Monday, September 10, 2007

A Note to Myself

Just a note to myself. Not much to say, just deer in the back yard. urban wildlife, not much more sense than ourselves.
Just something to think about.

from Myself

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Thoughts of a Mad Man

A Random Order

To sit and wonder
I ask myself, what of today
what meaning does it have.
These things time has
Questioned for an
eternity, so what.
It takes time to think
but no time for the end.


Beginning

She said "It is Love."
He said "Is it?"
She said "No it's just sex!"
He said "Oh thank God!"
SLAP!!.

EXCLAMATION

Mother "You had what pierced!
A Tattoo!
Ahhhhh!
You're GROUNDED!"

REBUTTAL

Child "That's not fair. It's a free country. Shit!"
Mother "What did you say. COME HERE!"
Door slams
that look given
walking
gone.
Father "It could have been worse."
SLAP!!

A Later Date


Sweet soaked, the once pristine white silk blouse.
her breathing
shortened
lungs straining,
each breath
excruciatingly
painful!

The celluloid snapped, the crowd booed.
She screamed.
Leaving the theater with her friends she felt cheated. 

The vicarious pleasures of this movie snatched away from her.
Back to reality.
Again there was emptiness, a longing for something more with her life,
but nothing.
Home to get drunk by herself once more.

She sits cold.
She has dried, no longer wet from the movie.
Back to reality.
Tomorrow back to work.
Eaten alive.
Not seeing, not understanding. 

Living through the fictitious actions of others.
Wanting more.
A trap to slavery, the imprisonment of the soul.

She just sits back and masturbates.


One ending
No ending
to go
to come
different yet the same
to See
Peace
peace
a smile
just practice
always practice
life
living
breath
a smile
one foot following the other as it should be
a path well worn
a path untrodden
home

And the Buddha sits on my desk laughing



This is Douglas Loudon, have a good day