Aug 9, 2015
Sand is everywhere.
Sand is on the beach and in between our toes.
Sand is inside our shoes and inside our swim suits.
Sand is nestled in our beach towels and neatly tucked around the corners of the shower bathmat.
Sand is everywhere and it's absolutely perfect,
just as it should be.
Jul 22, 2015
After years and years of constantly working
Summer-time feels less and less like it should.
Then on a few rare occasions work and all
the other bullshit seems to disappear.
A smile appears on a tired face.
The long, lost, and forgotten Summer
has finally returned.
Jun 13, 2015
What is the purpose of a writer?
To write and to keep on writing and not spend
money on crazy gimmicks and promotional
products with your website on it.
I should be drinking coffee and
working on my novel.
Instead what am I doing?
Stupid stuff like ordering a bunch
of frisbees with my website on it.
A sudden change in belief?
No, it happened gradually one tiny step at a time
and then all of a sudden one leap of faith into the
wonder and awe of non-believing.
At first it seemed strange saying it.
You know, the "A" word.
Asshole? No, not that one.
The other one....Atheist.
I'm an Atheist.
There I said it.
Now, was that so hard to say?
Is that so hard to believe?
Why are we so fascinated by you?
Is it the mystery, the power, the wisdom, the magick?
You've been an influence to many great musicians
such as the Beatles, Jimmy Page, and David Bowie
just to name a few.
You've also inspired many great film makers,
writers, artists, and poets as well.
You are known to some as "The Beast" or
"The Wickedest Man In The World".
Having a title like that may scare some people, although
it could be just an exaggerated story made up by the
press to sell more papers.
Then again, it could all be completely true.
That's the mystery isn't it.
Hidden somewhere in between the myth and
the man known as Aleister Crowley.
At one time the penny actually meant something.
You could actually buy something with it.
Now a days the penny isn't worth that much.
Some say we should just get rid of the penny altogether.
I would have to agree.
It just makes cents, I mean sense.
Not quite mid-night but very close.
Okay, well....not really.
It's only 11:12 p.m.
And before I forget "May the fourth be with you".
(Yes, today is May the Forth).
Okay so on with the poem (I guess).
Third glass of rum and coke.
Captain Morgan Original Spiced Rum.
The kids are asleep and safely tucked into bed.
Just chilling and relaxing.
Listening to Pink Floyd's "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn".
Wishing I didn't have to work in the morning but I do.
So now what.
Another sip of rum and coke.
Another night of just blah...blah...blah...blah...blah.
Jesus fucking Christ, where has the time gone?
I'm almost forty years old and yet I feel so much younger.
Almost forty? Well, not quite.
About a month ago I just turned thirty-nine.
So now what.
Well, so far things at work have been good.
Just plugging away and doing what I'm suppose to be doing.
As always the job is still just a job and nothing more.
On a side note: I need to focus more on writing my novel.
Yes, the novel.
That's the one thing that I feel like I should complete before I actually turn forty.
Holy Shit....forty....(fuck that).