Nov 19, 2014
A freezing cold November day.
Bundled up in blankets and layers of clothes.
Long Johns and sweaters are now the normal attire.
A mad rush to the grocery store to stock up on milk, bread, and beer.
Turn up the heat inside the house.
Warm up the car for a few minutes before driving.
Hot and tasty comfort foods such as chili and soup bring a smile to everyone's face.
(Don't forget about the hot chocolate).
Oh yeah, and of course the all-time favorite classic drink that everyone loves....Hot Chocolate.
How could you forget about that.
Let the hibernation begin.
Oct 31, 2014
Wicked Witches and Wise Wizards.
Grotesque Goblins and Ghastly Ghosts.
Dancing Devils and Deceitful Demons.
Voodoo Vampires and Satan Smiling.
Blood-Red Wine and Ice.
Alice Cooper and Vincent Price.
Sep 7, 2014
Aug 29, 2014
Back on the path.
Went down a different road for awhile
chanting the Hare Krishna mantra.
You know the one. The one that goes like this:
I tried to be a good devotee of the Lord Krishna but it
just wasn't meant to be. No harm done, at least I tried.
Yes at least I tried.
So now with a quick and sudden decision I will travel
down the road in the footsteps of the Buddha.
Damn, I'm getting old.
It's past one a.m. in the morning and I'm still up.
Been drinking Moonshine (legal moonshine that is) for most of the night.
Good old "Virginia Lightning" 100% corn whiskey (Damn, good stuff).
Even though I have to work in the morning I'm still up and feeling fine.
No need for sleep. Oh no. no. no.
Not a care in the world.
Just listening to the music channels on Direct TV.
So many great songs from the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, and of course the 90's.
Scribbled and scratched out words in the clear light of day reveal this
late night drunken rambling poem to be completely full of....s....h....i....t.
Aug 5, 2014
Something is missing.
What it is I can not say.
It's like something that you forgot to pick up at the grocery store
and you can't remember what it was.
Kinda like that nagging feeling that you left the oven on.
It feels like I should be doing something.
But I have no clue of what it is.
Aug 3, 2014
Where are all the poems of Summer?
Lost or maybe locked away.
Maybe even forgotten somehow.
Fireflies and spiders.
Late night drinks and classic mid-night movies.
No need to set the alarm.
Go ahead and sleep in.
Let's continue dreaming for awhile.