How did that guy from drew carey get his own talk show?....

well.....here i am...................still jobless.....very tired...........and i've scratched this stupid mosquito bit to the point that it was bleeding earlier..................not much else to say..............i've got an other poem thing for y'all...............i love skipping through time....it's kind of funny......it's kind of sad..........and it's definately odd to re-read these things.......but anyhow.....i guess like all other things it just is................

My Only Choice        05.16.05           00:21 hours

I died in my sleep last night
Drowned in a pool of water
    that consumed the world
All my friends and family escaped
It was just me
And the world
Alone to die

At first I thought to hold my breath
But I knew that was fatal
    just as well
Then al I could do was
Inhale the water
Let it fill my lungs
And take me away

I started to think of everyone
I was hoping they were thinking
    of me and all Id done
But eventually my thoughts
They came back
To the water
Slowly killing me

It choked my every breath
It took al my strength
    away, and left me to die
So thats what I did
Slowly
I died
And then I woke up.

An Attempt At Writing Pt. 01

here we go folks......i'm gonna start to write every week...or so i said....and i guess i've chosen monday.........so here's my attempt...i'm going to do this basically by giving y'all a couple of writing that i've done throughout my life.............i'm going with a more resent one first...but i will be jumping around in time throughout these releases...but i'm sure it'll make sense......eventually.........take care all........peace.
m.

Broken Cars For Broken Hearts       by, m      concept, LB     04/14/05

Driving in my Car
    It's a room inside a Room
Clear glass to watch the Viewers
    Of my unlocked mobile Cage
It's tough to get Old
    It's even tougher if you Don't

I'm contained in my Room
    I can just drive and Stare
Scribbles in my Head
    Yelling them onto Pavement
When getting old's all you can Do
    You have to wake up to It

My backseat's full of Memories
    My front seat's full of Tears
I'm drowning in my Mind
    And driving through my Life
The Older I feel the older I Get
    And most times I don't want to Feel

Rabbit holes turn to pot Holes
    Trafficking nature in my Mind
Everything around me is Dying
    And I can't catch Up
Of course getting older is Dying
    So it's good to be dead Today

I turn on the Headlights
    As I turn off my Mind
The cigarette ashes Out
    The viewers turn into Trees
I have all the time in the World
    It's too bad my world's out of Time


Those white and yellow Lines
    Pointing me toward my Fate
My room is closing In
    While the wind is breathing Hate

I can't control my Destiny
    But I can control the Wheel
So I cut every corner Closely
    And put my stamp on every Deal

There's nothing we can Do
    No place to catch our Breath
They'll have to pull me out of the Wreckage
    When I finally accept Death

Time Makes Fools Of Us All...

wow it's been a long time since i've bothered writing anything in this at all.........it's not even that i haven't bothered with it as that my life's been pretty hectick of late and it's been hard to find what part of it i was willing to type down........i was planning of doing this whole thing of every week posting a poem i either wrote a while ago...or even something i've wrote of recent date...but even that has really fallen by the waste side for now.......however for enyone who cares, i will be starting to do that soon......maybe next week or the week after........but i guess you'll know when you happen to come across my page and you notice that i've actually done something different to it...........but i guess here's the quick summery of what' happened since february: i almost bought the store i was working at; i went to two different cousins weddings, one in vegas and one in richmond; i went to my wife's grandfather's 90th b-day; went to my sister in-law's college graduation; my mom got fired from her job; one of my good friends got married, again, to the same person, 2 years after thier first wedding, because this one needed to be greek, for why i'm not sure; i got a dog, we named him Norton after Joshua Abraham Norton (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joshua_Abraham_Norton);
was inevitably lied to so that the store i was going to buy got sold behind my back; throughout this whole time was working about 45 hours a week at a crap of a salary; and then as of this past friday i was laid off...........yeah...i think that's everything....but i also think that's enough.........so yeah......i hope that helps catch everyone up on what's the happenings of my life.......i shall be returning more often hopefully.....at least whenever i start this whole weekly writing posting...........till then....take care of yourselves and others around you......be well...peace.

I Just Want To Rock.

the subject kind of says it all..........i just want to rock......i do........i would like a band....a band of musicians who have the same philosophy about they're playing........and it's a simple philosophy at that.........let a feeling take you to a sound or rhythm; now take that sound or rhythm and shape it into an audible thought; then take that thought and evole it into a a full audio spectrum of sounds and/or beats and/or words so that you can sare it with everyone........................i think that's a pretty smple philosophy to have as for the thoughts and feeling behind a band..........the main problem i do relize is time.............no one really has the time to devote into a band........that and a lack of people i know who can play any instrument.........but even still........it's what i'm looking for i guess..........is other who share this simple philosophy............................................................................i just want to rock........how awefully true that is.........i know that there as to be thers out there who feel the same...........and can play an instrument.......i'm not even picky.....i'd accept a piccillo player at this point...................i mean that would actually rock if you think about it...............one guy on electric guitar, one guy on turntables, electronics, and seamplers,and one guy on a piccillo.................the makings of an awesome trio.........like medeski martin and wood.........but more piccillo-ier....................man....i'd love to make an all kazoo symphony of a beethoven piece.........................but i astray............................you may not agree with me........that's cool........i uderstand...........your death will be swift and painless....................but for all you corect ones who agree..........you're awesome.........and i say you should speak up and let everyone know..............it's just standing up and saying these simple five words..........i just want to rock...............i just want to rock..........................when you sit down at the breakfast table.......your mom or husband...or whatever....cat even, looks at you and asks what you would like for beakfast..............you just look 'em in the eyes and say.....i just want to rock....................................i just want to rock........it should be an anthem for all genorations......to say to everyone in the world........that deep down....in everyone.........there's a being inside that's just waiting to shout this phrase..................waiting to scream...........i just want to rock..........................it may yern the rock so much that it slims down the phrase to, i just wanna rock...............four words..........look at the sincerity...................................just spead the rock......let everyone know their true calling..............and then..........for maybe once in our lives..............the rocking....will bring us all........together...as one world. Goodnight.

Walking and Bumping

it's wierd the way life works........you meet people all through your life, and you never really wonder way you know them...or way they want to know you.....but then...randomly...and without notice...you understand......................it's kind of hard to explain, and i know that's kind of stupid to mention something like that and not elaborate on the topic.......but the truth is that's just how it is..............that's how life is...........life has a funny way of constantly Dickensizing* all the events in your life.........it makes everything you see, feel, smell, taste, hear and/or as well anything you can possibly and/or impossibly do so very significant towards the trials and tribulations in life............i can only imagine how important it will them be in the afterlife..........................i'm not saying live life as if you're going to die or anyhting....i'm just saying that you should contiplate over thing a bit more before do, make, say, think them......................ok......maybe not think them...cause that's being a bit repetitive....and over excessive...............but by now you should get my point anyway............and if you don't it will suck when knowing this information could save you from the beast that adam forgot to name back in the garden of eden.........yeah...it's that deep..........well...not that deep...............but close * Dickenizing: root - Dickensize = the act of making something like a Charles Dickens novel. basically saying that life, like ole Charlie here will bring back old charactors and places that were once insignificant, and make them significant at a later time and/or place.

A Tangent on Writing

i don't like feeling like i need to write something in here often.....but i do feel that i have things to say, and that people should hear them.........but when i was looking at something on an other blog site i noticed a link for coments like all others....but it also had a link for kudos..................and i thought to myself, "who the hell would give kudos to a blog. it's not some literary genius writing these things. it's a bunch of people who needed to get something off their chests." which i'm totally cool with cause...well.........you are reading one that i wrote...........but i'm not writing a novel.......i'm just thinking on a subject and expressing my thoughts..........nothing really special or cool about it...........other than it's coming from me.........................and that i rule.......everything...............................but there's nothing to really give kudos for..........i think if you really did need to give kudos......you have a comments option.............use it.....comment........coment that you feel this person deserves kudos........and maybe even give a little support for whatever it is you're going to let yourself believe is true from someone else........................but do we really need a solo kudos link.....................no......................no we don't........and that's that.

It's Like This...

alright....i know i left you all without any real kind of ending to my last thoughts.......but that's just how it is.....my phone doesn't let you type any more than a certain amount of characters per entry......and i ran out before i could finish my thought........to make it wore i then figured i'd be writing in this sooner than this, and so i thought i'd finish it then.....but alas..........i didn't.....and now life has moved to far along to go back and finish previoous thoughs............so i end what i was saying....and continue with were i am.........and i'm at work.......not thT THAT'S BAD OR ANYTHING....BUT I AM AT WORK..........fuck...i turned caps lock on with out noticing it.....and i don't feel like going back ant retyping it.........but yeah...i'm at work....and now i'm going to figure out dinner......i'll be back sooner this next time...........peace out y'all.......