
Julia: Oh so close. I just need to think it harder next time. Maybe if I stare at him as he walks away it’ll get into his brain for the next time we go out. Bye. Hello date number two.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
A Typical Work Day
Two friends working on fixing up a bathroom discuss all that any men discuss- the deeper things of life. Such moments span the millennia and will never cease to be so long as their counterparts continue as they always have; namely to be women, or a mystery. This mystery brings about varied discussions and experiences.
Joe: You ever notice how when you like someone sometimes you ignore them on purpose- at least at first. Why is that?
Henry: I don’t know. I guess it’s because there’s so much at stake. You like em’ you wanna make a good impression and so you don’t talk to em’ because it’s a defense mechanism.
Joe: That makes sense. There’s this girl I knew once, lovely as could be but I could never bring myself to talk or look at her. She was amazing. Guys were on her like bees to honey, all wanting some nectar.
Henry: Yeah… but to her they were like a buger in her hand that she just couldn’t shake.
Joe: Exactly. I didn’t talk to her, hit on her or nothing. I guess I was hoping that somehow she’d notice me.
Henry: Oh I’m sure she noticed you. Can you hand me the sledge?
Joe: How do you know?
Henry: She probably wanted you to talk to her- everyone else was trying too hard and you- you didn’t try at all. You were a mystery to her.
Joe: Maybe, I dunno. All I know is she was something and I did nothing. I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Who knows maybe she would’ve ended up being some type of crazy once you had her alone.
Henry (hammering): No, crazies come to me; I have some untold power of attracting all sorts of nutters.
Joe: Oh yeah?
Henry: You have no idea. For example, I’ll use the last girl I was attracted to. We were off then on, more off than on and we were flirting like usual. So I say to her, ‘well, I’m just gonna go ahead and kiss you now.’ She turns white as a ghost and floats towards the kitchen as she says to me, “Can you hold on a second.” I’m fine with that and wondering why she’s going to the kitchen. Was I too forward? Was she going to get a knife and ask me to leave?
Joe: Well what happened?
Henry: She went strait to the sink…and started blowing chunks.
Joe (laughing): You gotta be kidding me?
Henry: How I wish I was, but no. She goes on and vomits real nice and good. She comes back to me, apologizes and gives me five hugs or so. Part of me thought, “Well you could still kisser.”
Joe: Gross.
Henry: But the better part of me said, ‘that’s kinda sick.' So I said to her, ‘Well that moment kinda got shot in the face…like when Bambi’s Mom died, so I’m gonna go head home.' I left somewhat pissed but laughed it off later.
Joe: That sucks for you but man that’s funny. So have you since tried to kiss her?
Henry: No, I figured it was divine intervention. I was not meant to kiss that woman.
Joe: well at least you didn’t start kissing her and then have her throw-up on you.
Henry: Right, that’s what everyone tells me. I figure the next worse thing that could happen to me is to have a girl crap her pants by having her just make eye contact with me (Henry acts out the situation) She’d be like, ‘I don’t know what it was but the sight of you just made me lose all control over myself.’ (Henry acts like a fat lady with hands out to either side waddling about) (Laughs) Man if I didn’t laugh I’d cry.
Joe: I guess that’s better than having some girl that’s clingy.
Henry: Oh man I’d take clingy any day- you wanna give me a washer?
Joe: No you don’t. There was this girl I was with who I didn’t know all that well but we started kinda hanging out a lot. So I take her out maybe once or twice and then the summers approaching. She comes up and starts talking to me about how she’ll be heading home for the summer. She starts talking about how it’s hard to do long distance but she wants to try. She says that it’s something that we’ll work through and I’m thinking, ‘we’ve just been hanging out, we’ve not done anything like holding hands, kissing or anything.’ Here she is acting like we’ve been all hot and bothered with each other for quiet some time.
Henry: Whatchew do?
Joe: I told her that I didn’t think we were even dating and she goes on to say, ‘Why did it take you so long to realize I meant so little to you?’
Henry: Ouch man.
Joe: I had only known her for like a week and a half.
Henry: Her question wasn’t a question but a statement- she was sending you a message.
Joe: Yeah the message was, “I’m a psycho, RUN!”
Henry: Well here’s one for yah- I had to get all dressed up for a weeding of a friend of mine. I get done with the wedding and run over to my youngest brother’s piano recital. I didn’t want to go but I was supposed to give him a ride home from it. So I show up and this little old lady comes and plots herself down beside me. The recital starts. I’m allergic to cats and the place that this recital is at has had a cat in there and so my eyes start watering and my nose starts running like a facet.
Joe: Yeah.
Henry: My bro gets up and plays and by the end I’m scratching my eyes and it looks like I’m balling. He’s the last one and he played ‘Moonlight Sinada” and everyone stood to applaud. After that the little old lady says, ‘Who were you here for?’ I tell her, ‘For the one that just played, he’s my brother.’ She’s quiet for a second then says to me, ‘Can I talk to you for a second?’ The people are filing out and I’m like, ‘Sure.’ So she starts talking and says, ‘Now you’re just gonna think I’m a crazy old lady.’ A part of me was thinking, ‘Yeah’ but I said, ‘Oh no, not at all, what do you wan to say?’ She proceeds to tell me, ‘Well I just got this really good feeling about you while we were sitting through the recital. I said to myself, here’s a handsome young man all dressed up here to support someone in his family and he has such a tender heart.’
Joe: Did you tell her about the allergies?
Henry: I was gonna but she just kept on talking. She then asked, ‘And so I said to myself, I wonder if he’s seeing anyone.’
Joe: No way! Granny was hitting on you- (singing) to grandmother’s house we go- alright.
Henry: No, I wish. I tell her I’m not seeing anyone and then she says, ‘Well because I have this granddaughter that needs a man like you. Would you mind taking her out on a date?’
Joe (singing): Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch.
Henry: Exactly.
Joe: So how’d it go?
Henry: I only took her out once; she was super cool, great personality, but…
Joe: But what?
Henry: She was three hundred pounds and one foot too tall for me.
Joe (laughs): Oh man.
Henry: The thing of it is I don’t understand how tiny granny’s grandkid was ginormified… (To himself he stares off in the distance and says) Those jeans must have come from her daddy.
Joe: You think her ancestry was Viking, like from one of the Nordic countries?
Henry: No I literally mean I think the jeans she was wearing were her dads- they had the name Frank written on the back pocket.
Joe: So you think had she just been shrunken down a bit it would’ve worked out between the two of you?
Henry: Well the only other problem besides being Paul Bunion’s twin sister separated at birth was the fact that she had a tramp stamp.
Joe: Tramp stamp?
Henry: Yeah you know, one of them tattoos like a bumper sticker hanging over her crack.
Joe: Yeah that's a definite deal breaker.
Henry: Whatever happened to the classic beauty- you know?
Joe: I have no idea.
Henry: I just wish she wasn’t so big- looks like we have ourselves a stripped screw on this sink.
Joe: I feel bad for the bigger girls. I feel bad for most girls in general. I’ve been heading over to this place downtown on Wednesday nights to do country swing dancing and there’s always more girls than guys. These women do their darndest to dapper themselves up and they all head out together and they’re excited and then they arrive only to find a few handfuls of guys.
Henry: Yep that’s exactly how it is.
Joe: And then when I wanna go over and ask one of them to dance I’m shooting in the dark hoping for a miracle. If the girl I choose the first time around isn’t into me then all those other girls will know they were second or third choice behind Janice or Susan.
Henry: You know that the rest of the girls will be bickering at each other for the rest to the night.
Joe: Oh I know they’ll just stand there as I walk off to dance with their friend and then they’ll verbally burn her in a fire. I can just hear it, ‘Why do they guys always ask Susan?’ ‘She’s such a slut.’ ‘The only reason they like her is cuz she’s small and blond. Guys don’t like taller brunets. ‘If he only knew what she was really like- oh he wouldn’t even try.’
Henry: Girls are viscous with each other. Can you hand me the pliers?
Joe: Here. Guys are simple to read, not complicated at all.
Henry: That’s an understatement.
Joe: If girls want to look into a guys head all they have to do is go to the local library and read ‘Green eggs and Ham’ by the rhyme-master Doctor Seuss. Guys either like something or they don’t. Every once in awhile they’ll try something they didn’t think they’d like and they’ll change their mind but in all reality ask them what they want and they’ll tell you.
Henry: And after they read that they should go on to Doctor Seuss' "Hop on Pop."
Joe: You ever notice how when you like someone sometimes you ignore them on purpose- at least at first. Why is that?
Henry: I don’t know. I guess it’s because there’s so much at stake. You like em’ you wanna make a good impression and so you don’t talk to em’ because it’s a defense mechanism.
Joe: That makes sense. There’s this girl I knew once, lovely as could be but I could never bring myself to talk or look at her. She was amazing. Guys were on her like bees to honey, all wanting some nectar.
Henry: Yeah… but to her they were like a buger in her hand that she just couldn’t shake.
Joe: Exactly. I didn’t talk to her, hit on her or nothing. I guess I was hoping that somehow she’d notice me.
Henry: Oh I’m sure she noticed you. Can you hand me the sledge?
Joe: How do you know?
Henry: She probably wanted you to talk to her- everyone else was trying too hard and you- you didn’t try at all. You were a mystery to her.
Joe: Maybe, I dunno. All I know is she was something and I did nothing. I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Who knows maybe she would’ve ended up being some type of crazy once you had her alone.
Henry (hammering): No, crazies come to me; I have some untold power of attracting all sorts of nutters.
Joe: Oh yeah?
Henry: You have no idea. For example, I’ll use the last girl I was attracted to. We were off then on, more off than on and we were flirting like usual. So I say to her, ‘well, I’m just gonna go ahead and kiss you now.’ She turns white as a ghost and floats towards the kitchen as she says to me, “Can you hold on a second.” I’m fine with that and wondering why she’s going to the kitchen. Was I too forward? Was she going to get a knife and ask me to leave?
Joe: Well what happened?
Henry: She went strait to the sink…and started blowing chunks.
Joe (laughing): You gotta be kidding me?
Henry: How I wish I was, but no. She goes on and vomits real nice and good. She comes back to me, apologizes and gives me five hugs or so. Part of me thought, “Well you could still kisser.”
Joe: Gross.
Henry: But the better part of me said, ‘that’s kinda sick.' So I said to her, ‘Well that moment kinda got shot in the face…like when Bambi’s Mom died, so I’m gonna go head home.' I left somewhat pissed but laughed it off later.
Joe: That sucks for you but man that’s funny. So have you since tried to kiss her?
Henry: No, I figured it was divine intervention. I was not meant to kiss that woman.
Joe: well at least you didn’t start kissing her and then have her throw-up on you.
Henry: Right, that’s what everyone tells me. I figure the next worse thing that could happen to me is to have a girl crap her pants by having her just make eye contact with me (Henry acts out the situation) She’d be like, ‘I don’t know what it was but the sight of you just made me lose all control over myself.’ (Henry acts like a fat lady with hands out to either side waddling about) (Laughs) Man if I didn’t laugh I’d cry.
Joe: I guess that’s better than having some girl that’s clingy.
Henry: Oh man I’d take clingy any day- you wanna give me a washer?
Joe: No you don’t. There was this girl I was with who I didn’t know all that well but we started kinda hanging out a lot. So I take her out maybe once or twice and then the summers approaching. She comes up and starts talking to me about how she’ll be heading home for the summer. She starts talking about how it’s hard to do long distance but she wants to try. She says that it’s something that we’ll work through and I’m thinking, ‘we’ve just been hanging out, we’ve not done anything like holding hands, kissing or anything.’ Here she is acting like we’ve been all hot and bothered with each other for quiet some time.
Henry: Whatchew do?
Joe: I told her that I didn’t think we were even dating and she goes on to say, ‘Why did it take you so long to realize I meant so little to you?’
Henry: Ouch man.
Joe: I had only known her for like a week and a half.
Henry: Her question wasn’t a question but a statement- she was sending you a message.
Joe: Yeah the message was, “I’m a psycho, RUN!”
Henry: Well here’s one for yah- I had to get all dressed up for a weeding of a friend of mine. I get done with the wedding and run over to my youngest brother’s piano recital. I didn’t want to go but I was supposed to give him a ride home from it. So I show up and this little old lady comes and plots herself down beside me. The recital starts. I’m allergic to cats and the place that this recital is at has had a cat in there and so my eyes start watering and my nose starts running like a facet.
Joe: Yeah.
Henry: My bro gets up and plays and by the end I’m scratching my eyes and it looks like I’m balling. He’s the last one and he played ‘Moonlight Sinada” and everyone stood to applaud. After that the little old lady says, ‘Who were you here for?’ I tell her, ‘For the one that just played, he’s my brother.’ She’s quiet for a second then says to me, ‘Can I talk to you for a second?’ The people are filing out and I’m like, ‘Sure.’ So she starts talking and says, ‘Now you’re just gonna think I’m a crazy old lady.’ A part of me was thinking, ‘Yeah’ but I said, ‘Oh no, not at all, what do you wan to say?’ She proceeds to tell me, ‘Well I just got this really good feeling about you while we were sitting through the recital. I said to myself, here’s a handsome young man all dressed up here to support someone in his family and he has such a tender heart.’
Joe: Did you tell her about the allergies?
Henry: I was gonna but she just kept on talking. She then asked, ‘And so I said to myself, I wonder if he’s seeing anyone.’
Joe: No way! Granny was hitting on you- (singing) to grandmother’s house we go- alright.
Henry: No, I wish. I tell her I’m not seeing anyone and then she says, ‘Well because I have this granddaughter that needs a man like you. Would you mind taking her out on a date?’
Joe (singing): Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch.
Henry: Exactly.
Joe: So how’d it go?
Henry: I only took her out once; she was super cool, great personality, but…
Joe: But what?
Henry: She was three hundred pounds and one foot too tall for me.
Joe (laughs): Oh man.
Henry: The thing of it is I don’t understand how tiny granny’s grandkid was ginormified… (To himself he stares off in the distance and says) Those jeans must have come from her daddy.
Joe: You think her ancestry was Viking, like from one of the Nordic countries?
Henry: No I literally mean I think the jeans she was wearing were her dads- they had the name Frank written on the back pocket.
Joe: So you think had she just been shrunken down a bit it would’ve worked out between the two of you?
Henry: Well the only other problem besides being Paul Bunion’s twin sister separated at birth was the fact that she had a tramp stamp.
Joe: Tramp stamp?
Henry: Yeah you know, one of them tattoos like a bumper sticker hanging over her crack.
Joe: Yeah that's a definite deal breaker.
Henry: Whatever happened to the classic beauty- you know?
Joe: I have no idea.
Henry: I just wish she wasn’t so big- looks like we have ourselves a stripped screw on this sink.
Joe: I feel bad for the bigger girls. I feel bad for most girls in general. I’ve been heading over to this place downtown on Wednesday nights to do country swing dancing and there’s always more girls than guys. These women do their darndest to dapper themselves up and they all head out together and they’re excited and then they arrive only to find a few handfuls of guys.
Henry: Yep that’s exactly how it is.
Joe: And then when I wanna go over and ask one of them to dance I’m shooting in the dark hoping for a miracle. If the girl I choose the first time around isn’t into me then all those other girls will know they were second or third choice behind Janice or Susan.
Henry: You know that the rest of the girls will be bickering at each other for the rest to the night.
Joe: Oh I know they’ll just stand there as I walk off to dance with their friend and then they’ll verbally burn her in a fire. I can just hear it, ‘Why do they guys always ask Susan?’ ‘She’s such a slut.’ ‘The only reason they like her is cuz she’s small and blond. Guys don’t like taller brunets. ‘If he only knew what she was really like- oh he wouldn’t even try.’
Henry: Girls are viscous with each other. Can you hand me the pliers?
Joe: Here. Guys are simple to read, not complicated at all.
Henry: That’s an understatement.
Joe: If girls want to look into a guys head all they have to do is go to the local library and read ‘Green eggs and Ham’ by the rhyme-master Doctor Seuss. Guys either like something or they don’t. Every once in awhile they’ll try something they didn’t think they’d like and they’ll change their mind but in all reality ask them what they want and they’ll tell you.
Henry: And after they read that they should go on to Doctor Seuss' "Hop on Pop."
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Jack Peterson
I met a man this morning
I had finished my run
And walked in quietly to sit in the hot tub
In the pool beside me there was a single old man
Standing alone with floaties on either side
He spoke out to me as I let my legs rest
‘I just gotta tell you this one thing real quick’
This was his favorite line
He repeated it often after every last second tale
His hair was slicked back but his words shot forward
‘Its all about desire’ he said with regard to his son
‘Phillip was a great athlete, he could compete’
His son was something else to watch
‘You need to want to beat people’ he remarked
As he floated and bobbed about I saw something
His face looked like Thomas Monson’s
His words weren’t as elegant as his but his spirit the same
Jack Peterson may have been floating with an old body
But he believed his spirit was soaring
‘Its nice to look back’ he said more than once
‘But you gotta look forward’ came just as often
‘If you can learn from the past that’s the trick’
Life’s lessons from an old man floating about
We were in two pools, his large and mine small
I asked him where he was from he said Arizona
‘Gotta get out of the heat for the summer’
This was his reasoning for travelling up
When asked where I was from I told him Spokane
He had some family up there once, they went lived and died there
Jack had never been to Spokane, ‘pretty cool up there?’
‘Yeah I guess’
My water was hot, his was cold
I was young and he was old
I had come to the frying pan and he had left it
He guessed my age at twenty four
I told him it was twenty two
He said he began loosing his hair at the same age
At his reunions he couldn’t recognize anyone because of the ageing process
‘You gotta take care of yourself, listen to your body’
Wisdom from a man floating about, ‘things change’ he said
‘Some people have high pain thresholds
That saying, no pain no gain is a bunch of garbage
You gotta respect what you’re feeling.’
I nodded and agreed with a smile
‘Last thing, you gotta have fire in the belly.’
Silence ensued, he floated and bobbed about
I touched my soar knees and decided it was time to stop sweating
I had much to do and little time to do it
My body may have been saying one thing
My mind another
My heart as well had some input
And it was time for me to leave Jack
We said goodbye and I hobbled back to my apartment
I had finished my run
And walked in quietly to sit in the hot tub
In the pool beside me there was a single old man
Standing alone with floaties on either side
He spoke out to me as I let my legs rest
‘I just gotta tell you this one thing real quick’
This was his favorite line
He repeated it often after every last second tale
His hair was slicked back but his words shot forward
‘Its all about desire’ he said with regard to his son
‘Phillip was a great athlete, he could compete’
His son was something else to watch
‘You need to want to beat people’ he remarked
As he floated and bobbed about I saw something
His face looked like Thomas Monson’s
His words weren’t as elegant as his but his spirit the same
Jack Peterson may have been floating with an old body
But he believed his spirit was soaring
‘Its nice to look back’ he said more than once
‘But you gotta look forward’ came just as often
‘If you can learn from the past that’s the trick’
Life’s lessons from an old man floating about
We were in two pools, his large and mine small
I asked him where he was from he said Arizona
‘Gotta get out of the heat for the summer’
This was his reasoning for travelling up
When asked where I was from I told him Spokane
He had some family up there once, they went lived and died there
Jack had never been to Spokane, ‘pretty cool up there?’
‘Yeah I guess’
My water was hot, his was cold
I was young and he was old
I had come to the frying pan and he had left it
He guessed my age at twenty four
I told him it was twenty two
He said he began loosing his hair at the same age
At his reunions he couldn’t recognize anyone because of the ageing process
‘You gotta take care of yourself, listen to your body’
Wisdom from a man floating about, ‘things change’ he said
‘Some people have high pain thresholds
That saying, no pain no gain is a bunch of garbage
You gotta respect what you’re feeling.’
I nodded and agreed with a smile
‘Last thing, you gotta have fire in the belly.’
Silence ensued, he floated and bobbed about
I touched my soar knees and decided it was time to stop sweating
I had much to do and little time to do it
My body may have been saying one thing
My mind another
My heart as well had some input
And it was time for me to leave Jack
We said goodbye and I hobbled back to my apartment
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Skipping School: A Short Story
Three young high school aged kids, when given free time, boredom, and an automobile will do most anything without thinking it through. They themselves believe they are geniuses without parallel. Hatching schemes isn’t a problem but a challenge to be met. They’re tossing the universe about with each decision they make.
(Classroom)
Perry: Pss- Tom.
Tom: What?
Perry: Dude lets just skip sixth period.
Tom (apprehensive): Oh I don’t know.
Perry: Man what-er you gonna be missing?
Tom: Nothing.
Perry: Exactly, nothing. So, instead of doing nothing lets do something.
Tom: Well what are we going to do anyway?
Perry: I don’t know we’ll figure out something…Hey Kate.
Kate: What?
Perry: You wanna skip sixth with me?
Kate: No.
Perry: How about with me and Tom?
Kate: Ok.
Perry: Alright, think of something we can do…Tom.
Tom: What?
Perry: Hey I got Kate to skip with me for sixth period- you can come if you want.
Tom looks at Kate.
Perry: You know you want to- its gonna be fun…You’ll thank me later, you know you will, you always do-
Tom: Fine, I’ll go. But what are we doing?
Perry: Dude don’t worry about it- I’ll figure something out.
Fifth period came to a close and all three walked out of the classroom and slipped out to the parking lot with looks of guilt all about their walk and talk. They met up outside of Tom’s car.
Perry: Ha! All those suckas going to sixth while we’re gonna party.
Tom: Where’s the party?
Kate: Yeah what are we going to do Perry?
Perry: I don’t know what do you guys wan to do?
Tom: I thought you said you had a plan?
Perry: Well it hasn’t come to me yet.
Tom: You’re going to get me into trouble.
Perry: Just chillax man, you can’t fight genius.
Kate: What does that even mean?
Perry: Well Kate, I’m a genius filled with genius like thoughts and words which should not be trifled with. It’s a process that lesser minds can not comprehend.
Kate: Right…Genius…what’s your GPA again?
Perry: Grades? GPA? Do you even know what that stands for?
Tom and Kate: Grade Point Average.
Perry: Wrong. It stands for Getting Punked Again. It’s just another way for the man to stick it to you and keep you crossing labor fields looking for some illusive orange carrot that’s on a string and out of your reach.
Tom: You’re ridiculous.
Perry: Whatever.
(Pause)
Kate: So what are we going to do?
Tom: Yeah, Perry this was your idea, what you got Mr. Genius?
Perry: Like I said you can’t rush these things. Do you tell an egg to hatch before its ready? No. I’m in my egg right now with my embryo (touches Kate) and my protein source (touches Tom) and the heat source of the day that’s coming down- HIDE!
All three duck behind cars to escape the school’s monitor who’s out making his rounds. The hall monitor passes and the three arise from their hiding places.
Tom: We got so lucky.
Kate: That was close.
Perry: Even had Mr. Morrison come by we could just have told him we are seniors and we don’t have a sixth period. It wasn’t close, I was one step ahead.
Tom: One step ahead right?
Perry: Right.
Tom: Ok, then I have a question for you.
Perry: Good cuz I have an answer for ya.
Tom: Being as how we’re not in our sixth period class and attendance is taken every hour and if we miss class they call home, how do you suppose we explain being absent to our parents?
Perry: Tommy, Tommy, Tommy you thought I’d forgotten about that but actually I brought the solution (points to Kate) to the problem with us.
Kate: I’m the solution?
Perry: Precisely. You’re my Mom. You’re in fact all our Moms. You call in and excuse beforehand and that phone call will never reach our parents.
Tom: They’re gonna know its bogus Perry.
Perry: No they’re not- trust me.
Kate (speaking to Tom): You got any other idea?
Kate pulls out her cell phone and calls the school- all await in silence but with excitement, thinking they’re beating the system.
Kate: The office didn’t pick up they’re putting me on an answering machine.
Perry: Perfect!
Tom: Shh.
Kate: Hello this is Thomas McCoy’s mother calling in to excuse him from his sixth period class today. He wasn’t feeling well and came home early. If you have any questions just give me a call at (looks to Tom for home phone number)
Tom (whispers): 448-1753
Kate: 448-1753 (closes phone).
Perry: Nice work.
Kate: It wasn’t too hard.
Perry: Called him Thomas that was a nice touch. Alright call me in now Mom.
Kate acts like she’s dialing.
Kate: Message machine again…Yes this is Perry Tippets mother calling to excuse my son for not being in his sixth period class. His diaper rash has been acting up again (Perry gets look of death on his face and mouths ‘I will kill you.’ Meanwhile Tom tries to keep from laughing) and his prescription just came in this afternoon and so he’s now just resting himself gingerly on his bed. If you need anything just give me a call- Perry I told you to sit down, put your pants on first, you’re so helpless sometimes- gotta go, bye (closes phone).
Perry: I can’t believe you! Of all the excuses that’s the least believable.
Kate: I know.
Tom: Ah that was classic.
Perry: how could you?
Kate: I didn’t, I hit cancel instead of send. I just wanted to see how you’d react.
Tom laughs.
Perry: Ok Kate very funny, for reals this time.
Kate dials and hits send.
Kate: Yes I’d like to excuse my son Perry Tippetts for missing his sixth period class today he was at a dental appointment. It was his first time having a filling and they ran out of novocain. If you have any questions just give me a call, I’m sure you have my number.
Perry: Better.
Tom: I don’t know, I kinda liked the diaper rash story.
Kate: while I call to excuse myself you (speaking to Perry) come up with an idea.
Perry: She says it with such authority.
Kate: I’m your mother remember, so just do it.
Perry: I’d never thought of my mom in the same light that I look at you…I’ve never been so attracted to my Mom in all my life.
Tom (laughs): You’re sick Perry.
Perry: What? You know you were thinking the same thing.
Kate (annoyed): Yes I’m calling to excuse my daughter Katherine Rumsey from her sixth period class. Her Aunt Flow made an unexpected visit so she left school with her. If you have any questions give me a call at 536-7861.
Tom: Do you really have an Aunt named Flow?
Kate (laughs): You’re so slow…so pure (sincere).
Perry: She doesn’t have any Aunt Flow, she told em she was on her period.
Tom: Gross.
Kate to Perry: How’d you know that?
Perry: You can’t fight genius- remember? I got sisters.
Tom: They talked to you about that?
Perry: NO my family always spoke in code. I learned to read by them spelling things out when they didn’t want me to know what they were really saying. As time went on I told them they couldn’t trick me with that W-E-A-K space S-A-U-C-E. Then they started speaking in a different code and I had to learn how to make associations. Aunt Flow, Riding the tide, and Elmo in a Blender all meant they were on their period.
Tom: Ew Perry, that’s sick.
Kate: Perry we got the point.
Perry: Oh sure, feel sorry for the ‘slow…so innocent, so pure’ one but the man that’s been bloodied in battle you ignore. You know what it feels like to think you have family that never visits you? Or to think your sisters all get to go river rafting and you don’t?...Don’t even get me started on Elmo. I thought he died countless times. I began to think he was part cat cuz each time I watched Sesame Street he’d still be there. He had more than nine lives.
Tome: Are you serious?
Perry: I secretly thought cookie monster had it out for him. Everyone wanting to tickle Elmo. He was getting too popular. Cookie Monster was a monster with those crazy eyes.
Kate: Wow sad day.
Pause
Tom: So what are we going to do?
Perry: We could go and get a slurpee and then head to the park to play on the swings.
Tom: I don’t have any money.
Perry: Yeah neither do I.
Kate: How much do slurpees cost?
Tom: Like a buck fifty- you gonna cover us on this one?
Kate: If you drive.
Perry: See, slurpees and swings for free, I’m a genius. I’m starting to hatch from my egg (acts it out) oh the lights so bright.
While Perry thought he was puncturing through to a higher level and a freer world with Kate and Tom- Tom wondered where he stood with Kate. Kate meanwhile hadn’t made up her mind. She was smart and wasn’t sure if shed let herself be attracted to these boys. After purchasing their slurpees from Raj at 7-11 the three strolled over to the local park and sat on swings with dark clouds approaching off in the distance.
Tom: I just don’t understand girls or I just haven’t realized there’s nothing to understand about girls.
Kate: Well-
Perry: Kate, I got this one. You see Tom women are a sensitive and strange species.
Kate: This’ll be rich.
Perry: Kate if you’d just keep quiet you may learn something here. You interrupted my train of thought- women; right. They want many things, many things at the same time- even conflicting things that don’t make sense- they want that too. Instead of talking about what women want its important to note what they’re attracted to. All sorts of women want all sorts of things depending upon a whole host of factors but what women are attracted to never changes.
Tom: What are they attracted to?
Kate (sarcastically): Yes, tell us, what are women attracted to?
Perry: Women are attracted to confidence and iniative. They want a man who knows who he is, what he wants, and who will take steps to get there.
Tom (to Kate): Was he right?
Kate: Partially.
Perry: Kate can’t fight the fact she’s obviously attracted to me.
Kate laughs rolling on the ground.
Perry (turns to Tom): Tom she can’t contain the joy she feels when she’s around me. Look its just pouring out of her.
Tom (playing along): Yep she’s down for the count. She saw you take initiative at the end of fifth.
Perry: That’s a given.
Tom: And she saw the confidence in your eyes as you asked in a hushed voice of secret passion, “Will you…skip sixth with me?”
Perry: My sweet, sweet Tommy you’re getting it. You’re seeing the light catching the vision.
Tom: It’s just too bad for her you have absolutely no interest in her.
Perry: I know and neither do you. Too bad for you Kate the two coolest guys just don’t look at you in that way.
Kate (sarcastically): I’m heartbroken.
Pause
Tom: This slurpee is so good.
Perry: I know- it goes down easy every time.
Kate: You guys are so ridiculous.
Tom: Ridiculously awesome.
Kate: you’re close to the truth but so far away at the same time.
Perry: If you want to talk to us about girls go ahead but it’d be about the same as talking to Van goh about his paint brushes.
Kate: Oh now the genius is a painter.
Perry: I’m an artist.
Kate: Right, sure, ok Van Gogh. Really, I think- are you ready for this?
Perry: Can’t wait.
Tom: Go for it.
Kate: Guys and girls are like swings.
Perry (sarcastically): Profound.
Tom (sarcastically): Bravo, say it again.
Perry: We’re like swings.
Tom: Even better the second time.
Perry: I got chills when I said it…but I think that came from my slurpee.
Kate (disgruntled): Fine.
Tom: Come on Kate we’re just razzing you- out with your theory.
Kate: No.
Perry: Fine, I’ll just have to expound it for you. You see Tom guys are like swings and girls come and sit on them and get them all bent out of shape. Originally all swings had a flat bottom but girls over time broke the seats just like they break a man’s will…ok that was stupid of me- Kate we’re ready to listen.
Kate keeps quiet.
Tom: We were wrong to have interrupted and we’d like to hear what you have to say.
Perry: For reals Kate, he’s telling the truth.
Kate lets the silence continue a bit more.
Kate: As long as you acknowledge that.
Perry: See right there she broke our will so she can sit on us now and rule with an iron fist…ok now I’m done.
Kate: guys and girls are like swings. What fun is a swing all by itself?
Tom: Not any fun.
Kate: You could sit on a swing for forever and go nowhere and most people do. Most people wait for someone else to come by and I guess some people will always wait. What guys and girls both need every now and again is for someone to come by and push them, make them move by making a move.
Perry: Tommy I think its time you took a walk for awhile and let me and Kate have some alone time, some grown up talk and time to test out this make a move theory.
Tom (laughs): Look at this guy; he’s a swinger alright, swinging for the fences.
Kate: Seriously though people are waiting for someone to come by and make a move. Too often there are two people each saying to themselves, “I wont do anything till they do something.” And so they just wait (Kate takes a drag on her slurpee).
Tom: So someone needs to (gets off his swing and gives her a push) make a move.
Kate: Yeah, you just need to put forth an effort.
Perry: But how do you know if a girl’s digging you?
Kate: She’ll come back to you and let you make a move again. Its like gravity, it’ll be natural and she will give you more opportunities.
Perry pushes Tom aside.
Tom: and if you don’t like em how will he know?
Perry pushes Kate and she jumps off.
Kate: She won’t come back to you.
Everyone gave a look to one another.
Tom: Maybe you outa take a walk Perry and let the grown-ups talk.
They all laughed. Kate didn’t breathe and Tom didn’t want to while Perry had the wind in his sail taken from him.
Parenting has been said to be a team effort. It’s interesting to see how two people from two different backgrounds mesh their techniques together. They take what they were given and put a twist on it, their own twist and Tom’s parents were no exception. They were trying to mesh their ideas in a plan of attack in their room before they brought their son in for deliberation- a hearing he had no idea he would be summoned to.
Dad: I want him to think I’m God.
Mom: Now what good’s that gonna do?
Dad: Well we shouldn’t tell him how we found out he skipped school because if we tell him he’ll think, ‘I just need to be more careful next time and I won’t get caught.’
Mom: And what happens if we go with your way and not tell him how we know?
Dad: Then he thinks we’re like God and he’ll fear us. He’ll think we’re omniscient and omnipresent. We’ll be in his mind and he won’t have the will to disobey us.
Mom: Fine but we need to focus on what the problem is. We need to focus on the future and what he’ll do when placed in the same situation. He needs to know that what he did was a violation of our trust. Had he just called me or you and asked to skip it may have been a different story but it’s the fact that he tried to hide it from us that he’s in trouble.
Dad: Right. How’d you hear he had skipped anyway?
Mom: He had a girl call in pretending to be me.
Dad: Creative- so how’d they know at the office it wasn’t you?
Mom: The same voice called in two minutes apart two more times to excuse his friend Perry and a girl named Kate.
Dad (getting worked up): Who’s this Kate?
Mom: I have no idea.
Dad: How many periods did they skip?
Mom: Just sixth.
Dad: Lets get him in here.
Mom: Tom, could you come in here.
Tom walks in with a smile that slowly fades.
Mom: Do you have anything you want to tell us about your day today?
Dad: Yeah like what went on in sixth period?
Tom waited then knew it was no use.
Tom: I skipped sixth.
Mom: Who’d you skip with?
Tom: Perry and a girl named Kate.
Dad: Whose idea was this?
Mom: Where’d you go?
Tom: It was Perry’s idea and we went to a 7-11 to get slurpees and then to a park to swing. I went to practice and came home. That’s it.
Dad: I don’t believe Perry’s smart enough to pull off a scheme like this- he doesn’t have the will to do such. You were the ringleader.
Tom: Dad I swear it was his idea.
Dad: Even worse you’re a follower not a leader.
Mom: Now hun be nice- who’s this Kate girl?
Dad: Is she a tramp?
Mom: hun- well Tom?
Tom: No she’s just a girl in one of my classes. How’d you know I skipped?
Dad: I know everything you do.
Mom: That’s not important Thomas, what’s important is that you don’t do this again.
Dad: We’re the ones asking the questions.
Mom: Had you told me who you were with and that you were going to skip I would’ve called in to excuse you.
Tom: Really?
Mom: Maybe, but only had you been hanging out with Perry.
Dad: So you like this Kate girl- did you kiss her while you skipped sixth?
Tom: No.
Dad: Well if you didn’t kiss what did you do?
Tom: We all just talked.
Mom: About what?
Tom: Stuff.
Mom: Tom you need to start talking-what’d you all talk abut if you weren’t kissing?
Tom: I learned about life.
Dad: Learning occurs in the classroom and the stuff you learn outside of it isn’t practical at all. What’d you learn?
Tom: Um… I learned about swings and Elmo in a blender.
Mom: Swings?
Dad: Elmo in a Blender? What’s this slang stuff?
Tom: Nothing, I was just kidding.
Dad: This Perry kids wearing off on you; he may be funny buy you’re not right now.
Mom: And I don’t like this Kate girl. Girls at your age just want to get into trouble with a nice boy like you.
Dad: You stay away from this Kate because she’s nothing but trouble. She’s just gonna wanna get in your head, and get you all bent outa shape.
Tom (under his breath): Like the seat of a swing- bent outa shape.
Dad: What’d you say?
Tom: Nothing.
Mom: Boys and girls your age are going through changes.
Tom (under his breath): Changes of the tide and visits from Aunt Flow.
Mom: And they’re gonna want you to do things- they’re going to want you to push the envelope.
Tom (under his breath): Push them on a swing and they’ll come back.
Dad: Quit mumbling and listen to your mother.
Tom: Ok I got it. I won’t skip and if I do I will call you in the future. Stay away from Kate and don’t listen to Perry- I got it.
Mom: Good. You’re such a good boy.
Dad: Now get your homework done- oh and give me the keys to your car.
Tom: What? Why?
Dad: The car is a privilege you’ve lost for poor behavior. While you ride the bus each day for a month you can think about whether it was worth it or not to be a follower.
Tom gave his Dad the keys and walked out of the room.
Mom: You know you could go a little easier on him.
Dad: You are the good cop I was the bad one.
Mom: We could both be good.
Dad: You’re the angel and I’m the devil- the message got through to him.
Mom: I thought you wanted to be like God to him.
Dad: I was, but when you’re young God can seem like the devil.
Mom: Taking the car for a month may be a bit harsh.
Dad: The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
(Classroom)
Perry: Pss- Tom.
Tom: What?
Perry: Dude lets just skip sixth period.
Tom (apprehensive): Oh I don’t know.
Perry: Man what-er you gonna be missing?
Tom: Nothing.
Perry: Exactly, nothing. So, instead of doing nothing lets do something.
Tom: Well what are we going to do anyway?
Perry: I don’t know we’ll figure out something…Hey Kate.
Kate: What?
Perry: You wanna skip sixth with me?
Kate: No.
Perry: How about with me and Tom?
Kate: Ok.
Perry: Alright, think of something we can do…Tom.
Tom: What?
Perry: Hey I got Kate to skip with me for sixth period- you can come if you want.
Tom looks at Kate.
Perry: You know you want to- its gonna be fun…You’ll thank me later, you know you will, you always do-
Tom: Fine, I’ll go. But what are we doing?
Perry: Dude don’t worry about it- I’ll figure something out.
Fifth period came to a close and all three walked out of the classroom and slipped out to the parking lot with looks of guilt all about their walk and talk. They met up outside of Tom’s car.
Perry: Ha! All those suckas going to sixth while we’re gonna party.
Tom: Where’s the party?
Kate: Yeah what are we going to do Perry?
Perry: I don’t know what do you guys wan to do?
Tom: I thought you said you had a plan?
Perry: Well it hasn’t come to me yet.
Tom: You’re going to get me into trouble.
Perry: Just chillax man, you can’t fight genius.
Kate: What does that even mean?
Perry: Well Kate, I’m a genius filled with genius like thoughts and words which should not be trifled with. It’s a process that lesser minds can not comprehend.
Kate: Right…Genius…what’s your GPA again?
Perry: Grades? GPA? Do you even know what that stands for?
Tom and Kate: Grade Point Average.
Perry: Wrong. It stands for Getting Punked Again. It’s just another way for the man to stick it to you and keep you crossing labor fields looking for some illusive orange carrot that’s on a string and out of your reach.
Tom: You’re ridiculous.
Perry: Whatever.
(Pause)
Kate: So what are we going to do?
Tom: Yeah, Perry this was your idea, what you got Mr. Genius?
Perry: Like I said you can’t rush these things. Do you tell an egg to hatch before its ready? No. I’m in my egg right now with my embryo (touches Kate) and my protein source (touches Tom) and the heat source of the day that’s coming down- HIDE!
All three duck behind cars to escape the school’s monitor who’s out making his rounds. The hall monitor passes and the three arise from their hiding places.
Tom: We got so lucky.
Kate: That was close.
Perry: Even had Mr. Morrison come by we could just have told him we are seniors and we don’t have a sixth period. It wasn’t close, I was one step ahead.
Tom: One step ahead right?
Perry: Right.
Tom: Ok, then I have a question for you.
Perry: Good cuz I have an answer for ya.
Tom: Being as how we’re not in our sixth period class and attendance is taken every hour and if we miss class they call home, how do you suppose we explain being absent to our parents?
Perry: Tommy, Tommy, Tommy you thought I’d forgotten about that but actually I brought the solution (points to Kate) to the problem with us.
Kate: I’m the solution?
Perry: Precisely. You’re my Mom. You’re in fact all our Moms. You call in and excuse beforehand and that phone call will never reach our parents.
Tom: They’re gonna know its bogus Perry.
Perry: No they’re not- trust me.
Kate (speaking to Tom): You got any other idea?
Kate pulls out her cell phone and calls the school- all await in silence but with excitement, thinking they’re beating the system.
Kate: The office didn’t pick up they’re putting me on an answering machine.
Perry: Perfect!
Tom: Shh.
Kate: Hello this is Thomas McCoy’s mother calling in to excuse him from his sixth period class today. He wasn’t feeling well and came home early. If you have any questions just give me a call at (looks to Tom for home phone number)
Tom (whispers): 448-1753
Kate: 448-1753 (closes phone).
Perry: Nice work.
Kate: It wasn’t too hard.
Perry: Called him Thomas that was a nice touch. Alright call me in now Mom.
Kate acts like she’s dialing.
Kate: Message machine again…Yes this is Perry Tippets mother calling to excuse my son for not being in his sixth period class. His diaper rash has been acting up again (Perry gets look of death on his face and mouths ‘I will kill you.’ Meanwhile Tom tries to keep from laughing) and his prescription just came in this afternoon and so he’s now just resting himself gingerly on his bed. If you need anything just give me a call- Perry I told you to sit down, put your pants on first, you’re so helpless sometimes- gotta go, bye (closes phone).
Perry: I can’t believe you! Of all the excuses that’s the least believable.
Kate: I know.
Tom: Ah that was classic.
Perry: how could you?
Kate: I didn’t, I hit cancel instead of send. I just wanted to see how you’d react.
Tom laughs.
Perry: Ok Kate very funny, for reals this time.
Kate dials and hits send.
Kate: Yes I’d like to excuse my son Perry Tippetts for missing his sixth period class today he was at a dental appointment. It was his first time having a filling and they ran out of novocain. If you have any questions just give me a call, I’m sure you have my number.
Perry: Better.
Tom: I don’t know, I kinda liked the diaper rash story.
Kate: while I call to excuse myself you (speaking to Perry) come up with an idea.
Perry: She says it with such authority.
Kate: I’m your mother remember, so just do it.
Perry: I’d never thought of my mom in the same light that I look at you…I’ve never been so attracted to my Mom in all my life.
Tom (laughs): You’re sick Perry.
Perry: What? You know you were thinking the same thing.
Kate (annoyed): Yes I’m calling to excuse my daughter Katherine Rumsey from her sixth period class. Her Aunt Flow made an unexpected visit so she left school with her. If you have any questions give me a call at 536-7861.
Tom: Do you really have an Aunt named Flow?
Kate (laughs): You’re so slow…so pure (sincere).
Perry: She doesn’t have any Aunt Flow, she told em she was on her period.
Tom: Gross.
Kate to Perry: How’d you know that?
Perry: You can’t fight genius- remember? I got sisters.
Tom: They talked to you about that?
Perry: NO my family always spoke in code. I learned to read by them spelling things out when they didn’t want me to know what they were really saying. As time went on I told them they couldn’t trick me with that W-E-A-K space S-A-U-C-E. Then they started speaking in a different code and I had to learn how to make associations. Aunt Flow, Riding the tide, and Elmo in a Blender all meant they were on their period.
Tom: Ew Perry, that’s sick.
Kate: Perry we got the point.
Perry: Oh sure, feel sorry for the ‘slow…so innocent, so pure’ one but the man that’s been bloodied in battle you ignore. You know what it feels like to think you have family that never visits you? Or to think your sisters all get to go river rafting and you don’t?...Don’t even get me started on Elmo. I thought he died countless times. I began to think he was part cat cuz each time I watched Sesame Street he’d still be there. He had more than nine lives.
Tome: Are you serious?
Perry: I secretly thought cookie monster had it out for him. Everyone wanting to tickle Elmo. He was getting too popular. Cookie Monster was a monster with those crazy eyes.
Kate: Wow sad day.
Pause
Tom: So what are we going to do?
Perry: We could go and get a slurpee and then head to the park to play on the swings.
Tom: I don’t have any money.
Perry: Yeah neither do I.
Kate: How much do slurpees cost?
Tom: Like a buck fifty- you gonna cover us on this one?
Kate: If you drive.
Perry: See, slurpees and swings for free, I’m a genius. I’m starting to hatch from my egg (acts it out) oh the lights so bright.
While Perry thought he was puncturing through to a higher level and a freer world with Kate and Tom- Tom wondered where he stood with Kate. Kate meanwhile hadn’t made up her mind. She was smart and wasn’t sure if shed let herself be attracted to these boys. After purchasing their slurpees from Raj at 7-11 the three strolled over to the local park and sat on swings with dark clouds approaching off in the distance.
Tom: I just don’t understand girls or I just haven’t realized there’s nothing to understand about girls.
Kate: Well-
Perry: Kate, I got this one. You see Tom women are a sensitive and strange species.
Kate: This’ll be rich.
Perry: Kate if you’d just keep quiet you may learn something here. You interrupted my train of thought- women; right. They want many things, many things at the same time- even conflicting things that don’t make sense- they want that too. Instead of talking about what women want its important to note what they’re attracted to. All sorts of women want all sorts of things depending upon a whole host of factors but what women are attracted to never changes.
Tom: What are they attracted to?
Kate (sarcastically): Yes, tell us, what are women attracted to?
Perry: Women are attracted to confidence and iniative. They want a man who knows who he is, what he wants, and who will take steps to get there.
Tom (to Kate): Was he right?
Kate: Partially.
Perry: Kate can’t fight the fact she’s obviously attracted to me.
Kate laughs rolling on the ground.
Perry (turns to Tom): Tom she can’t contain the joy she feels when she’s around me. Look its just pouring out of her.
Tom (playing along): Yep she’s down for the count. She saw you take initiative at the end of fifth.
Perry: That’s a given.
Tom: And she saw the confidence in your eyes as you asked in a hushed voice of secret passion, “Will you…skip sixth with me?”
Perry: My sweet, sweet Tommy you’re getting it. You’re seeing the light catching the vision.
Tom: It’s just too bad for her you have absolutely no interest in her.
Perry: I know and neither do you. Too bad for you Kate the two coolest guys just don’t look at you in that way.
Kate (sarcastically): I’m heartbroken.
Pause
Tom: This slurpee is so good.
Perry: I know- it goes down easy every time.
Kate: You guys are so ridiculous.
Tom: Ridiculously awesome.
Kate: you’re close to the truth but so far away at the same time.
Perry: If you want to talk to us about girls go ahead but it’d be about the same as talking to Van goh about his paint brushes.
Kate: Oh now the genius is a painter.
Perry: I’m an artist.
Kate: Right, sure, ok Van Gogh. Really, I think- are you ready for this?
Perry: Can’t wait.
Tom: Go for it.
Kate: Guys and girls are like swings.
Perry (sarcastically): Profound.
Tom (sarcastically): Bravo, say it again.
Perry: We’re like swings.
Tom: Even better the second time.
Perry: I got chills when I said it…but I think that came from my slurpee.
Kate (disgruntled): Fine.
Tom: Come on Kate we’re just razzing you- out with your theory.
Kate: No.
Perry: Fine, I’ll just have to expound it for you. You see Tom guys are like swings and girls come and sit on them and get them all bent out of shape. Originally all swings had a flat bottom but girls over time broke the seats just like they break a man’s will…ok that was stupid of me- Kate we’re ready to listen.
Kate keeps quiet.
Tom: We were wrong to have interrupted and we’d like to hear what you have to say.
Perry: For reals Kate, he’s telling the truth.
Kate lets the silence continue a bit more.
Kate: As long as you acknowledge that.
Perry: See right there she broke our will so she can sit on us now and rule with an iron fist…ok now I’m done.
Kate: guys and girls are like swings. What fun is a swing all by itself?
Tom: Not any fun.
Kate: You could sit on a swing for forever and go nowhere and most people do. Most people wait for someone else to come by and I guess some people will always wait. What guys and girls both need every now and again is for someone to come by and push them, make them move by making a move.
Perry: Tommy I think its time you took a walk for awhile and let me and Kate have some alone time, some grown up talk and time to test out this make a move theory.
Tom (laughs): Look at this guy; he’s a swinger alright, swinging for the fences.
Kate: Seriously though people are waiting for someone to come by and make a move. Too often there are two people each saying to themselves, “I wont do anything till they do something.” And so they just wait (Kate takes a drag on her slurpee).
Tom: So someone needs to (gets off his swing and gives her a push) make a move.
Kate: Yeah, you just need to put forth an effort.
Perry: But how do you know if a girl’s digging you?
Kate: She’ll come back to you and let you make a move again. Its like gravity, it’ll be natural and she will give you more opportunities.
Perry pushes Tom aside.
Tom: and if you don’t like em how will he know?
Perry pushes Kate and she jumps off.
Kate: She won’t come back to you.
Everyone gave a look to one another.
Tom: Maybe you outa take a walk Perry and let the grown-ups talk.
They all laughed. Kate didn’t breathe and Tom didn’t want to while Perry had the wind in his sail taken from him.
Parenting has been said to be a team effort. It’s interesting to see how two people from two different backgrounds mesh their techniques together. They take what they were given and put a twist on it, their own twist and Tom’s parents were no exception. They were trying to mesh their ideas in a plan of attack in their room before they brought their son in for deliberation- a hearing he had no idea he would be summoned to.
Dad: I want him to think I’m God.
Mom: Now what good’s that gonna do?
Dad: Well we shouldn’t tell him how we found out he skipped school because if we tell him he’ll think, ‘I just need to be more careful next time and I won’t get caught.’
Mom: And what happens if we go with your way and not tell him how we know?
Dad: Then he thinks we’re like God and he’ll fear us. He’ll think we’re omniscient and omnipresent. We’ll be in his mind and he won’t have the will to disobey us.
Mom: Fine but we need to focus on what the problem is. We need to focus on the future and what he’ll do when placed in the same situation. He needs to know that what he did was a violation of our trust. Had he just called me or you and asked to skip it may have been a different story but it’s the fact that he tried to hide it from us that he’s in trouble.
Dad: Right. How’d you hear he had skipped anyway?
Mom: He had a girl call in pretending to be me.
Dad: Creative- so how’d they know at the office it wasn’t you?
Mom: The same voice called in two minutes apart two more times to excuse his friend Perry and a girl named Kate.
Dad (getting worked up): Who’s this Kate?
Mom: I have no idea.
Dad: How many periods did they skip?
Mom: Just sixth.
Dad: Lets get him in here.
Mom: Tom, could you come in here.
Tom walks in with a smile that slowly fades.
Mom: Do you have anything you want to tell us about your day today?
Dad: Yeah like what went on in sixth period?
Tom waited then knew it was no use.
Tom: I skipped sixth.
Mom: Who’d you skip with?
Tom: Perry and a girl named Kate.
Dad: Whose idea was this?
Mom: Where’d you go?
Tom: It was Perry’s idea and we went to a 7-11 to get slurpees and then to a park to swing. I went to practice and came home. That’s it.
Dad: I don’t believe Perry’s smart enough to pull off a scheme like this- he doesn’t have the will to do such. You were the ringleader.
Tom: Dad I swear it was his idea.
Dad: Even worse you’re a follower not a leader.
Mom: Now hun be nice- who’s this Kate girl?
Dad: Is she a tramp?
Mom: hun- well Tom?
Tom: No she’s just a girl in one of my classes. How’d you know I skipped?
Dad: I know everything you do.
Mom: That’s not important Thomas, what’s important is that you don’t do this again.
Dad: We’re the ones asking the questions.
Mom: Had you told me who you were with and that you were going to skip I would’ve called in to excuse you.
Tom: Really?
Mom: Maybe, but only had you been hanging out with Perry.
Dad: So you like this Kate girl- did you kiss her while you skipped sixth?
Tom: No.
Dad: Well if you didn’t kiss what did you do?
Tom: We all just talked.
Mom: About what?
Tom: Stuff.
Mom: Tom you need to start talking-what’d you all talk abut if you weren’t kissing?
Tom: I learned about life.
Dad: Learning occurs in the classroom and the stuff you learn outside of it isn’t practical at all. What’d you learn?
Tom: Um… I learned about swings and Elmo in a blender.
Mom: Swings?
Dad: Elmo in a Blender? What’s this slang stuff?
Tom: Nothing, I was just kidding.
Dad: This Perry kids wearing off on you; he may be funny buy you’re not right now.
Mom: And I don’t like this Kate girl. Girls at your age just want to get into trouble with a nice boy like you.
Dad: You stay away from this Kate because she’s nothing but trouble. She’s just gonna wanna get in your head, and get you all bent outa shape.
Tom (under his breath): Like the seat of a swing- bent outa shape.
Dad: What’d you say?
Tom: Nothing.
Mom: Boys and girls your age are going through changes.
Tom (under his breath): Changes of the tide and visits from Aunt Flow.
Mom: And they’re gonna want you to do things- they’re going to want you to push the envelope.
Tom (under his breath): Push them on a swing and they’ll come back.
Dad: Quit mumbling and listen to your mother.
Tom: Ok I got it. I won’t skip and if I do I will call you in the future. Stay away from Kate and don’t listen to Perry- I got it.
Mom: Good. You’re such a good boy.
Dad: Now get your homework done- oh and give me the keys to your car.
Tom: What? Why?
Dad: The car is a privilege you’ve lost for poor behavior. While you ride the bus each day for a month you can think about whether it was worth it or not to be a follower.
Tom gave his Dad the keys and walked out of the room.
Mom: You know you could go a little easier on him.
Dad: You are the good cop I was the bad one.
Mom: We could both be good.
Dad: You’re the angel and I’m the devil- the message got through to him.
Mom: I thought you wanted to be like God to him.
Dad: I was, but when you’re young God can seem like the devil.
Mom: Taking the car for a month may be a bit harsh.
Dad: The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tug's Tellings of Heart's Dwellings
Someone thought about you
While you weren’t there
And wanted to tell their heart’s tale
But wasn’t allowed such a chance
Wasn’t allowed the words
To say all that they wanted
Sitting silently, amidst many and in solace
Wondering about you
Wondering over times gone by
Left to ask and wonder why
Life has come and gone in such a way
As to leave you two in different places
With different people
And different comings and goings to the day
They wanted to be reminded
Of a way they felt once
Of a way you spoke,
Danced, and laughed
Over this and talked about that
They wanted that night to be like one before
When things were as they were
They knew you once
And you knew them as well
It was a time when listening was wanted
And talking came at the others convenience
Wasn’t such a tale to tell
When we were together
Just you and me
With words which now are never heard
Names, places, and people never spoken
With only photos, cards, letters as a token
We alone know of our places, our time, our tales
It is known by the both of us
Time tells me I should know more
After all I’ve moved about since then
And so have you, however, strings tug my heart
Whenever I get too far away I’m pulled back to the start
Reminded there are limits and ties I will not cut
Things I wont go blind to, things to which my eyes never shut
I come back to believe, hope, and feel for you in all you do
While you weren’t there
And wanted to tell their heart’s tale
But wasn’t allowed such a chance
Wasn’t allowed the words
To say all that they wanted
Sitting silently, amidst many and in solace
Wondering about you
Wondering over times gone by
Left to ask and wonder why
Life has come and gone in such a way
As to leave you two in different places
With different people
And different comings and goings to the day
They wanted to be reminded
Of a way they felt once
Of a way you spoke,
Danced, and laughed
Over this and talked about that
They wanted that night to be like one before
When things were as they were
They knew you once
And you knew them as well
It was a time when listening was wanted
And talking came at the others convenience
Wasn’t such a tale to tell
When we were together
Just you and me
With words which now are never heard
Names, places, and people never spoken
With only photos, cards, letters as a token
We alone know of our places, our time, our tales
It is known by the both of us
Time tells me I should know more
After all I’ve moved about since then
And so have you, however, strings tug my heart
Whenever I get too far away I’m pulled back to the start
Reminded there are limits and ties I will not cut
Things I wont go blind to, things to which my eyes never shut
I come back to believe, hope, and feel for you in all you do
Thursday, May 28, 2009
PART
A part of me said it was time I left
A part of me says it was dout's free ride
A part of me wants to callout theft
A part of me thinks we truly tried
A part of me feels you went deaf
And thinks that night, you cried
Part of me wants to know you lied
Part of me never held to you
Part of me never could
Part of me said I should
And part of me knew I would
Apart from me you've gone on
Apart from me you've found love
And are pursuing such with sighs
Apart from me you see I'm just one of the guys
Apart from me you begin again to use your old disguise
A part of me says we knew too much
Part of me says these words are a crutch
Apart from you I come to know of love and such
A part of me says it was dout's free ride
A part of me wants to callout theft
A part of me thinks we truly tried
A part of me feels you went deaf
And thinks that night, you cried
Part of me wants to know you lied
Part of me never held to you
Part of me never could
Part of me said I should
And part of me knew I would
Apart from me you've gone on
Apart from me you've found love
And are pursuing such with sighs
Apart from me you see I'm just one of the guys
Apart from me you begin again to use your old disguise
A part of me says we knew too much
Part of me says these words are a crutch
Apart from you I come to know of love and such
One Reflection from Trip to California
Truman
Life speaks its beginning's through you
In a twinge of the fingers
A twist of your head
Pushing and pulling little parts
Moving about in miniature
Movements, feelings all before you, unknown
Your father placed you upon my chest
I was lying there in rest
Refletions of church were fading and dreams came fast
My beat of heart was not yours
You were in my arms, I had you
I had you in the quiet of a sunday afternoon
Before you grew, before troubles with friends, before graduation
Before a mission, marriage, and the morge
I held you before those moments took their hands upon you
I held you in arms of safety before it all happend
I held you at twenty two
And wondered who held me before
Who kept me on their chest on some sunday afternoon
And breathed visions and blessings in my ears?
What they couldn't tell me they left in whispers
Whispers were all I could leave with you
They could not hold me nor I you
Released we are to listen and do as whispers true
Monday, May 18, 2009
A Short Story
Two young people coming of age and reason journey together up the last of the hill before them. It’s nighttime and stars are stirred about in the sky. They rest and overlook the city that is spread before them. Lights twinkling above and bellow them.
Macee: Isn’t it crazy?
Paul: It’s a dream, a crazy dream.
Macee: You’re so cryptic.
Paul: I don’t believe you know what that word means.
Macee: Well explain it all to me because I’m not as smart as you but then again, who is?
Paul: I’m not as smart as you think I am- I’m sure my ideas are nothing new.
Macee: Yeah right.
Paul: Really, you want to know what people think of when they hear me speak?
Macee: Yes.
Paul (sarcastically): They think of this body.
Macee laughs stumbling away and then back into Paul. Like the pendulum of their relationship this proves to be a swing into the right direction.
Macee: Well someone’s confident of themselves.
Paul (sarcastically): How cant you be when you can move like this (moves in gladiator like motions, slowly resting into the Usain Bolt lightning slide). Oh yeah, right there.
Macee: I don’t buy it.
Paul: Oh come now.
Macee: You have had no idea what it is I’ve been thinking of this whole night.
Paul: Yeah I have. You’ve been thinking, ‘man this guy is so funny and ridiculously good looking- he’s basically everything I’ve ever wanted and more.’ You’re asking yourself why it took you so long to find something so sweet. You’re wondering why I haven’t tried to kiss you already.
Macee: Psh-whatever, you would think that.
Paul: The real question is what I’m thinking.
Macee: Yeah I like this; it’s your turn to tell (hits Paul in the shoulder) hah! I hope I didn’t hurt your muscles, and take your handsomeness cuz that’s all you hang on.
Paul (somewhat irritated): Please. (Gains composure). So you wanna know whats being batted around up here (Macee nods)… I’ve been thinking, I do that from time to time- I know it doesn’t always look it but I often wonder about it all. Oh forget it, I’m not gonna make any sense
Macee: No, just go and say it, don’t worry if I don’t understand. If I dont get it I’ll just ask you to repeat it.
Paul: Actually, I’ve been wondering about something you said earlier. You said to Jane that had she seen the hassle that it would have been to leave Brett that she wouldn’t have gone through with it.
Macee: Yeah
Paul: I think it’s kind of like this (extends his arms forward toward the city and the sky). We have this light and its dim- it alone is but a spark but when pulled together collectively you get something of substance- you know? Don’t those city lights look like coals? It looks like something that’s being held together for a brief moment before it smolders out. Someone can come by and with one comment, one expectation, they can snuff out something that could’ve been but will never be. It’s living in uncertainties that you were trying to explain and I don’t know if it’s true or right to look at life that way. (Points towards the sky above) I mean I can look up to the heavens and see those stars stuck in place. They’re separate and shimmering. They’re a cleaner, clearer light much like these theories of conscious we make- they’re perfect in our minds. (Points to city below)Then we place them in reality and it’s just a burning mess. It’s something that’s aflame and will either consume you and everything around you or it’ll just put itself out of its misery.
Macee: Wow, well that was awesome. I have no idea what you were trying to say but it sounded profound.
Paul: See what I mean I knew you wouldn’t-
Macee: I’m just kidding, it sucked and I understood every word.
Paul laughs.
Macee: No, it was alright; I’ve heard better but it was a valiant effort.
Paul: Oh really, then prove it- tell me what you see huh? What do you feel? What’s been on your mind besides my shirtless body lifting weights?
Macee: Funny. No, look at it this way. All those lights down there represent a person and that’s the truth. Some house with a light on has a person in it. In a land of shadows there’s a dim light that everyone brings with them. Collectively these lights gain enough power to see but individually if left alone they’ll never be able to see anything. They’ll be… surrounded by the shadow of something else. Sure you could say it looks like a flame but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Not all flames destroy- you know? It could be something that others are drawn to because like a fire it keeps them warm when the rest of them feel cold.
Paul: hm, eh…
Macee: What?
Paul: Nothing.
Macee: What were you going to say?
Paul: Nothing.
Macee: I hate it when you do that.
Paul: Do what?
Macee: This, when you’re thinking something and you’re about to say it but you don’t. You can’t do that it’s against the rules.
Paul: Who’s rules?
Macee: The rules, you can’t start something and then not finish it.
Paul: People start and then don’t finish things all the time and especially- never mind.
Macee: You almost said it.
Paul: Nope, it’s late and I gotta get up early.
Macee: Oh don’t pull that.
Paul: Really I do.
Macee: You’re a coward.
Paul: What? Me? Come now.
Macee: You are and you can’t prove me otherwise.
Paul: Fine you wanna know what I was going to say. People start and then don’t finish all the time and especially, especially in relationships. There you have it, a bunch of false starts.
Macee: What do you expect to happen in love that things just fall together perfectly the first time? Love isn’t something you plan out or put on a list of things to do- love happens. The more you look for it the more frustrated you’ll be.
Paul: Love happens, oh please.
Macee: Love happens.
Paul: No wonder all these ugly creepster guys end up with attractive women. They just ‘happened’ to be in the right place at the right time and experience an unconscious anomaly- they knew what a girl was thinking and feeling for one moment. They told her what she needed to hear. In that brief interchange the girl signed off her heart forever and from then on as things are horrible and getting worse she’ll sit back and remind herself that he knew her heart once and that’ll give her hope to wait for another anomaly.
Macee: That’s not how it is at all.
Paul: These guys are falling stars. Girls play out these scenarios in their heads and when the guy comes around at that moment- as big of a jerk as he might be- they’ll throw all their wishes on him. They should know that shooting starts are never raised once they fall.
Macee: You make it sound like a bad thing to try and believe in someone.
Paul: Its what I do- You wanna know what my problem is? I meet people and give them everything, everything and as time comes buy I eventually have to take back most of what I gave them.
Macee: Where would any of us be if someone didn’t place confidence in someone else? Who cares if people don’t live up to your expectations of them? You need to allow people to grow. What happens when someone who’s lost your confidence for a moment comes back and restores it? What happens when faith is rewarded? You just don’t wanna get hurt. Have I lost attributes that you’ve given to me?
Paul: Um…yeah you have.
Macee: Which ones?
Paul: I gave you honesty and you didn’t deserve it- you’re a little thief.
Macee: What? I haven’t taken anything of yours.
Paul (dry sarcasm): You’ve stolen my confidence in myself, my style of music, and my heart. (Paul laughs at his own joke) Cheesy joke I know. Ahh…I couldn’t resist.
Macee: Maybe you were right about having to take away attributes that people don’t deserve.
Paul: Hey, don’t play that game.
Macee: After all, like you said, one comment can snuff out a city, a soul, a relationship.
Paul: What are we kids here- did you say relationship?
Macee: There’s only one of us that’s not acting like a kid and I’m not a kid so…
Paul: Look, me, the kid, I’m not too good at relationships. I haven’t had a whole lot of practice.
Macee: Relationships aren’t all kissing.
Paul: Wo, wo, wo! Easy there, I wasn’t even thinking that.
Macee: Yeah you were.
Paul: You’re totally wrong and crazy cuz I hadn’t even thought of that, not at all.
Macee: If you truly weren’t then you wouldn’t be so defensive right now.
(BEAT)
Paul: Here’s the deal with relationships. They’re all so short lived. They come and go so quickly. You come to know each other and then you have to ask if it's worth it.
Macee: What do you mean, ‘if it’s worth it?’
Paul: I mean, what is it that keeps you coming back. That reason has to be so strong that it overrides everything else.
Macee: Look who’s the girl now. Holding on to one moment that reminds you of when someone witnessed your heart and told you about it. So the door swings both ways. If you don’t watch out you’ll end up with a creepster of a guy of a girl Paul.
Paul (shouting to the city): Hey we’ve got ourselves a regular comedian here!
Macee: You don’t need to shout it… I only have an audience of one. I think this theory of yours is wrong. It can’t be boiled down to one reason that brings you back to the person you love- it has be a number of reasons.
Paul: Oh yeah, like what?
Macee: It’s all the things they are and even some of the things they aren’t that you’ll forgive them for.
Paul: Yeah, loving things people aren’t- I think I got that one down.
Macee: Isn’t it crazy?
Paul: It’s a dream, a crazy dream.
Macee: You’re so cryptic.
Paul: I don’t believe you know what that word means.
Macee: Well explain it all to me because I’m not as smart as you but then again, who is?
Paul: I’m not as smart as you think I am- I’m sure my ideas are nothing new.
Macee: Yeah right.
Paul: Really, you want to know what people think of when they hear me speak?
Macee: Yes.
Paul (sarcastically): They think of this body.
Macee laughs stumbling away and then back into Paul. Like the pendulum of their relationship this proves to be a swing into the right direction.
Macee: Well someone’s confident of themselves.
Paul (sarcastically): How cant you be when you can move like this (moves in gladiator like motions, slowly resting into the Usain Bolt lightning slide). Oh yeah, right there.
Macee: I don’t buy it.
Paul: Oh come now.
Macee: You have had no idea what it is I’ve been thinking of this whole night.
Paul: Yeah I have. You’ve been thinking, ‘man this guy is so funny and ridiculously good looking- he’s basically everything I’ve ever wanted and more.’ You’re asking yourself why it took you so long to find something so sweet. You’re wondering why I haven’t tried to kiss you already.
Macee: Psh-whatever, you would think that.
Paul: The real question is what I’m thinking.
Macee: Yeah I like this; it’s your turn to tell (hits Paul in the shoulder) hah! I hope I didn’t hurt your muscles, and take your handsomeness cuz that’s all you hang on.
Paul (somewhat irritated): Please. (Gains composure). So you wanna know whats being batted around up here (Macee nods)… I’ve been thinking, I do that from time to time- I know it doesn’t always look it but I often wonder about it all. Oh forget it, I’m not gonna make any sense
Macee: No, just go and say it, don’t worry if I don’t understand. If I dont get it I’ll just ask you to repeat it.
Paul: Actually, I’ve been wondering about something you said earlier. You said to Jane that had she seen the hassle that it would have been to leave Brett that she wouldn’t have gone through with it.
Macee: Yeah
Paul: I think it’s kind of like this (extends his arms forward toward the city and the sky). We have this light and its dim- it alone is but a spark but when pulled together collectively you get something of substance- you know? Don’t those city lights look like coals? It looks like something that’s being held together for a brief moment before it smolders out. Someone can come by and with one comment, one expectation, they can snuff out something that could’ve been but will never be. It’s living in uncertainties that you were trying to explain and I don’t know if it’s true or right to look at life that way. (Points towards the sky above) I mean I can look up to the heavens and see those stars stuck in place. They’re separate and shimmering. They’re a cleaner, clearer light much like these theories of conscious we make- they’re perfect in our minds. (Points to city below)Then we place them in reality and it’s just a burning mess. It’s something that’s aflame and will either consume you and everything around you or it’ll just put itself out of its misery.
Macee: Wow, well that was awesome. I have no idea what you were trying to say but it sounded profound.
Paul: See what I mean I knew you wouldn’t-
Macee: I’m just kidding, it sucked and I understood every word.
Paul laughs.
Macee: No, it was alright; I’ve heard better but it was a valiant effort.
Paul: Oh really, then prove it- tell me what you see huh? What do you feel? What’s been on your mind besides my shirtless body lifting weights?
Macee: Funny. No, look at it this way. All those lights down there represent a person and that’s the truth. Some house with a light on has a person in it. In a land of shadows there’s a dim light that everyone brings with them. Collectively these lights gain enough power to see but individually if left alone they’ll never be able to see anything. They’ll be… surrounded by the shadow of something else. Sure you could say it looks like a flame but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Not all flames destroy- you know? It could be something that others are drawn to because like a fire it keeps them warm when the rest of them feel cold.
Paul: hm, eh…
Macee: What?
Paul: Nothing.
Macee: What were you going to say?
Paul: Nothing.
Macee: I hate it when you do that.
Paul: Do what?
Macee: This, when you’re thinking something and you’re about to say it but you don’t. You can’t do that it’s against the rules.
Paul: Who’s rules?
Macee: The rules, you can’t start something and then not finish it.
Paul: People start and then don’t finish things all the time and especially- never mind.
Macee: You almost said it.
Paul: Nope, it’s late and I gotta get up early.
Macee: Oh don’t pull that.
Paul: Really I do.
Macee: You’re a coward.
Paul: What? Me? Come now.
Macee: You are and you can’t prove me otherwise.
Paul: Fine you wanna know what I was going to say. People start and then don’t finish all the time and especially, especially in relationships. There you have it, a bunch of false starts.
Macee: What do you expect to happen in love that things just fall together perfectly the first time? Love isn’t something you plan out or put on a list of things to do- love happens. The more you look for it the more frustrated you’ll be.
Paul: Love happens, oh please.
Macee: Love happens.
Paul: No wonder all these ugly creepster guys end up with attractive women. They just ‘happened’ to be in the right place at the right time and experience an unconscious anomaly- they knew what a girl was thinking and feeling for one moment. They told her what she needed to hear. In that brief interchange the girl signed off her heart forever and from then on as things are horrible and getting worse she’ll sit back and remind herself that he knew her heart once and that’ll give her hope to wait for another anomaly.
Macee: That’s not how it is at all.
Paul: These guys are falling stars. Girls play out these scenarios in their heads and when the guy comes around at that moment- as big of a jerk as he might be- they’ll throw all their wishes on him. They should know that shooting starts are never raised once they fall.
Macee: You make it sound like a bad thing to try and believe in someone.
Paul: Its what I do- You wanna know what my problem is? I meet people and give them everything, everything and as time comes buy I eventually have to take back most of what I gave them.
Macee: Where would any of us be if someone didn’t place confidence in someone else? Who cares if people don’t live up to your expectations of them? You need to allow people to grow. What happens when someone who’s lost your confidence for a moment comes back and restores it? What happens when faith is rewarded? You just don’t wanna get hurt. Have I lost attributes that you’ve given to me?
Paul: Um…yeah you have.
Macee: Which ones?
Paul: I gave you honesty and you didn’t deserve it- you’re a little thief.
Macee: What? I haven’t taken anything of yours.
Paul (dry sarcasm): You’ve stolen my confidence in myself, my style of music, and my heart. (Paul laughs at his own joke) Cheesy joke I know. Ahh…I couldn’t resist.
Macee: Maybe you were right about having to take away attributes that people don’t deserve.
Paul: Hey, don’t play that game.
Macee: After all, like you said, one comment can snuff out a city, a soul, a relationship.
Paul: What are we kids here- did you say relationship?
Macee: There’s only one of us that’s not acting like a kid and I’m not a kid so…
Paul: Look, me, the kid, I’m not too good at relationships. I haven’t had a whole lot of practice.
Macee: Relationships aren’t all kissing.
Paul: Wo, wo, wo! Easy there, I wasn’t even thinking that.
Macee: Yeah you were.
Paul: You’re totally wrong and crazy cuz I hadn’t even thought of that, not at all.
Macee: If you truly weren’t then you wouldn’t be so defensive right now.
(BEAT)
Paul: Here’s the deal with relationships. They’re all so short lived. They come and go so quickly. You come to know each other and then you have to ask if it's worth it.
Macee: What do you mean, ‘if it’s worth it?’
Paul: I mean, what is it that keeps you coming back. That reason has to be so strong that it overrides everything else.
Macee: Look who’s the girl now. Holding on to one moment that reminds you of when someone witnessed your heart and told you about it. So the door swings both ways. If you don’t watch out you’ll end up with a creepster of a guy of a girl Paul.
Paul (shouting to the city): Hey we’ve got ourselves a regular comedian here!
Macee: You don’t need to shout it… I only have an audience of one. I think this theory of yours is wrong. It can’t be boiled down to one reason that brings you back to the person you love- it has be a number of reasons.
Paul: Oh yeah, like what?
Macee: It’s all the things they are and even some of the things they aren’t that you’ll forgive them for.
Paul: Yeah, loving things people aren’t- I think I got that one down.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Between Finals
Life's Quiet Pages
I walked through a bookstore
Slowly down each aisle, I glanced
And couldn't see beyond the titles
Whether I couldn't see or didn't read doesn't matter
I kept their voices silent
Wondering what might be behind those pages
I have yet to write in my life
Here’s what would be within them:
Started out by staying out late last night
Eating out on borrowed credit,
Watching someone else’s picture move about on cue
Slept till the early afternoon
Studied for a second
Thought about the girl last night
Hoped she'd give me that look once more-
Summary: Living nothing but a nighttime hope
And a daytime sleep
And so I kept on walking down the aisle
Someone asked once, who reads an American novel?
I would ask, who reads anything at all?
Someone else can play the music
I'll see the motion picture when I please
And hear someone else tell their travel story
"This one time" with, "Remember when" again and again
Rewind and play, my life is on repeat
I walked through a bookstore
Slowly down each aisle, I glanced
And couldn't see beyond the titles
Whether I couldn't see or didn't read doesn't matter
I kept their voices silent
Wondering what might be behind those pages
I have yet to write in my life
Here’s what would be within them:
Started out by staying out late last night
Eating out on borrowed credit,
Watching someone else’s picture move about on cue
Slept till the early afternoon
Studied for a second
Thought about the girl last night
Hoped she'd give me that look once more-
Summary: Living nothing but a nighttime hope
And a daytime sleep
And so I kept on walking down the aisle
Someone asked once, who reads an American novel?
I would ask, who reads anything at all?
Someone else can play the music
I'll see the motion picture when I please
And hear someone else tell their travel story
"This one time" with, "Remember when" again and again
Rewind and play, my life is on repeat
Monday, April 13, 2009
Reflections from Easter
Infancy Elderly
Coming in a scream
And leaving with a sigh
Between, touchings of you and I
Left are questions wondering why
Fallen are hearts troubles like a dream
Wrapped in cloth then torn away by the seam
Eyes everywhere unnoticed, eyes closed fast
Then open, seeing blind guided to what was before
Hearing stories of those gone on, lived on in lore
Closed now are actions, movements, to the very core
A witness, lover, friend sees this come to past
Watches this one go and asks, what will last?
What of the goodness of my dear friend?
What of my heart with its broken things to mend?
What is to come, what happens at life’s end?
Coming in a scream
And leaving with a sigh
Between, touchings of you and I
Left are questions wondering why
Fallen are hearts troubles like a dream
Wrapped in cloth then torn away by the seam
Eyes everywhere unnoticed, eyes closed fast
Then open, seeing blind guided to what was before
Hearing stories of those gone on, lived on in lore
Closed now are actions, movements, to the very core
A witness, lover, friend sees this come to past
Watches this one go and asks, what will last?
What of the goodness of my dear friend?
What of my heart with its broken things to mend?
What is to come, what happens at life’s end?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Breif Blitzes of Belief
Fast: Usain Bolt
An anthem of atoms
In a song of seconds
Calling out a chorus
Move, beyond muscles
Move, beyond reason
Move, beyond belief
Show me effort come round the bend
Then leave me at beginning's end
And allow me to wonder again
Being without perception
Being without limits
Being without question
This movement pivots
From one space to another
To this I say- I’ve seen the other
An anthem of atoms
In a song of seconds
Calling out a chorus
Move, beyond muscles
Move, beyond reason
Move, beyond belief
Show me effort come round the bend
Then leave me at beginning's end
And allow me to wonder again
Being without perception
Being without limits
Being without question
This movement pivots
From one space to another
To this I say- I’ve seen the other
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
A common occurance
Everything but One
He only wanted to be loved
As long as words came to him
And laughs poured out of her
All would be right
It started so simple
But now confusion entered
What was she thinking
After his every line she laughed
He decided to open up
She would understand right
You make me feel-
The words stopped her laugh
Her eyes retreated
His confidence expired
Why did he say such things
Both waited for ignorance to return
We were just talking
Well sure and then-
What did you expect
What do you want me to do
Such moments never were the same
Laughter leads to loneliness
He could be everything but one
More than someone there for fun
He only wanted to be loved
As long as words came to him
And laughs poured out of her
All would be right
It started so simple
But now confusion entered
What was she thinking
After his every line she laughed
He decided to open up
She would understand right
You make me feel-
The words stopped her laugh
Her eyes retreated
His confidence expired
Why did he say such things
Both waited for ignorance to return
We were just talking
Well sure and then-
What did you expect
What do you want me to do
Such moments never were the same
Laughter leads to loneliness
He could be everything but one
More than someone there for fun
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Poetry
Here are some poems that I've been working on recently. I've decided to share them and other creative persuits. Hope you like them and give me feedback.
A Fathers Fellow Feeling
A call to catch up
And see what has been
Passing through the last
Few weeks and days
Displaying efforts end
While showing strains of
Confidence in questions
The list of learning left
In simple suggestions
Of patience in persistence
Again it is a call
To report and recognize
This process of performance
Isn't to the swift in heart
But the strong in soul
Severing ties to senses
Found in fearful corners
Of the mind clinging to causes of confusion
Trying to captivate continuation by detouring in doubt
This is a call of confidence
A fellow feeling finds
Not a foreigner on the
Other side but sentiments
That struggles scars are
Something touched by all
As this teacher a telling
Sign asking for endearment
Only in a twin voice of
Outer and inner encouragement
Perception's Pleasure
Light and sound sat upon the stage
Their players too were striking
Strumming singing without censure
Things of yesterday they yearned
For to return from recesses
Of time, to taste again and tell
The happen stance of circumstance
A fullness felt from fleeting
Light and sound passed by
Witnesses waiting to breathe on
Embers of experience unaware
Touching not the fire before them
Only admiration of the accumulation
From perception placed before
Their part they presumed as
Passing like wind before a color ore
Light and sound called out the chorus
Casting consideration inward now
Burning bright warmth not withheld
Those praising on those glazed upon
Sensations sweet return
Is an alliance to the anthem
Of emotions etchings on experience
Being echoed to encourage and remember
Self
You do not know who you are
Blending in beneath the best
Looking upon yourself from afar
And considering all the rest
You give away your cares
Living in a state of hesitation
Considering everyone else’s stares
And living in their estimation
Indeed you are so very far
From who you truly are
To Quit: A Search for Sympathy
Why did you give up
Which reason will you tell
Craft it with a collection plate
Sympathy, that's what you sell it on
Sympathy, that's what you're searching for
Sympathy, such a service I will not share
Marketing and deals is all we do
Purchases of conscious
Coining the phrases counterfeit
Selecting the terms of trade
You cannot convince me your conscience is clean
I too have fought what you fought and seen what you've seen
My issue is not your defeat
I do not care that difficulties kept diligent
Nor that you dealt with doubt
My problem with your performance came at its end
The end that you decided came all too soon, it was your inability to endure
Your greatest failing was found as desire disappeared
You did not continue as you commenced
This carries with it the curse that now follows you
Those spirits that could only whisper lies now call out every move
Can't you see this error's end?
This is the greatest sadness
Knowing that one's will is broken and talking with half truths as token
Your heart isn’t cheap but you gave it for such
The price you didn’t pay was to believe
Begging, not to have another chance
But begging to have others believe your lie to be true
Just as those Doubts once did to you
You've defected to them but what do they care
I’m asking you to return
To suffer this small moment
And suffer things through- the effects that touch me and you
And look outward farther to those of a time unknown
When placed in our own position I know they won’t hold you in derision
They'll see your story and adopt it as their own
Become the victor not the victim
love storm
He waits for lightning to strike twice
She passed him once at this very place
This thought alone cannot suffice
And so his mind runs back to trace
The way his heart lived on her steps
How her eyes put him at ease
Lacking rhythnm his mind now preps
to repeat and make certain nothing varies
Here she comes but not alone
There is a man there by her side
Her kindness still to him was shown
But now he knew their love had died
She passed him by with only clouds
No lightning only darkness and rain
His hopes lay wrapped like shrouds
He realized now such love was vain
A Fathers Fellow Feeling
A call to catch up
And see what has been
Passing through the last
Few weeks and days
Displaying efforts end
While showing strains of
Confidence in questions
The list of learning left
In simple suggestions
Of patience in persistence
Again it is a call
To report and recognize
This process of performance
Isn't to the swift in heart
But the strong in soul
Severing ties to senses
Found in fearful corners
Of the mind clinging to causes of confusion
Trying to captivate continuation by detouring in doubt
This is a call of confidence
A fellow feeling finds
Not a foreigner on the
Other side but sentiments
That struggles scars are
Something touched by all
As this teacher a telling
Sign asking for endearment
Only in a twin voice of
Outer and inner encouragement
Perception's Pleasure
Light and sound sat upon the stage
Their players too were striking
Strumming singing without censure
Things of yesterday they yearned
For to return from recesses
Of time, to taste again and tell
The happen stance of circumstance
A fullness felt from fleeting
Light and sound passed by
Witnesses waiting to breathe on
Embers of experience unaware
Touching not the fire before them
Only admiration of the accumulation
From perception placed before
Their part they presumed as
Passing like wind before a color ore
Light and sound called out the chorus
Casting consideration inward now
Burning bright warmth not withheld
Those praising on those glazed upon
Sensations sweet return
Is an alliance to the anthem
Of emotions etchings on experience
Being echoed to encourage and remember
Self
You do not know who you are
Blending in beneath the best
Looking upon yourself from afar
And considering all the rest
You give away your cares
Living in a state of hesitation
Considering everyone else’s stares
And living in their estimation
Indeed you are so very far
From who you truly are
To Quit: A Search for Sympathy
Why did you give up
Which reason will you tell
Craft it with a collection plate
Sympathy, that's what you sell it on
Sympathy, that's what you're searching for
Sympathy, such a service I will not share
Marketing and deals is all we do
Purchases of conscious
Coining the phrases counterfeit
Selecting the terms of trade
You cannot convince me your conscience is clean
I too have fought what you fought and seen what you've seen
My issue is not your defeat
I do not care that difficulties kept diligent
Nor that you dealt with doubt
My problem with your performance came at its end
The end that you decided came all too soon, it was your inability to endure
Your greatest failing was found as desire disappeared
You did not continue as you commenced
This carries with it the curse that now follows you
Those spirits that could only whisper lies now call out every move
Can't you see this error's end?
This is the greatest sadness
Knowing that one's will is broken and talking with half truths as token
Your heart isn’t cheap but you gave it for such
The price you didn’t pay was to believe
Begging, not to have another chance
But begging to have others believe your lie to be true
Just as those Doubts once did to you
You've defected to them but what do they care
I’m asking you to return
To suffer this small moment
And suffer things through- the effects that touch me and you
And look outward farther to those of a time unknown
When placed in our own position I know they won’t hold you in derision
They'll see your story and adopt it as their own
Become the victor not the victim
love storm
He waits for lightning to strike twice
She passed him once at this very place
This thought alone cannot suffice
And so his mind runs back to trace
The way his heart lived on her steps
How her eyes put him at ease
Lacking rhythnm his mind now preps
to repeat and make certain nothing varies
Here she comes but not alone
There is a man there by her side
Her kindness still to him was shown
But now he knew their love had died
She passed him by with only clouds
No lightning only darkness and rain
His hopes lay wrapped like shrouds
He realized now such love was vain
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